"Jiujiu was able to become a god entirely thanks to the sect master's cultivation. I dare not ask for anything more. Being allowed to remain by the sect master's side and serve you would already leave me completely content."
Xu Jiujiu helped Chen Ming shoulder the pressure of reviewing memorials. She had become a god solely because he had spared no expense in pouring resources into her.
Just being able to stay by Chen Ming's side already made her feel deeply satisfied. When Xu Xiaoyan heard that wishes could be granted, her eyes immediately lit up and she was about to speak, only for Chen Ming to cut her off:
"Any wish is possible, except anything related to your storybook career."
Upon hearing that he still refused to lift the ban on her storybook career, the smile on Xu Xiaoyan's face froze again. Seeing this, how could he not understand? He immediately reached out.
His large hands ruthlessly pinched both of Xu Xiaoyan's cheeks. At the same time, he wore a faintly smiling expression as he calmly threatened:
"Now that you've become a god, cultivate properly. Don't put all your thoughts into those useless storybooks, alright?"
Feeling that faint killing intent, Xu Xiaoyan was so frightened that even her twin ponytails stood on end. Wasn't it just that she had used him as the prototype and written over a thousand storybooks about him together with Xiao Xiao, Meng Hongchen, Na'er, Gu Yue, and the others?
There were just all kinds of genres, that was all—imprisonment, domination, forced love, obsessive love, threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes, ten-person sword debates, and the like. Was there any need to be so stingy?
Though she grumbled inwardly, the sword-debate genre had been something she came up with in a flash of inspiration after many people asked