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The horse-faced demon's body was tense, and the pressure of the hand pressing down on it gradually increased, yet it had no intention of resisting.

In an instant, it seemed to see a Buddha standing in the starry sky, a huge golden hand that could cover the entire earth easily parted the sky and slowly pressed down, the wind it generated was enough to make it unable to move.

I am like a helpless little ant.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if he had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell. The Taoist priest in front of him transformed into the Emperor of Fengdu, with the Ten Kings of Hell, judges, and ghost generals standing by his side. Amidst the rising ghostly mist, only the red light in their eyes grew stronger and stronger.

The ghostly figures loomed around it, and as a horse-faced demon, it felt only fear.

"I really did draw it!" Horse-face was so oppressed that he almost had a mental breakdown. "It was just that the brush that captured my soul. I can't remember what I was before. It made me live, so I lived."

Tan Wenjie put his hand away: "So that's how it's used."

As he withdrew his aura, Horse-Face breathed a sigh of relief; it felt as if it was about to be annihilated.

The magic brush could paint people so vividly that it was as if the person had been brought back to life and their flesh had returned to its original state.

Even if Laozi's Nine-Turn Golden Elixir were to revive someone, the person's body would at least need to be intact, with all three souls and seven spirits present. Someone whose soul has been scattered cannot be revived.

But this can be done with a magic pen.

"Can you still remember who you were in your previous life?"

"I can't remember."

How much can you remember?

"From the day I emerged from the painting, I was no longer myself."

Upon hearing this, Tan Wenjie nodded slightly. So the person drawn with the magic brush must have been pieced together from various sources, and was not the original.

"Are these things the same?" Tan Wenjie looked at the already defeated Ghost Mist Demon Cloud.

The difference in strength between them was too great. Tan Wenjie was blessed with the titles of "Saint", "Celestial Venerable", "Thunder General" and "Emperor". If he hadn't deliberately suppressed his aura, these things probably wouldn't have been able to get close to him even within a ten-foot radius.

I am like a furnace that is constantly emitting high temperature, while the demonic clouds are like soft white snow, which melts and dissipates with the slightest touch.

"They were just sketches, far inferior to mine... to me." The Horse-Faced Rakshasa wanted to boast a little, but then realized he shouldn't.

As the Horse-Faced Rakshasa spoke, she kept glancing at Tan Wenjie, trying to decipher his expression to figure out what to do next.

"Where is the magic brush now?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"In the magistrate's study." Horse-faced Rakshasa said with disdain when mentioning the magistrate. "The magistrate wanted that child to draw gold and silver treasures, but the child refused. So he snatched the magic brush and drew them himself, not knowing that such treasures have their own spirit and can only be used by the chosen one. Otherwise, how could he have drawn a courtyard full of demons and monsters?"

Tan Wenjie nodded in agreement, his curiosity about the magic brush growing even stronger; this treasure probably surpassed the level of ordinary magical artifacts.

Since this is a world occupied by the Abyss, why wasn't the magic pen stolen?

They arrived at the magistrate's study. The horse-faced demon bent down to open the study door, hunched over and crawled inside, his head resting against the roof beam, his long horse-face sweeping back and forth.

"Right here!"

The horse-faced demon obediently handed the magic pen to Tan Wenjie.

【The Divine Brush (Treasure/Abyss): A divine brush corrupted by the abyss, drawing power from the world to create all things, but it seems to still hold the last glimmer of hope for humanity, capable of transforming what it draws into reality】

He examined the divine brush in his hand, but could not sense any aura of the abyss from it. Instead, he felt a very strong aura of immortality.

"The light of hope for humanity?" Tan Wenjie casually drew a circle on the table.

The circle transformed into an egg the instant the tip of the magic pen left.

The horse-faced demon exclaimed, "What perfect eggs!"

Tan Wenjie paused for a moment before saying, "I drew an apple."

Horse-faced Rakshasa: "..."

The egg in front of me shook gently twice, and with a "crack" sound, a fluffy little chick popped out.

But the moment it hatched, the chick's body swelled up, its wings sprouted sharp bony spikes, its beak grew sharp teeth, its eyes bulged out, and it pounced on Tan Wenjie, who was closest to it.

"Snapped!"

The moment the chick pecked at Tan Wenjie's body, it exploded with a "boom," turning into pieces of flesh scattered all over the ground.

"I see."

Tan Wenjie already had a rough idea of ​​the power of this magical pen.

Anyone who gets this pen can draw, but what they draw will most likely turn into demons and monsters. The end result is like the magistrate's mansion: the more you draw, the more demons and monsters are born.

The reason for this is that the world has been corrupted by the abyss, and the things drawn by the divine brush that uses the world's origin as energy to create everything have naturally been corrupted and distorted as well.

