CH 182

After spending time at the hospital, they didn’t buy groceries to cook, so they ended up eating a bowl of beef noodles outside before returning home.

When they got home, they forgot that they seemed to be learning games before going to the hospital. Chu Ge conscientiously sat down to write, while Qiu Wuji opened the door to the other room and went to refine pills.

It was clear that Qiu Wuji still hadn’t fully grasped the joy of the game. Besides remembering that she carried Chu Ge like a pig, everything else had long been forgotten.

It had been several days, and the few batches of pills that the little flame had previously refined were almost consumed. This new batch was relatively more important…

With Chu Ge’s progress in cultivation over the past few days, he was able to free up slightly better resources, so the quality of the pills he could refine had also improved a bit.

Qiu Wuji chose to refine a relatively difficult new pill called the “Soul Essence Pill.” It was a pill used in the Golden Core stage, mainly to promote the fusion of body and soul for Golden Core cultivators in their tempering soul stage. It made it difficult for others to separate their body and soul or perform any tricks to capture their soul.

In the world of cultivation, there were many intricacies to be explored. Chu Ge couldn’t learn everything for the time being, but fortunately, he had Qiu Wuji to guide him.

She chose this pill because of the chess game that could kill people, which she had just learned about today. In her understanding, it was a kind of soul-snatching technique that caused the soul to leave the body or directly extinguished the soul. Although it had some strange prerequisites to take effect, the essence was still the same. This pill would be quite meaningful in dealing with such situations.

Refining pills was much more time-consuming and demanding compared to writing.

Pills like the Nine Transformation Golden Pill took at least ninety-one days to refine, and if you were unlucky, maybe ninety-one years… Before, pills that could be refined within half an hour or an hour were relatively low-level, but as they became more advanced, it could easily take half a day or a whole day. In the world of cultivation, time passed quickly.

Of course, Qiu Wuji couldn’t help but feel annoyed by the setting of the silly creator god. Why did she have to go through so much trouble to refine pills? Hmph.

At this moment, Qiu Wuji’s mood was like students angrily cursing Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi for writing such long poems that tricked people.

In the book, they had to refine pills, and even outside the book, they still had to refine pills! So many things left undone, yesterday she planned to learn a recipe for crab and buy some crabs to study. She hadn’t finished her autobiography, the game hadn’t even started yet, and all her time was being wasted on this.

Wait, that’s not right. I haven’t really been refining pills in the book. As a boss character, there are little people below responsible for pill refining, and I have to run outside the book to be a little assistant for someone else. Whimper…

In the midst of Qiu Wuji’s rich internal complaints, Chu Ge suddenly stuck his head out in front of her.

Qiu Wuji expressionlessly pressed his face and pushed him aside, “Don’t block my view of controlling the fire.”

Chu Ge squatted to the side with his hands in his pockets, “It’s not ready yet? I’ve already finished writing a chapter.”

Qiu Wuji scolded, “Then you come and try!”

Chu Ge rubbed his chin, “I seem to have another way.”

In the world of the book, Flameheart Palace.

Yan Qianli was in seclusion, and his injured nascent soul had recovered slightly over these days. Above the little flame’s head, his true form was now clearly visible, especially large. At a glance, the image of the giant fire elemental being stood tall and imposing, extremely intimidating.

Kneeling around him were some followers in fiery red robes, devoutly kowtowing, “May our Lord recover soon.”

Having roamed the demonic path of the Nine Provinces for so many years, Yan Qianli still had quite a few loyal followers. Recently, they had gradually gathered under his banner again, reorganizing the foundational forces of his Fire Prison Sect.

This was also part of the plot arrangement, but beyond the plot, Yan Qianli now had other purposes. He wanted to kill those who wanted to tear the heavens apart. Well, not now, he would wait until he fully recovered.

The image of the fire elemental opened its fiery eyes, and a deep and majestic voice resounded underground, “Go find the items for my recovery and body reconstruction. What’s the use of these meaningless wishes?”

“Yes…” A devoted follower respectfully approached, handing over a fiery herb, “I have found the Flame Sun Grass…”

Yan Qianli was very satisfied, “Use it to refine the Incinerating Heaven Pill… When I’m fully recovered, it will be time for those… oh well, time for those hypocritical righteous cultivators to wail!”

