Chu Ge felt like he was hallucinating.
The female protagonist had jumped out of the book?
She even held a sword to the author's neck, threatening him not to write about her falling in love with the male protagonist…
Could it be that too much masturbation had caused mental problems, leading to hysteria?
But looking at the door, it was properly closed, and there hadn't been any sound of it opening or closing. She just suddenly appeared behind him…
How did she get here?
If it was a thief sneaking in, that didn't make sense. What thief would run in and ask him to revise a book? Even if a hacker saw how bad your writing was and hacked into your computer to rewrite it for you, that would be more logical!
Besides, this woman was too beautiful…
Chu Ge had thought Gu Ruoyan was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in real life, but in just a few hours, that perception had been shattered by the woman before him. Her appearance was one thing, but her aura was truly indescribable. Despite her fierce and stern expression, she possessed a strangely ethereal, dreamlike quality, as if she were about to ascend to heaven and merge with the clouds.
Is this the kind of aura and image a modern person could possess?
From her appearance to her demeanor, even her attire, she perfectly matched the description in the book. Where could you find such a woman to cosplay?
Did she really step out of the book?
But I'm not some immortal; how can I bring the world of the book to life?
As a writer accustomed to indulging in all sorts of imaginary adventures, Chu Ge was relatively accepting of bizarre events. He managed to avoid utterly bewildered and said with some difficulty, "Let's talk this out. Can you put the sword down first…?"
Qiu Wuji stared at his neck, her expression shifting between light and shadow, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, the sword vanished into thin air: "Killing you doesn't require a sword."
Chu Ge: "…"
Not only does it not require a sword, but if you're really Qiu Wuji, you're an ascended master; your mere aura could kill me…
However, the feeling this person gives me… isn't that overwhelmingly oppressive…
Or is it just because she doesn't want to kill?
"Get up!" Qiu Wuji lifted Chu Ge from the chair like a chick and took over his seat.
Then… she froze.
Chu Ge stood to the side, hands in his pockets, glancing sideways at those perfect jade fingers hovering over the keyboard, unable to type the words he wanted for a long time.
"You… are you trying to write it yourself?" Chu Ge finally couldn't help but ask.
If it really is Qiu Wuji, then the female protagonist writing about what she does herself would be quite an interesting experience… Chu Ge was very curious to see how it would unfold.
Here's the pen, you write.
Qiu Wuji was silent for a moment, then lightly pressed the keyboard.
"Buzz…" The USB port emitted a strange electrical sound.
Qiu Wuji frowned and withdrew his hand.
Chu Ge: "…Don't tell me you're injecting spiritual energy to analyze the composition of this magical artifact…"
Qiu Wuji: "…" Chu Ge now truly believed this was Qiu Wuji. Was this something a normal person could do?
After an awkward silence, Qiu Wuji finally spoke: "How do you use this magical artifact? Why can't I sense any spiritual energy flowing through it…? The electrical energy here seems unrelated to your writing. How did you input the text into this crystal screen?"
Chu Ge twitched his cheek.
"I can't explain this to you. I'm just a liberal arts student..." He thought for a moment, then cautiously said, "What do you want to write? Tell me, and I'll write it." He also wanted to test what was going on... What would happen if he wove her future according to the "female protagonist's" own wishes?
Qiu Wuji turned to look at Chu Ge, somewhat surprised: "You seemed confused and flustered before, but you calmed down quickly."
Chu Ge smiled: "Anyone would panic if a sword was held to their throat. I'm not one of you cultivators who've walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood—if you really are Qiu Wuji."
Qiu Wuji asked, "Why aren't you panicking now?"
"Because panicking is useless... Right now, I'm more interested in figuring out what's going on than you are." Chu Ge tapped the keyboard to make sure it was working: "Tell me, how do you want me to write it?"
Qiu Wuji looked him over again. Without hesitation, he replied, "I'll write about my sudden enlightenment and ascension, breaking the barriers between heaven and man."
"I think that's invalid because it deviates from the fundamental setting of this world—for example, if I wrote about a mortal suddenly ascending, that would also be impossible." Qiu Wuji understood Chu Ge's meaning and narrowed his eyes slightly: "In your setting, I can't ascend?"