As for why the boy with the magic pen wouldn't encounter this situation, we'll have to meet him in person to find out.

Where is the owner of this pen?

"In jail."

“You…” Tan Wenjie turned around and looked at the Horse-Faced Rakshasa, then asked, “Where were you hiding before?”

"In the scroll."

Horse-faced demons created a wisp of ghostly mist and left the study. In the blink of an eye, they returned, carrying a scroll in their hands. However, the scroll now contained only a blank sheet of paper, without any trace of its contents.

After Tan Wenjie took the scroll, Ma Mian dove into the painting and transformed into a Ma Mian Rakshasa wielding a soul-hooking rope. Upon closer inspection, he sniffed the painting and could smell the ink from the painting itself.

Stepping out of the study, Tan Wenjie gently beckoned to the ghostly mist with his right hand, signaling them not to waste time and to hurry up.

The demons, who had never been provoked like this before, howled and pounced on him. Faced with the numerous demons and monsters in the entire county magistrate's mansion, Tan Wenjie simply opened his mouth and spat out a few words.

Suddenly, a yellow wind swept through.

The rising yellow sand enveloped the entire mansion.

Those evil spirits were like dumplings bobbing up and down in boiling water, rising and falling uncontrollably, and were ground to pieces by the fine yellow wind, finally turning into a wisp of yellow sand that vanished without a trace with the breeze.

Meanwhile, the group of constables led by Brother Zhao outside the door got goosebumps when they heard the wailing and howling coming from inside.

Then a fierce yellow wind enveloped the entire mansion, as if it were covered by a sandstorm, which made him even more terrified.

"We have no idea what's going on inside."

"Let's run."

“I have full confidence in the master,” Zhao Sange said with certainty.

The others stared speechlessly at Zhao San, who had already run quite a distance away: "..."

You were the fastest when you ran away, kid.

"call--!"

The yellow wind suddenly stopped, leaving only a wisp of yellow sand that stung my face slightly.

"Ptooey!" The group spat out the sand in their mouths, and when they looked up again, they saw Tan Wenjie carrying a scroll and striding out.

"Master, what's the situation inside?" Brother Zhao immediately stepped forward to ask.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie had no injuries and his clothes were clean, his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down. He was indeed a master; he really had some skills.

"This is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. The demons and monsters inside keep coming. To truly eliminate them, we must see that boy."

"boy?"

Brother Zhao hesitated.

Suddenly his eyes fixed on the calligraphy brush that Tan Wenjie was holding in his hand.

"Master, this...this pen is..."

“That’s right, this pen is the root of everything.” Tan Wenjie sighed and said, “Your county magistrate doesn’t know how to use it, keeping it around will only bring trouble.”

The constables stared greedily at the writing brush in Tan Wenjie's hand. They had all heard the legend of the magic brush, which could turn gold into gold and silver into silver. With just a light stroke of the brush, anything could be transformed from fake to real, and from then on, one would never have to worry about food or drink.

But the thought of what was happening inside the magistrate's residence brought them back to their senses.

If an ordinary person were to use this pen, they would surely meet a gruesome end.

"Okay, I'll take you there now."

The group took Tan Wenjie to the prison, where they found the righteous-looking boy in a dark corner.

“I have a few words I’d like to say to him,” Tan Wenjie said.

Zhao Sange and the others weren't unaware of the situation; they nodded and left, leaving the remaining space to the two of them.

The boy looked at Tan Wenjie with his bright, piercing eyes: "Are you also an accomplice hired by that corrupt official?"

“No.” Tan Wenjie shook his head. “They said there are monsters harming people. I’m used to doing good deeds, so I definitely have to come and help. No matter if people are good or bad, they can’t be harmed by monsters. This is the rule of the universe.”

Because Tan Wenjie is a human being, everything he does is based on human considerations.

"That corrupt official captured me, wanting me to bully men and women for him, and to paint mountains of gold and silver for him. I refused, so he locked me up here!" The boy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "How hateful! I have no power to deal with him."

The boy before him, who was the very image of a righteous little hero, made Tan Wenjie believe in what humanity's last hope truly was.

The darker the world, the brighter this light shines.

His sense of justice, like that of the Calabash Brothers, is pure and kind.

The World Channel was too straightforward, which Tan Wenjie found somewhat difficult to adapt to.

"I can get you out of here."

"you?"

"But you have to paint a picture for me too."

"Are you really a good person?" His eyes were scrutinizing, and all his emotions were clearly written on his face.

"Of course I'm a good person." Tan Wenjie took out the magic pen and handed it to the boy.

The magic pen was found again, and the boy jumped for joy as he grabbed it.

"What's your name?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"Ma Liang".

"Ma Liang and his magic paintbrush?"