“Our Lord will surely rise and sweep the world, and the Fire Prison will eventually incinerate the heavens!”

Amidst the devout praises, Yan Qianli looked down at the whole scene, his heart filled with lofty aspirations. What does victory or defeat matter for a moment? I still have…

Before the thought was finished, a hand suddenly reached out from the void and snatched away the Soul-nurturing Bead containing the little flame that was his true form.

Yan Qianli: “…”

Followers: “???”

Where is our Lord?

Where did such a big giant shadow go?

Even the little flame is gone…

“Our Lord, despite being seriously injured, can still roam the world freely, coming and going. We were unable to perceive when he left.” The followers were even more terrified, filled with deep reverence and awe.

Yan Qianli, who was inexplicably grabbed out of the book, understood everything when he saw the pill furnace before him.

The little flame was raging with anger, “Damn Heavenly Dao! Making me come out just to refine pills for you two, a shameless couple! I’ll curse you…”

“I intentionally enhanced your storyline, allowing you to undergo a baptism by fire and re-enlighten some ideas about Nirvana, which will be beneficial for future heavenly realm plots. Of course, given Yan Qianli’s domineering and arrogant nature, he probably wouldn’t like this kind of endowment…”

“Do I need your damn gifts? I can still comprehend the White Flame without you. If you dare to wipe it out, I’ll show you what I’m made of!”

“The significance of the plot lies in this – it’s an upgrade within the rules and cannot be wiped out.”

“…” The little flame had to swallow his pride, “Well, since I’m constrained, I’ll listen to you. What pill am I refining this time? Oh, the ‘Soul Essence Pill’? Is that it?”

Qiu Wuji folded her arms and looked askance, as if she saw her past self. Since being given the setting of willingly obeying the Heavenly Dao, Yan Qianli seemed to have changed somewhat. She herself couldn’t be certain if he was still the same person.

Chu Ge watched as the little flame began to refine pills vigorously and suddenly asked, “What does Du Lianfeng look like? Transform and show me his face.”

The little flame casually formed a human face, “Like this.”

Chu Ge memorized it and nodded thoughtfully, “Understood, I might ask for your help when the time comes.”

The little flame didn’t respond, but its flames seemed to grow fiercer. Better be a real request and not just a possibility. I haven’t killed anyone in a long time… I’m going crazy…

Leaving the little flame to refine pills, Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji finally returned to their room side by side, remaining silent all the way.

It wasn’t until they entered the room that Qiu Wuji sighed, “Your control over this world has reached such a level? You could easily bring Yan Qianli out of the world.”

Chu Ge replied, “It’s probably because of his soul form. Other things I have are limited by energy and can’t be taken out, but I could grab him. Why, do you not trust him?”

“No, I trust him completely because your settings are almost irreversible,” Qiu Wuji smiled, “No one understands this better than me.”

“You…” Chu Ge gently embraced her and whispered, “Are you feeling sentimental again, thinking about your own situation?”

Qiu Wuji said, “Chu Ge… Do you ever think I’m being overdramatic? Usually, I’m just a genuine person, doing things based on my own thoughts. You never impose anything on me, and theoretically, I shouldn’t need to do anything more, right? But I always dwell on it, always feeling like it’s not enough, like I’m lacking something.”

“It’s perfectly normal because you are Qiu Wuji,” Chu Ge smiled, “The same goes for Yan Qianli. You two have been on the path of cultivation for countless years, your willpower and self-determination far surpassing that of ordinary people. If it were me, I might have already given up and lived carelessly, but you are different. It’s precisely because you’re different that you have this charm. You are a top-notch cultivator and seeker of the Dao, not just some little pig whining and living a life of comfort.”

Qiu Wuji smiled faintly and didn’t continue the topic. Instead, she asked, “Why do you think there might be a need for Yan Qianli’s help?”

“I was thinking, that kind of ability that manipulates people like pieces on a chessboard, is it similar to my ‘Heaven and Earth technique’? If it is, I’m really looking forward to comparing notes with him.”