Stockpile drafts, stockpile drafts, stockpile drafts—everything needs to be stockpiled.
Chu Ge's eyes were red; he wanted to shut down all communication devices and start typing immediately.
But the more he rushed, the less he could write, and he even got stuck for a while…
It might be related to those previous 30,000 words; his writing state then was very detached, somewhat out of sync with his current state.
Chu Ge took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind and enter a state of clarity.
What he didn't know was that his book was actually getting better and better, ridiculously so.
It had nothing to do with writing skill…
It was the feeling of truthfully recounting what he saw, a feeling that was completely different from imagining and fabricating—the difference was immense.
And what he wrote was becoming increasingly "real," including details of clothing, architecture, every flower and blade of grass, even the cultivation techniques could be elaborated on, making it seem like you could actually practice them. The incantations were incredibly sophisticated.
Previously, the descriptions of Chu Tiange's battles and cultivation were purely for atmosphere, focusing on "momentum" and the astonishment of bystanders—similar to the techniques Qiu Wuji used when teaching him to write combat descriptions. But now, in addition to these existing atmosphere-building elements, detailed descriptions of actual combat have been added. Readers with real-life combat experience have noticed that these descriptions seem to realistically simulate real battles.
The ethereal quality is also becoming increasingly pronounced. The writing style hasn't changed much, but strangely, it feels incredibly ethereal, as if the reader is actually there.
Could this Chu Tiange have actually cultivated immortality?
Logically, it wasn't like this before… The initial stages were fairly formulaic, focusing on the rise of the sect's outer disciples. The later ensemble scenes weren't particularly relevant, showcasing Chu Tiange's own strong writing skills. How come this feeling has become increasingly strange as the world expands…?
Is it really possible for an author to improve while writing a book, and improve so significantly?
Could it be that because he shamelessly wrote about Qiu Wuji taking the minor character Chu Tiange as his disciple, he actually learned the skills?
Regardless of readers' speculations, the book's reputation is steadily growing, its fame is spreading, and with the couple's own influencer marketing, it's rapidly approaching the top of the website.
And across all channels.
This is the source of Lao Zhu's confidence in urging Lao Xie Wenyuan to launch the project early.
Launching a project during serialization carries many risks, but it also has advantages. The most significant advantage is that the serialization period is when the book's popularity is at its peak. Once the book is completed and the hype has died down, the IP's inherent appeal diminishes.
Clearly, now is Chu Ge's most triumphant moment; announcing the project now generates more buzz than it would have years later. Of course, launching a project doesn't mean immediate filming; there are lengthy procedures involved, which is why the sooner the better.
This project involves not only film and television but also full copyrights for animation and games, and further research is needed to determine the specific arrangements. Xie Wenyuan was cautious about such a large project and wouldn't act rashly. Since Chu Ge insisted on his involvement in the script, it was better to discuss some matters with the author in person.
Thus, this invitation came about.
The editor was saying, "Chu Ge, the contract I sent you last time..."
Chu Ge still refused: "I really won't sign that..."
The editor was silent for a while before saying, "We'll meet in person when you come."
"So we can meet even if we don't go to the annual meeting..."
"Heh... I think it won't be me meeting with you, it'll be the editor-in-chief, the chief editor, or even, most likely, our big boss."
Chu Ge stared at this sentence in silence for a long time, then suddenly chuckled.
Does the big boss even know of Chu Ge's existence?
Heh... Suddenly, all that eagerness to stockpile manuscripts and go to Shanghai vanished.
...... After finishing the planned chapters, not a single word was saved.
In the afternoon, Qiu Wuji went to driving school as usual. Chu Ge rode his electric scooter to take her there, then turned around and went to the dark room.
Entering the dark room, it was packed with people—except for Zhong Yi, and the extra Old Zhu, who had removed his mask, and his daughter, Zhu Mengmeng.
