Chapter 757

She, at the end of her speech, sounded as if wrapped in a thin layer of honey, "Wan Di and Na Ke Xia, you also saw their interaction in the courtyard. Isn't that interesting? If placed in a more suitable setting—the dungeon of Xuanfeng City, Ao He Ma's bathhouse, the palace chambers—it would be even more fun."

Heimu opened her eyes.

Her mind was simultaneously running two completely contradictory threads in an extremely bizarre way.

Thread A said: This is a violation.

Thread B said: She hasn't specified which parameters to change.

Thread A said: You are the system administrator; does this action do justice to Xi Lian?

Thread B said: You watched Xi Lian's mental fantasies across the whole scene and didn't delete them cleanly.

Thread A said: XiaDie is currently under the influence of a term; you shouldn't argue seriously with her.

Thread B said: Her writing style is truly good.

"When you just turned to page sixty‑seven, your breathing rhythm changed."

XiaDie's voice suddenly became even softer; she bent down, her purple ponytail slipped from her shoulder, the tip sweeping across Heimu's hand back that was resting on the armrest.

"Also, when you turned to page ninety‑two, your fingertip lingered on the paper for two seconds. You watched that scene twice. The first time you turned past it, then turned back. I saw it all."

Heimu's ears were heating up.

She strained to keep her facial expression steady, but she couldn't control her ears, just as she couldn't control the fact that XiaDie's hair strands were gently swaying on her hand back.

"That scene is indeed well written."

She heard her own voice say.

Then her mind added: What are you talking about?

"I can write it better. Make your character more fleshed out. Give you a fuller emotional arc, more authentic inner struggles, and more delicate physical reactions."

XiaDie's breath brushed Heimu's earlobe, carrying the faint cool scent of antiling flower, "You and I share a common goal: to make this revived Weng Fa Luo Si more interesting. Within the framework, we seek gray areas permitted by the Rule, create small harmless, self‑visible chaos, then stand aside and watch it ferment slowly. I write, you enact. Perfect division of labor."

She straightened up and gently pulled the stack of paper from Heimu's hand.

She turned to one page, placed it back on Heimu's lap, and her slender fingers lightly tapped the paper.

Her nails were painted a light purple, shimmering pearl‑like under the light.

"Please review this piece. My personal pride—'Reflection of the Underworld River: Black Curtain Lady's Antiling Flower Appointment.'"

Her finger slowly traced the title, leaving a shallow nail scratch on the paper, "The scene is set here: the Underworld, antiling flower field, early dawn when the moonlight is brightest. You are embraced from behind by my Clone, an arm looping around your waist, fingertips beginning at the abdomen and slowly drawing upward. I used seventeen different verbs for this passage, each distinct."

Heimu lowered her head, looking at the neat, delicate characters on the paper.

Starting from line seventeen, the verbs jumped into her retina one after another.

Sketch. Outline. Caress. Glide. Press. Circle. Separate. Probe—

She flipped the paper over.

"You don't like this piece?"

XiaDie's voice came from above her head, tone showing no disappointment, only pure curiosity, "Then I'll switch to another. I have plenty of material. Before leaving, Lord Sai Fei Er left me thirty‑two new outlines, each capable of expanding into a full story. One of them involves you; Sai Fei Er said she has always wanted to write a series about Ti Bao teacher and you, titled 'Mother's Teaching Lesson.' She said Ti Bao teachers would certainly be interested."

Heimu began to seriously calculate in her mind the probability of successfully standing up now and flashing out the window to vanish into the depths of the antiling flower field.

The calculation result was one hundred percent.

But she did not stand up.

Because she realized she could not make any sudden movement in front of this woman.

It wasn't that she was controlled; her autonomic nervous system made the decision before her brain finished calculating, keeping her in place, continuing to listen as she finished speaking.

Her ears were still warm, her fingertips still pressed on the paper she had just turned over, and her breathing rhythm had indeed changed, exactly matching what XiaDie said.

She was being led by the other party.

She is Heimu, after all!

Now she is pinned in place by an Underworld River daughter suffused with floral scent, using seventeen verbs and three outlines.

XiaDie seemed to notice her stiffness.

The purple‑haired girl did not step back; instead she turned her body slightly, letting herself fall into Heimu's peripheral light.

Her pale face appeared especially delicate under the warm yellow light; those light‑purple pupils were close enough to see, and the sheen deep within them was no longer the fan‑girl‑obsession‑driven frenzy, but a calmer, clearer focus, bearing an inspecting concentration.

She was observing Heimu's reaction.

"I think we are very similar."

XiaDie suddenly changed the subject, the suggestiveness in her tone lessened a bit, turning into a more casual chatty tone as if speaking with an old friend.

She circled back behind Heimu, her hands lightly resting on the top of the chair back, fingertips intermittently tapping the wooden edge.

"You have the ability to change the world. As long as you wish, anyone's data can be altered at will. Any Golden Descendant's Cognition can be rewritten. You can make them forget certain things, remember certain things, act in ways they wouldn't normally, utter words they would never say in a lifetime. x sleep. Cognition x modify. Memory x write. All within a single thought of yours."

Heimu's back stiffened slightly.

What she said was completely different from Xi Lian's.

Xi Lian's term laid her desires bare on the surface; each fantasy was straightforward, unadorned, and carried the impulsive nature typical of a young girl.

XiaDie, however, wrapped what she wanted to say in layer upon layer of calm analysis and elegant phrasing.

"I can indeed do these. But that doesn't mean I should." Heimu was silent for a few seconds, then spoke.

"Of course, one shouldn't act casually. Your caution is one of the reasons I respect you."

XiaDie's voice came from behind the chair, this time her position shifted, the source was behind Heimu's left ear, close enough for her to feel the slight airflow of the speech, "But have you ever thought about turning the world into how it should be. A more beautiful form. Correct those unsuitable emotions, restore missed fates, and speak the words that were never dared to be spoken."

Her breath brushed Heimu's ear, carrying the faint cool scent of antiling flower, her voice as light as a requiem's refrain, "Turn those scenes that can never be realized in reality, like what's written on this page, into tangible reality. Let a thousand clones of Ti Bao teacher line up in your bedroom, and let Xi Lian hug you and act coquettishly every night."