Mortal: My name is Ma Liang, and I also possess a magic brush.

Yellow Maple Valley.

"what……"

A piercing scream suddenly erupted from the residence of a formal disciple.

The passing disciples all turned to look, and one of the male disciples looked surprised and suspicious.

"Isn't that Senior Brother Ma Liang's residence? What happened?"

One of his disciples shook his head. "I don't know. Senior Brother Ma Liang has been in seclusion for quite some time now. Could something have gone wrong?"

At this time, more and more disciples gathered around. Some couldn't hold back and tried to push the door open to check. But as soon as they touched the air in front of the courtyard gate, they were repelled by an invisible shield and staggered back several steps.

No one dared to rush forward. The protective formation was activated. If they forced their way in and disturbed him, it would likely cause a great misunderstanding, and they might even be held accountable by the sect.

Inside the house, Ma Liang clutched his head tightly with both hands, writhing and struggling in agony on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

"Damn it... Where am I? Why does it hurt so much... It hurts so much!"

He was just an ordinary office worker on Earth, spending his holidays at home with nothing to do, lying on the sofa scrolling through his phone.

While scrolling through the pages, I came across the animated film "Ma Liang and His Magic Paintbrush" that I watched as a child, and I watched it again with great interest.

He had just finished watching and casually swiped again, and the screen jumped to the anime page of "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality". As soon as he clicked on it, everything went black. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself inexplicably in this unfamiliar place.

Before he could even grasp his situation, a piercing pain exploded from the depths of his mind, almost causing him to lose consciousness.

After struggling for a while, the tearing headache finally subsided slightly.

Before Ma Liang could even catch his breath, another complex wave of consciousness surged into his mind, and the excruciating pain returned instantly, several times more intense than before.

He screamed in pain, rolling uncontrollably on the ground, his forehead slamming against the stone bricks again and again, until blood quickly appeared on his temple.

Only after that consciousness was completely infused did he collapse to the ground, no longer banging his head, but his head still felt like it had been churned by a blunt object, and he was in excruciating pain.

In a hazy state, fragments of memories that did not belong to him began to piece together in his mind, and Ma Liang's pupils suddenly contracted.

"I've actually transmigrated? Yellow Maple Valley... isn't this the world of 'A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality'?"

The moment he figured out where he was, a writing brush radiating brilliant golden light appeared in his mind.

The pen spun in mid-air, and each time the golden light from its body shone, a sharp pain shot through Ma Liang's head.

As the golden light flashed more frequently, the excruciating pain intensified with each wave, and Ma Liang finally understood the root cause of his headache.

This is the magic brush from "Ma Liang and His Magic Brush"! I never expected it would travel with me to this world of cultivation.

What terrified him even more was that in order to maintain its existence in this world, the divine pen constantly absorbed his divine consciousness. The waves of headaches were the burning pain of his divine consciousness being forcibly extracted.

Once Ma Liang understood the reason, he immediately wailed and begged for mercy to the pen in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Grandpa Pen! Please stop sucking! I'm going to kick the bucket if you keep sucking!"

No matter how desperately he shouted, the divine pen remained suspended in his sea of ​​consciousness, offering no response whatsoever.

Ma Liang called out several more times, but the magic brush remained unresponsive.

He realized that the pen had no consciousness at all; it was merely relying on instinct to absorb his divine sense in order to maintain its existence in this world.

"We have to think of a way quickly!" Ma Liang was sweating profusely with anxiety. If he didn't come up with a solution soon, he would definitely be the one who died the most pathetic death among the transmigrators.

He dared not delay for a moment, frantically rummaging through his body, pulling out the dusty storage bag, and following the original owner's memory, he made a hand seal, dumping all the contents of the bag onto the ground with a "whoosh," searching for something to relieve his headache.

He rummaged through the scattered bottles and jars and found several kinds of pills. Based on the original owner's memories, he recognized that these were either for healing or for increasing spiritual power.