Mengmeng was also part of the dark room… Everyone was practicing their own exercises. Zhu Mengmeng was running on the treadmill, while Wan Zijun and Long Sijia kept sneaking glances at her sweat-soaked figure. Chef Jin was also stealing a look, and the proprietress was pinching his waist, wincing.
Only Panda seemed oblivious, diligently playing Warcraft: "That mage! He got called out! He's out of the circle! Damn, are you deaf?" Pushing the boss, who has time to look at women!
"Only the Anime Club Survives."
Seeing Chu Ge walk in alone wearing the Three-Child Mask, Zhu Mengmeng happily waved to him.
Everyone glared at Chu Ge with hostility: "Hey, you have six kids, leave some soup for others!"
Chu Ge retorted irritably, "What does it have to do with me... If you're so capable, go chase after them! Hiding and peeking is embarrassing."
Zhu Mengmeng grinned.
Actually, there was a hint of indifference in her eyes; she really had no interest in these things anymore.
The others rolled their eyes: "Speaking of hiding, you have the nerve to say that to us? Then don't wear the mask, who are you trying to fool?"
Chu Ge reluctantly removed his mask: "Can't you have a little ceremony? We're a secret society. People can write hundreds of chapters guessing which acquaintance is the masked person in the society, and then mysteriously reveal the truth: you are XX!"
Everyone laughed: "Truly worthy of being a writer, always talking about your profession."
Wan Zijun laughed: "If we were the protagonists, we would have guessed you, the masked person, for hundreds of chapters already." "Well."
"Huh, changing the perspective makes it seem like it does..."
"So, everyone just thinks they're the protagonist." Wan Zijun said, "You should exercise more in the future, don't just stay home writing all the time, it's bad for your health."
"Huh? So concerned about me? I'm not a male ketone." Wan Zijun opened his phone and showed him a message: "A writer died suddenly from staying up all night in the early hours of the morning. We're all your die-hard readers, we were worried about you." Chu Ge silently looked at the obituary, thinking about the possible "summons from the big boss," and sighed softly.
Before Qiuqiu came along, his and Zhang Qiren's lives were probably quite similar.
Now all his ailments are cured, his cervical and lumbar spine problems were solved a long time ago, he wondered how Zhang Qiren was doing... Now that he's no longer writing documents, he should be training hard, right? Especially since his special ability requires a strong physique...
Never mind, I'm getting carried away.
Chu Ge snapped out of his reverie and said in a low voice, "I have my own training, don't worry. Speaking of which, Panda asked me to practice with everyone… It seems you've all been working hard for a while now, I wonder how much you've improved?" Wan Zijun was eager to try: "Want to see mine first?"
Chu Ge asked curiously, "Can your writing evolve?"
"Yes." Wan Zijun quickly wrote three characters on his face: "Huluwa" (Calabash Brothers).
And then, in Chu Ge's eyes, there really was a Huluwa standing before him.
Much more lifelike than his own mask, this was a real Huluwa!
Speaking of which, it's surprising that his current spiritual strength could still be affected… No wonder, even Qiu Qiu's spiritual sense thought Wan Zijun was handsome back then, the prerequisite for this ability to take effect is truly unbelievable.
"How about it?" Calabash Brothers said smugly, "More lifelike than your mask, right?" Chu Ge twitched his cheek. "What's the use of looking like Calabash Brothers? Can I gain their abilities?"
"No, this only makes you think you're Calabash Brothers. I haven't actually transformed. It's no different from before, where people just thought I was handsome or a father figure." Wan Zijun wasn't discouraged; instead, he smiled. "But… before, we were limited by the human form, but now I can look anything." Chu Ge's heart stirred slightly, and he saw Wan Zijun erase the words "Calabash Brothers" and change one word: "Dragon." A dragon's roar resounded, and a blue dragon raised its head and coiled, instantly filling the entire dark room.
Having observed dragons in the world of fantasy, Chu Ge knew clearly that Wan Zijun's dragon wasn't just visually striking; its sound and aura were incredibly similar, even possessing the illusion of dragon might.