People Really Shouldn't Show Off Recklessly

Ma Liang of the Magic Brush? Qin Fen felt enormous pressure. This character was complete nonsense, just like King Li with the Pagoda—he did not exist, born entirely from fiction. And it was ridiculously absurd fiction at that. Back in childhood, Chef Qin had watched the Ma Liang of the Magic Brush cartoon, and his elementary school teacher had even assigned essays about it. What Does It Matter?

Ma Liang of the Magic Brush was Wu Daozi's disciple, which meant that old immortal who had given him the Magic Brush was this guy. Wu Daozi was Cangjie's disciple, which meant Ma Liang was Cangjie's grand-disciple?

That was the Luo Writing, one of the River Diagram and Luo Writing, a genuine Primordial Spiritual Treasure. No wonder it was so formidable, no weaker than a complete Sea-Calming Divine Pearl. Combined with Cangjie's creation of writing, it was itself a treasure of Merit, the first brush in the world. It had the Merit of creating words, so whatever it painted, it created. Qin Fen immediately understood the key.

The corner of Qin Fen's mouth twitched. No wonder that brush was so awesome—whatever it drew became real. It was practically Doraemon's bottomless pocket, ridiculously powerful. As a child, Qin Fen's greatest dream had been to own Ma Liang's brush and draw endless packs of Little Raccoon instant noodles every day.

Now he had finally run into a real one, but how was he supposed to find him? The Celestial Realm was huge. The Heavenly Court lay beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, and there were also the Earthly Immortal Realm across the Four Great Continents, the Four Seas, and countless other places. Where the hell was he supposed to look? Did they really think his phone had GPS tracking?

Qin Fen looked awful. He really should