Seeing Qu Feiyan's actions, Chu Qinghe couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Qu Feiyan's actions towards Xiao Zhao at this moment have not even brought her any enjoyment.

Then, he looked at the two books that Qu Feiyan had placed on the table.

After glancing through the two storybooks, "The Painter Who Wins the Heart of the Courtesan" and "Sanlang's Suicide for Love," Chu Qinghe curled his lip.

"I thought you guys would buy Baixiaotang's 'Chronicles of the Martial World,' but you ended up buying a storybook instead?"

Although Baixiaotang is a neutral force in the martial arts world, it is not without business, apart from the several lists compiled by Baixiaosheng.

One of them is "The Chronicles of Jianghu".

It will include a record of some recent events in the martial arts world.

Almost every month, a number of martial artists gather at Baixiaotang to purchase this "Records of Jianghu Chronicles".

Thanks to the reputation of Baixiaotang and Baixiaosheng, almost every branch of Baixiaotang in various towns makes a fortune every month on the fifteenth.

The second is selling information.

Without a stable source of income, Baixiaotang will neither rise to the top of the industry nor have a gold mine.

How could it have existed for hundreds of years?

After all, everyone needs to eat.

Qu Feiyan said nonchalantly, "The latest issue of 'The Chronicles of Jianghu' will only be released on the 20th of each month. Just read it along with the previous issue. There's no rush."

Beside her, after Xiao Zhao finished her tea, Qu Feiyan picked up "The Chronicles of Jianghu" and called to Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao looked up at Chu Qinghe and asked, "Young Master, would you like to see?"

Chu Qinghe said calmly, "Forget it, it's too boring to read. I might as well write it myself."

The so-called "storybook" is similar to the novel in the previous life.

However, the stories in this world are mostly dry and lacking in content; once you've read the beginning, you can basically guess what will happen next.

Chu Qinghe had previously bought two books to pass the time, but he couldn't continue reading them after reading only a few chapters.

Listening to what Chu Qinghe said, Xiao Zhao looked at Chu Qinghe with a curious expression.

"Young master, you can write storybooks?"

Chu Qinghe curled his lip and said, "Isn't this something that anyone can do with their hands?"

In his previous life, not to mention all kinds of TV dramas, Chu Qinghe read a lot of novels while he was in school. In terms of plot, creativity, and appeal, these novels were far superior to those in Mandarin.

However, Xiao Zhao looked at Chu Qinghe with trust in her eyes, while Qu Feiyan glanced at Chu Qinghe with suspicion.

"Hey? You doubt me?"

Anyway, Chu Qinghe has been feeling rather bored lately. Faced with Qu Feiyan's suspicion, Chu Qinghe snorted and walked into the room.

Not knowing Chu Qinghe's purpose in entering the room, Qu Feiyan glanced at Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue, who were cultivating with their eyes closed, then gave Xiao Zhao a storybook and began to read it while warming herself by the fire.

After entering the room, Chu Qinghe walked to the desk.

While grinding ink, Chu Qinghe was also rapidly conceiving ideas.

After all, although Chu Qinghe had read a lot of novels in his previous life, this was the first time he had written one himself.

After thinking for a while, Chu Qinghe took some paper from the side, weighed it down with a paperweight, dipped his brush in ink, and began to write on it.

A few breaths later, on the first page, Chu Qinghe had already left the words "The Overbearing Cult Leader's Little Darling Wife" as the book title.

The title is just for show! It's all about the hype.

But just those few words are enough to pique people's interest.

After writing the title, Chu Qinghe turned to the second page. With each stroke of his pen, powerful, round, and majestic small characters appeared on the paper.

An hour later, as noon approached, Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue stopped their cultivation one after the other.

As the two women turned around and saw Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao engrossed in reading under the tree, Dongfang Bubai raised an eyebrow as he approached.

Then, listening to the soft sound of a brush gliding across paper in the room, Dongfang Bubai raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is he writing in the room?"

Upon hearing Dongfang Bubai's question, Xiao Zhao immediately raised her head and replied, "Young Master seems to be writing a storybook."

"Writing storybooks?"

Upon hearing Xiao Zhao's words, Yao Yue, who had also approached, looked puzzled.

After exchanging a glance with Dongfang Bubai, the two women entered Chu Qinghe's room together.

After crossing the threshold and taking a few steps into the room, the two women saw Chu Qinghe sitting at his desk, writing furiously.

Beside Chu Qinghe were several sheets of Xuan paper covered with small characters.

Out of curiosity, both Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue stepped forward to stand beside Chu Qinghe.

Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, who had also come in, came over as well.

After taking a closer look, Qu Feiyan asked in surprise, "Young Master, are you really writing a storybook?"

Hearing the sound, Chu Qinghe, who had put down his brush, said, "Since I'm free anyway, I might as well write for fun!"

As he spoke, Chu Qinghe flexed his wrists.

Although this was Chu Qinghe's first time writing a storybook, he clearly had a lot of unsavory ideas in his head.

So as I wrote, I found myself with a surge of inspiration, and once I started writing, I got quite engrossed in it.

Now that I've stopped writing, my wrists and fingers feel a bit sore.

It wasn't until the internal energy circulated through some acupoints in the palms several times that the symptoms subsided.

Listening to what Chu Qinghe said, Qu Feiyan, who was standing to the side, flipped through the pages and found the first page of the manuscript.

"Hmm? The Domineering Palace Master's Little Darling Wife? What kind of book title is that?"

Upon hearing the name Qu Feiyan utter, both Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue immediately turned their gazes to the manuscript in Qu Feiyan's hand.

Looking at the words "Overbearing Cult Leader" above, Dongfang Bubai raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

On the contrary, Yaoyue glanced at the large character at the top of the book title, then looked at Chu Qinghe with a half-smile.

"Heh, my little darling?"