Writing the World

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While people were gossiping about men and women, and Ju Yunxiu's own thoughts were drawn in this direction, Qin Yi finally saw a problem that had almost been overlooked amidst the chaos.

The source of Xi Xiangzi's Great Joy Temple elixir... may not necessarily be the same as Qin Yi's, who killed the lewd monk. The possibility that he colluded with outsiders cannot be ruled out.

Ju Yunxiu took this very seriously, as it not only concerned Qin Yi and their sect, but might even cross the bottom line of the entire Immortal Palace. She quickly took out a book, added a few strokes to it, and the True Spirit on the pages scattered, disappearing into the surrounding mountains in an instant.

Qin Yi looked on curiously. "What is this?"

"This is the Spirit in the Book; the few strokes I added just now were to give them reconnaissance abilities."

"... There are such powerful methods?" Qin Yi's eyes lit up. "Adding any command grants that ability?"

Ju Yunxiu smiled slightly, "Painting is a world, and so is book. Although words do not have concrete images, they can give more directions. Your comic strip proposal is actually something we have been thinking about throughout the ages—to integrate painting and calligraphy, to create a world that is as real as all things."

If you combine them all, it'll be a TV series, and a summoning-style TV series at that, maybe even an infinite flow series where you can transmigrate... If you create these worlds yourself, you might not be a creator, but you'd at least be an infinite flow god!

Qin Yi was greatly intrigued. This kind of immortal technique was truly enviable and incredibly interesting.

Ju Yunxiu laughed and said, "What, you want to learn again?"

"Uh... yes..."

"I haven't reached that level either; I'm still exploring."

"Teach me, maybe we can discuss things together?" Qin Yi said eagerly, "I have many ideas..."

"It's good to discuss this together, and I look forward to your insights," Ju Yunxiu said calmly. "However..."

"Well?"

"As the teachings deepen, they touch upon the greatest mysteries of our sect..." Ju Yunxiu paused, then turned to look at him earnestly. "So, am I your Senior Sister, or your master?"

Qin Yi smiled ingratiatingly, "Do we have to be so particular? This is just teaching on behalf of a master..."

Ju Yunxiu did not answer.

In the distance, Qing Cha was stamping her feet. This uncle usually seemed quite clever, so why didn't he understand this time?

Ju Yunxiu's words were actually an implication that set the tone for the relationship between the two parties.

If you say you're master and disciple, even if you're not officially one, but just feel that way in your heart, then the relationship between the two of you will be fixed as master and disciple. Because the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace is not a sect that ignores the rules; their Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting Sect is particularly old-fashioned in some aspects, and Ju Yunxiu cannot accept a master-disciple relationship, that's the established rule.

Conversely, if you insist that you are just siblings, then in Ju Yunxiu's eyes, it would be tantamount to giving up on pursuing her.

Ju Yunxiu herself wondered if, as the teaching deepened, their relationship had unwittingly become that of master and disciple. She wondered how Qin Yi would perceive it. Of course, she wouldn't make this implication explicit. Whether Qin Yi understood it or not, she herself didn't know what direction she hoped for, so it was best to remain silent.

Qin Yi couldn't possibly understand. Everyone had different rules in their hearts. Did he really care about the difference between his master and Senior Sister?

Seeing that Ju Yunxiu did not answer, Qin Yi was puzzled but did not dare to ask, so he continued the topic of calligraphy, saying, "I usually see that Senior Sister is engaged in the Way of the Book and reading, but I don't see her writing. Is there a reason for this? Is it because writing is more difficult than reading?"

Ju Yunxiu didn't dwell on the implication and casually replied, "For us, writing isn't difficult. We just shut ourselves away, weaving stories, constructing True Spirit —I don't know how much we've written in the past eighteen years; it's probably enough to fill a room. Otherwise, how do you think I could command these True Spirit?"

Qin Yi's attention was focused on only one word. "Eighteen... years?"

Ju Yunxiu, hands on hips, said, "A sixty-year cycle is a year, you Qi Ingestion? I'm not even eighteen yet!"

"I'm Qi Ingestion." Qin Yi wiped his sweat. "So, Senior Sister is only half a year older than me. It's truly a match made in heaven."

Ju Yunxiu glared at her and said, "Who said we're a match made in heaven? Now you dare to flirt with me?"

Seeing that glare without any momentum, Qin Yi simply said, "Anyway, I'm a lecherous scoundrel who hides lewd tools and evil skills. Didn't Senior Sister already know that already?"

Ju Yunxiu pondered for a moment, lost in thought, "Our flaw actually lies in this."

Qin Yi blurted out, "Is it not enough to live on? Do you want your junior brother to help you?"

"Pah. You lecherous scoundrel." Ju Yunxiu's beautiful eyes flickered, revealing a half-smile.

The sight of the distant Qing Cha made her teeth ache, and she mumbled something unintelligible.

Even Qing Cha could tell that this was less of a condemnation of a lecher and more of a flirtation. Qin Yi felt a little thirsty, but lacked the courage, so he could only stand there silently.

This is a big shot from Huiyang, and what she's researching is already the integration of calligraphy and painting, and the evolution of the world... She calls you a lecher, fine, but if you dare to actually show any real lecherous behavior, you might die a very ugly death.

Seeing his dazed expression, as if he wanted to do something but didn't dare, Ju Yunxiu's smile deepened, "How do you plan to help your Senior Sister experience life? Relying on your handsome, wealthy, and leisurely younger brother? Tell me, how did you come up with this kind of conclusion? How much experience do you have?"

Qin Yi coughed twice. "Just my imagination, just my imagination."

"Use your imagination." Ju Yunxiu didn't keep teasing him. She pondered for a while, lost in thought, and finally sighed, "Writing a story in isolation can certainly be exciting, but it always feels like something's missing. Especially with tens of thousands of years of history and countless masterpieces emerging every year, how much better can your ideas in isolation be than others'?"

Qin Yi said, "Then you discovered that the plot you thought was amazing was already a cliché in the Mortal World."

Ju Yunxiu looked at him for a while, then slowly said, "Or it will eventually become a cliché. If the world I construct is utterly uninteresting, less than one ten-thousandth the brilliance of the real world, then what's the point of me writing it? In the end, I'll run out of ideas and never want to pick up a pen again."

"Why set such high standards..." Qin Yi paused halfway through his sentence. Everyone's pursuits are different. His pursuits are no longer about poetry and songs, nor are they about being a writer who makes money by writing. Instead, it's about the ambition to create a world. He has written for "eighteen cycles of sixty years" and exhausted everything, to the point where he feels it's impossible to break through and doesn't want to write anymore. It's not that he can't write.

Judging from Ju Yunxiu's casual way of summoning True Spirit by throwing out scrolls, the imagined "infinite flow mini-dungeon world" is likely something she already has, or is already building, but hasn't quite finished yet.

I shouldn't embarrass myself by showing off my limited literary knowledge.

But Qin Yi felt that he might have some other advantages...

Because I hold a real world in my heart, a world of magnificence and splendor, thousands of years of vicissitudes, and different directions of civilization, which is in no way inferior to this place, and may even be more so.

Maybe one day, I will be able to do what Ju Yunxiu couldn't.

Within the paintings and pages of books, another world unfolds.

P. S.: Thanks to Cuttlefish for the chapter recommendation. What? You guys call that a sacrifice? We harem fans aren't afraid of sacrifices! Being sacrificed to sleep with the evil god is basic stuff. And to sleep with Cuttlefish Girl too, that's what makes a proper harem fan! ~xd