Life soon settled back into a routine, just as expected.
Chu Ge's days consisted of writing and cultivating, with the occasional trip to the Black Room to work out on the equipment. Simple, regular, and dull.
Qiu Wuji had far more activities: grocery shopping and cooking, reading and watching shows, managing the book reviews and group chats, and occasionally writing some "main text." Now she also had a Weibo account to manage.
There was no need to worry about the most time-consuming task, pill refining. Whenever they ran out of pills, an indignant Little Flame would be hauled out to refine more like a downtrodden drudge.
Thanks to a little favoritism from the Heavenly Dao, Little Flame's injuries were recovering faster than expected, but Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji's strength was growing even faster. With pills to help them get around this world's sparse spiritual energy, these two walking bugs were making leaps and bounds in their cultivation.
Every time Little Flame came out, a vicious gleam filled its eyes, convinced it had recovered enough to rebel this time. But one glance at the two of them, and that vicious gleam swiftly turned into the gentle glow of a fire dutifully refining pills.
It could no longer even beat Qiu Wuji's avatar...
It could not even tell what level this avatar of Qiu Wuji's was at. She was far too unfathomable...
Qiu Wuji's assessment of herself had also been correct. She had said back then that she could stay for a long time now, and sure enough, she had forgotten how long she had been out this time, yet there was still no sign that she could no longer hold on and had to return. Every day, she lived in peace and contentment, just like a real modern person.
Chu