Sensing the hidden murderous intent in Qiu Wuji's voice, Chu Ge quickly explained, "It's not that you can suddenly ascend at this moment. There's a lot of plot about you within this realm later, involving many other characters. Suddenly, even the female lead..." "Without it, the entire story framework collapses. You should say the foundation of a novel's world is built upon its characters; Chu Tiange and Qiu Wuji came first, then this world." Qiu Wuji was silent for a moment, then stepped aside, insisting, "Write it as I say." Chu Ge shook his head, sat down, and typed: "...As Qiu Wuji's mood broadened, he suddenly felt the gates of heaven open, and the feeling of ascending to heaven gradually spread... Calamity clouds rose in the sky, a great heavenly calamity!" Qiu Wuji silently sensed for a while, then shook his head slightly: "It's useless." Chu Ge sighed and smiled: "I knew it." "That's useless. It must be logically consistent within the framework of the world." Qiu Wuji looked up and thought for a moment, then sighed softly to herself, "I never imagined that our 'Creator God' was just a weak scholar, and the truth of our world is just a book... All joys and sorrows are controlled by people, and future destinies are merely predetermined... Even my emotions change with the movement of a pen." Qiu Wuji's tone was somewhat wistful, and also carried a sense of sudden enlightenment, difficult to fully express. Chu Ge stared blankly at her expression, thinking to himself that if she were truly a character in the book, then this kind of revelation of the truth would indeed be very painful, wouldn't it? It might even cause her worldview to collapse and go insane.
Of course, if it were the Qiu Wuji he wrote, she wouldn't collapse. With her strong will, she would only try to turn the tables and take control of her own destiny...
That's right, isn't that what she's doing?
She felt extremely wary and repulsed by the fact that she suddenly thought of a disciple's smiling face, thus triggering some potential and breaking through boundaries...
Most likely. Once this was truly confirmed, the fear of having a sword to one's throat slowly faded, replaced by a sense of closeness and a touch of sympathy… How to describe this feeling? This was a character she had created, like a daughter?
For herself, it was just a story, a literary ideal to put it nicely, a tool for making money to put it bluntly.
But for her, it meant her entire life was being orchestrated.
Qiu Wuji frowned at him, then suddenly asked, "Are you pitying me?" Chu Ge pursed his lips, not answering, but instead said, "You say it's all controlled by others, but it's not that simple… Just like I can't just write you ascending directly, because it needs to be logically consistent. For a character, every action must conform to what that character should do, what they should say. At most, it's choosing one from several possible choices, and it's precisely choosing one from several choices you would make, not something that violates the character's established traits."
He paused, then chuckled, "Some say that once a character is written, the author can no longer control them. Your appearance provides the most powerful proof of that."
Qiu Wuji looked at him quietly, her beautiful eyes like deep pools, calm and profound, her thoughts completely unreadable.
After a long while, she coldly said, "Are you saying that my possible liking of that man is my own choice?"
Chu Ge's face turned green.
That certainly couldn't be her choice. Qiu Wuji was unparalleled in his time, possessing an unparalleled arrogance and vision. Even if he were to succumb to worldly desires as deliberately foreshadowed, the object of his affections couldn't be a mere novice disciple; the difference in their abilities would be too vast.
However, this is a harem novel. Even without the means, they'll create them. Obtaining a woman who is impossible to have is the core appeal of harem novels! Otherwise, who would read it?
But that woman was indeed impossible to obtain, meaning this wasn't a choice Qiu Wuji would make on her own; it was author's deus ex machina.
So much so that she was so resistant she practically ran out of the book, wasn't she?
Qiu Wuji coldly said, "That absolutely couldn't be my choice… In other words, you can at least influence the so-called self-consistency to some extent. As storytellers say, even if you slip up, you can still cover it up." Chu Ge truly regretted writing her as too clever, and could only wipe away cold sweat, saying, "Indeed… you can… cover it up a little."
Qiu Wuji was about to say something when her expression suddenly changed slightly.
Chu Ge watched helplessly as her figure began to blur, like a materialized human body transforming into a transparent ghost.
Then she faded further, like a phantom, until she vanished completely.
Her last voice echoed in the air: "No matter what method you use, you are not allowed to continue writing about any emotional entanglement between me and that Chu Tiange. I may reappear at any time. If you continue to write nonsense… then you'll never write again." Her voice was faint, and she was gone.
Chu Ge looked at the empty room, feeling as if he were dreaming.