The boy was taken aback when he heard the name, then nodded emphatically: "Yes, Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush!"

The magic pen wasn't very useful in Tan Wenjie's hands, so it was better to return it to its rightful owner.

The magic brush, which was completely disobedient in the hands of others, became incredibly powerful when it returned to Ma Liang's hands. With just a light stroke, a door appeared in the prison cell.

Ma Liang pushed open the door and walked out.

"I'm going to settle accounts with that corrupt official!"

What are you planning to do?

“He doesn’t want mountains of gold and silver, so I’ll draw him mountains of gold and silver.”

Tan Wenjie nodded: "Good idea."

When Tan Wenjie led Ma Liang out of the prison, Zhao Sange and the others noticed the magic brush in Ma Liang's hand, and their expressions changed drastically.

Even those who don't know how to use this magic brush can draw a room full of demons and monsters. If Ma Liang were allowed to use it at will, they would probably be in grave danger.

"Don't worry, everyone. I have already persuaded this young man. He is still young and does not understand the rules of the adult world. After my words of guidance, young Ma Liang has realized his own problems and is now willing to paint mountains of gold and silver for the magistrate."

Ma Liang nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's exactly what I think."

With Tan Wenjie as their guarantor, Zhao Sange and his men were overjoyed. Today, they had not only subdued the demons and monsters, but they could also help the county magistrate fulfill his long-held wish.

Turning around, they arrived at the inn, only to find that the county magistrate had booked the entire place for himself.

After entering the room and waiting for Zhao Sange and the others to explain the situation, Ma Liang and Tan Wenjie were led to the county magistrate.

"Can you really paint mountains of gold and silver for me?" the magistrate asked, leaning forward slowly and lifting his buttocks off the stool, his face full of eagerness.

"Of course," Ma Liang nodded, agreeing readily.

"Quick, get some paper."

A sheet of Xuan paper was laid out on the table, and the county magistrate then arranged for someone to bring over the inkstone, and personally rolled up his sleeves to help grind the ink.

Ma Liang picked up his brush and gently drew a small triangle on the paper, then drew another one.

As his pen left the paper, two triangles appeared, one gleaming with gold and the other with silver.

"Is this a mountain of gold and silver? It's too small." The county magistrate frowned.

“This piece of paper is too small. Even if it's filled with gold and silver, it'll only fill one table.” Ma Liang said, sketching a few lines below the mountains of gold and silver, and then a surging river appeared. “Doesn't this make it bigger?”

"So that's how it is. As long as we take a boat there, we can see mountains of gold and silver." The county magistrate was overjoyed. "Quickly, draw me two more boats."

Ma Liang nodded and drew two large ships with just a few strokes.

The county magistrate couldn't wait to jump onto the boat, and then called out to Brother Zhao and the others to get on board and sail towards the mountains of gold and silver.

"Crack!"

Thunderclouds rippled across the sky, and lightning flashed.

The waves were raging and the storms were relentless.

The two large ships were like helpless leaves in the turbulent river, at risk of being capsized by the waves at any moment.

Ma Liang had just lightly sketched the people and boat in the painting with his magic brush when he was met with a series of disasters.

Until a bolt of lightning struck the large ship carrying the county magistrate, all was quiet, the water calmed, and even the dark clouds overhead dispersed.

Apart from the two mountains of gold and silver on the water, the two large ships that were shouting and rushing toward the opposite bank could no longer be seen.

Tan Wenjie watched quietly from beginning to end. The power of the magic brush, under Ma Liang's control, far exceeded expectations and was enough to change the world.

"Now that the corrupt officials have been eliminated, I should go back." Ma Liang said, casually drawing a bamboo hat for himself and putting it on his head.

The eaves pressed down, obscuring the upper half of his face.

Corrupt officials are just the beginning; there are even bigger enemies to face.

"Take care on your journey."

"Didn't you say you wanted me to paint a picture for you?"

"Not anymore."

After Ma Liang left, Tan Wenjie's gaze fell on the painting that had completely swallowed up the magistrate and his men.

[Hidden Realm Discovered: "Mountains of Gold and Silver"]

[Level: lv1]

[Consumes: 0 Stamina]

[Access Method: Must be accessed through "Gold and Silver Mountain"]

To seize mountains of gold and silver, one must wade through turbulent waters.

Tan Wenjie put away the "Gold and Silver Mountains Map," already having gained an unexpected reward. As for the magic brush, he was sure he could win it in a lottery later.

The magistrate's residence was haunted, and afterwards, a group of yamen runners who were usually most eager to be his lackeys vanished without a trace. No one knew what had happened, and everyone tacitly stopped talking about it, only muttering in the streets that the wicked would be punished by heaven. (End of this chapter)