Chapter 93: Heavenly Demon Bai Ze

de it impossible for everyone to accept or believe. They could only secretly speculate, thinking that the disciples were so terrifying, what kind of incredibly powerful beings would their masters beAs...After Jiang Yun had traversed Tianfu Peak in less than ten breaths, everyone basically lost interest in the performance of the other disciples who were attempting to climb the peak.

In the end, only Jiang Yun successfully ascended the peak.

This naturally caused Ginger Cloud's already rising reputation to completely echo throughout the Inquiry Sect, even surpassing that of Fang Yu Xuan from back then.

For fame and such things, Jiang Yun didn't care at all. He had long since returned to his own hut, preparing to face the challenge of tomorrow's mountain climb.

Tomorrow, the Hundred Beasts Peak will open, and this also made Jiang Yun involuntarily think of Lu Xiao Yu.

"It's been over half a year since Xiaoyu left, and I have no idea how she's doing now. I wonder if she has reached the Sea of No Return."

In a self-talking voice, Jiang Yun suddenly thought of the pen that Lu Xiaoyu had entrusted him to keep before leaving, so he casually took it out.

At first, out of grief and anger, Jiang Yun hadn't even bothered to look closely. Now, taking out this pen, he felt its weight in his hand and couldn't help but examine it more carefully.

At first glance, it made him involuntarily furrow his brow.

Although this appears to be an ordinary writing brush, its shaft is not made of wood but rather animal bone. Most strangely, the brush tip consists of only eight hairs!

Moreover, the eight hairs were not all the same color, each one a different color.

Jiang Yun put the pen to his nose, smelled it carefully for a moment and then said: "What kind of pen is this Although I don't know what kind of animal the pen body and nib are made from, it's not hard to guess that they should be from nine different animals."

When he was in Mangshan, Jiang Yun also used brushes made of animal hair, mostly wood combined with wolf hair, rabbit hair, and other animal hairs. He had never seen a brush like the one before him.

Although she found it strange, Ginger Cloud didn't think much of it. After all, it belonged to Lu Xiao Yu. She was only driven by curiosity, and spurred a bit of spiritual energy into the pen.

At the same time, the hundreds of wounds on Jiang Yun's body suddenly trembled slightly.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar filled the air, and Gingercloud felt a dizzying sensation before finding herself in an unfamiliar place.

This place has no sky, no earth; looking around, all you see is emptiness. However, in front of Jiang Yun, there is a black shadow towering ten thousand zhang high!

Standing before this shadow, Jiang Yun was like an ant, incredibly small. He couldn't even make out the full shape of the shadow, let alone what it was.

"Here, could this be the inside of that pen"

Now that Jiang Yun has seen a bit of the world, he knows that some magic weapons can have worlds within them. For example, storage rings, but the space inside a storage ring is simply dwarfed compared to this place.

Just as Jiang Yun was puzzled, two beams of light suddenly appeared above the gigantic black shadow before him. Immediately following that, a wave of scorching heat surged toward him.

Jiāng Yún's powerful flesh body, under the impact of this aura, was like a small pebble, continuously retreating backward until it reached a hundred zhang away before finally stopping.

Next, a raspy yet thunderous voice suddenly boomed in the air: "The taste of humans!"

Jiang Yun finally understood, the voice came from that gigantic black shadow, and those two balls of light were its eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yun said in a low voice, "Who are you"

“Your aura is so weak, you are not a demon cultivator, yet you can enter this Demon Refining Pen…” The two balls of light suddenly surged, like two miniature suns, shining on Jiang Yun: “A demon who has heard the Dao, no wonder, no wonder!”

Spirit Refining Pen, Spirit Refiner!

These two unfamiliar words gave Jiang Yun a vague understanding. The Refining Demon Brush probably referred to that brush, and the Refining Demon Master should be like an alchemist or an artifact refiner, a cultivator who specializes in refining demons.

But how does one refine a demon What use is there in refining a demon

Could it be that Xiaoyu and her grandfather are the demon cultivators And is this shadow in front of me a kind of demon, sealed by Xiaoyu's grandfather into this demon-cultivating pen But what exactly is a "demon of scent"

Several questions flashed through Jiang Yun's mind as he watched the shadow again and asked, "Are you a demon"

The shadow didn't answer immediately, it too fixed its gigantic eyes on Jiang Yun, after a moment it spoke again, “I am a demon, my name is Bai Ze, human boy, how about we make a deal”

"What kind of deal" Jiang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. "If you want me to release you from this pen, I can't agree."

Since Jiang Yun has already guessed, this demon named Bai Ze was sealed in this demonic pen, then the other party's purpose of trading with himself is nothing more than wanting to get out of here and gain freedom.

As for the demon, Ginger Cloud didn't have any aversion. If this brush belonged to him, he might even agree. But since the owner of the brush was Lu Xiao Yu, he had no right to make the decision.

Bai Ze swayed his massive body and said, "I don't need you to help me get out, and besides, with your meager cultivation, you can't release me at all. I only need you to help me find the demon who smells of the Dao! As a reward, I can grant you one wish."

Jiang Yun shook his head and said, "I don't know what a demon of the Dao is!"

Bai Ze fell silent again, pondering for a long time before continuing, "Who is closest to you, or who have you lived with the longest"

"Grandpa!" Ginger Cloud blurted out without even thinking.

Then help me find your grandfather!

Hearing this, Jiang Yun's heart skipped a beat. He already knew that his grandfather was also a demon clan. Could it be that the Bai Ze in his mouth, the demon who heard the Dao, was his own grandfather

If the other party just wants to see grandpa, I could agree. So Jiang Yun pondered for a moment and said: "It's possible, but not now. Also, I don't need you to fulfill any wishes for me!"

Although Gingercloud knew that Bai Ze's words about a wish might be an opportunity for herself, this spirit-drawing brush belonged to Lu Xiaoyu. Therefore, this opportunity should belong to Lu Xiaoyu as well. She couldn't possess it under any circumstances.

"Oh" Bai Ze apparently was also a little surprised and said, "You really have no wishes at all"

"No!"

Bai Ze blinked and said, "What if I could help you open up the twelfth meridian for you!"

"Boom!"

This sentence instantly caused a huge wave to surge in Ginger Cloud's heart.

Only Gu Bulao and Dao Tianyou knew about him having opened up eleven meridians. Even Dongfang Bo and the others were unaware of it. However, this Bai Ze actually revealed it outright, and he could even help him open up the last meridian.

"Don't believe me I just forgot to tell you, my name is Bai Ze, the celestial monster Bai Ze! The heaven I inhabit is not this world's heaven, so my power is not of this world!"

Although Bai Ze's words were full of temptation, Jiang Yun really wanted to open up the last meridian, and even believed that Bai Ze could do it, but in the end, he still gritted his teeth and shook his head, saying, "No!"

Bai Ze didn't insist either, chuckling and saying, "Well then, since I'm awake now, there's plenty of time. Whenever you come to your senses, just come find me!"

In Baize's eerie laughter, Jiang Yun's consciousness gradually blurred until it vanished completely. When he regained his senses, he found himself still in the hut, holding the demonic-subduing brush in his hand.

However, compared to before, there was a faint glimmer on one of the eight brush hairs, which was originally white. could no longer see clearly what was happening inside; they could only hear the sound of boiling flames and the howling wind, constantly rising and falling....Yet, amidst the flames and winds, there...