Ma Liang didn't bother to distinguish them; he grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them whole.

However, after the pill entered his stomach and his spiritual energy surged wildly through his meridians, the excruciating headache did not ease at all. Instead, the pain intensified as his consciousness was being drained, causing his vision to go black.

Just as he was about to faint, his finger touched a pill box, which was buried in a pile of miscellaneous items and was inconspicuous.

Amidst the excruciating pain, a memory of the original owner surfaced. It was a Soul Nourishing Pill he had obtained by killing a rogue cultivator. He had originally intended to exchange it for spirit stones, but had casually tossed it into a corner of his storage bag.

Ma Liang's hands trembled as he tore open the box, pinched out the pill inside, and swallowed it.

Unexpectedly, as the effects of the Soul Nourishing Pill spread, the tearing pain in my mind gradually subsided.

Ma Liang was immediately overjoyed: "It works!"

He hurriedly followed the method from the original owner's memories, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to guide and absorb the medicinal power of the Soul Nourishing Pill.

A moment later, the medicinal effects were completely neutralized, and the excruciating pain was indeed reduced by more than half, but the lingering ache still tormented him.

"Not enough, this is not enough at all!" Ma Liang gritted his teeth and started searching through the clutter on the ground again, but no matter how hard he searched, he could not find a second Soul Nourishing Pill.

Just as he was sweating profusely with anxiety, the phantom image of the magic pen suddenly flashed through his mind.

Ma Liang realized that although the divine brush had been absorbing his divine consciousness, he also understood its purpose.

The magic brush uses divine sense to draw the false into the real. It records everything it touches. As long as the divine sense is strong enough, it can draw the real thing in the world with a single stroke.

Having an idea, Ma Liang dared not delay and, following the information in his mind, attempted to summon the magic brush.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt a sensation in his palm. Looking down, he saw a gold-plated calligraphy brush with a pure white tip in his hand.

Meanwhile, the phantom of the divine pen in his mind's sea still hovered, its golden light flashing and subtly echoing the real object in his hand.

Ma Liang gripped his brush, not caring about finding a canvas. He grabbed his sleeve, thinking of the Soul Nourishing Pill, and with a swift stroke, drew a perfectly round ink circle.

As he lifted his pen, a flash of blue light appeared on the ink stain on his sleeve, and a Soul Nourishing Pill rolled off the fabric.

Just as the pill was about to fall to the ground, Ma Liang reacted quickly and scooped it up in his hand.

But before he could even show his joy, a tearing pain shot through his mind.

Drawing this Soul Nourishing Pill consumed his already dwindling spiritual energy!

He gritted his teeth, ignoring the excruciating pain, stuffed the pill into his mouth, and began to refine it while sitting cross-legged.

However, once the medicinal effects were completely neutralized, he was filled with deep regret.

It turns out that the spiritual energy consumed in drawing this Soul Nourishing Pill cannot be replenished by this Soul Nourishing Pill!

This is an absolute rip-off!

At this moment, Ma Liang saw the spirit stones among the miscellaneous items. Since drawing the Soul Nourishing Pill was a losing proposition, he might as well just buy it!

He endured the throbbing pain in his head, put everything on the ground back into his storage bag, and then pushed open the gate to his residence.

But as soon as the door opened, the scene before him stunned him.

A dozen or so disciples of Huangfeng Valley were standing at the entrance, staring at him with curiosity in their eyes.

Ma Liang was suffering from a splitting headache and had no time to care about why these disciples were gathered at the door.

"Get out of the way!"

The crowd instinctively moved aside, making way for them.

One of the disciples, while retreating, asked, "Senior Brother Ma Liang, are you alright? I heard screams coming from your residence just now!"

Ma Liang didn't even turn his head, waving his hand dismissively, "It's nothing, it's nothing, everyone go back to what you were doing!"

After saying that, he took out a flying artifact from his storage bag, stepped onto it, activated his spiritual power, and flew towards the sect's pill pavilion.