He Xiuyuan had already flown away, and the Crane remaining in place picked up the pen handle, then placed it on a flat stone nearby.
Immediately, the Crane flew into a hidden mountain crevice and picked out the evening glow it had previously plucked.
After placing these evening glows next to the pen handle, the Crane lowered its head and pecked at the evening glow, turning it into delicate, fine strands of evening glow.
Then, it wrapped these strands one by one around the pen handle.
However, as these strands of evening glow fell onto the pen handle, a faint rumble of thunder instantly erupted from the pen handle, as if the heavenly thunder that had been wrapped around it last night had not completely dissipated.
But the Crane paid little heed to this; it had endured much thicker heavenly thunder before, so it naturally didn't care about such a small amount of heavenly thunder now.
And as the strands of evening glow were stimulated by this faint heavenly thunder, their ends also merged into the pen handle.
Dividing the evening glow into strands was very troublesome and intricate, but the Crane appeared very patient, and the resulting strands were all very uniform.
As the Crane worked, the once bare brush began to gradually become fuller.
By the time the Crane finally finished filling the brush, all the evening glow accumulated over the years was completely consumed.
Seeing this, the Crane picked up the brand-new brush in front of it and flew towards the mountain where He Xiuyuan was.
Although it had only flown over once, the Crane had remembered that place.
.......
"Gah...!"
Accompanied by an incredibly loud cry from the Crane, He Xiuyuan, sitting on the mountain peak, instinctively turned his head to look.
He then saw the earlier Crane flying towards him.
He Xiuyuan looked at the Crane, whom he hadn't seen for some time, with some confusion.
That day, he had asked the Crane if it wanted to come here with him, but the Crane had refused.
Why was the Crane flying over now?
Though he thought this, He Xiuyuan still stood up to greet his Crane Brother.
As the Crane spread its wings and landed steadily, He Xiuyuan then noticed something in its mouth.
Looking closely, it seemed to be... his brush?
But hadn't his brush been destroyed by heavenly thunder before?
So where did the brush in the Crane's mouth come from now?
He Xiuyuan was puzzled and took a few more close looks.
The slight burn marks on the pen handle confirmed it was indeed his brush.
The Crane walked up to He Xiuyuan, lowered its head, placed the brush down, and then let out a cry towards He Xiuyuan.
He Xiuyuan stared at this scene, somewhat stunned, "For me?"
Judging by the Crane's demeanor, this brush seemed to have been specially brought to him by it.
But the problem was, this brush should be his old one, which had already been destroyed. How did this Crane manage to restore it?
Moreover, this brush was completely different from before.
Now, the bristles on this brush looked extremely soft and loose, yet also gave a sense of extreme cleanliness.
It was like... a feeling of not attracting even a speck of dust.
Listening to He Xiuyuan's words, the Crane simply lowered its head and preened its feathers, ignoring He Xiuyuan, appearing very aloof.
He Xiuyuan smiled helplessly at this, then picked up the brush and examined it in his hand.
Just by glancing at it, He Xiuyuan could already sense that this brush was extraordinary.
Every strand on the brush head felt incredibly soft.
When He Xiuyuan reached out and touched it, he felt that the material seemed many times softer than silk, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.
He Xiuyuan looked down at the brush in surprise.
It already felt very different when he looked at it, but now that he touched it, it felt even more extraordinary.
After some thought, He Xiuyuan decided to try out his Spell with this brush.
No matter how special the brush was, it was ultimately meant for casting Spells.
Thinking of this, Spiritual Qi began to circulate within He Xiuyuan's body.
However, just as a portion of the Spiritual Qi was injected into the brush in front of him, the next moment, the white bristles at the front of the brush instantly expanded, and the pen handle itself grew larger and longer.
In just an instant, what should have been a brush in He Xiuyuan's hand had now transformed into a whisk.
"This...?"
He Xiuyuan looked at the whisk in his hand, his face full of surprise.
This thing could transform like this?
This Crane's ability was formidable, how did it do it?
He Xiuyuan held the whisk in his hand, his surprise mixed with joy.
He could already feel that this artifact was extraordinary.
The Crane nearby noticed He Xiuyuan's actions, looked up for a moment, then withdrew its gaze, appearing as if it had already expected this.
The evening glow it had plucked itself was already extraordinary.
So, being able to lengthen and shorten like this was normal.
As for the pen handle in He Xiuyuan's hand, its ability to withstand heavenly thunder without being destroyed meant it had already gained some fortune.
Combined, such a miraculous display was normal.
He Xiuyuan now flicked the whisk, then quickly swung it, writing down the character for "Suppress."
Compared to before, He Xiuyuan felt significantly easier and much smoother when writing this character this time.
From this, one could tell that the compatibility between this item and He Xiuyuan was very high.
He Xiuyuan continued to use this artifact, and soon he roughly understood its functions.
If He Xiuyuan wanted to, he could inject some Spiritual Qi into the whisk, and the whisk would naturally lengthen.
If He Xiuyuan wanted the item to transform back, he only needed to extract the remaining Spiritual Qi from it.
When this item was maintained in its whisk state, it would continuously consume Spiritual Qi. Even if He Xiuyuan did not extract the Spiritual Qi from the whisk, it would transform back once the Spiritual Qi inside was depleted.
However, the whisk consumed relatively little Spiritual Qi, not a lot.
Additionally, if He Xiuyuan had enough Spiritual Qi, he could make the whisk's tail much longer.
However, doing so would consume a lot more Spiritual Qi.
He Xiuyuan's current Dao cultivation was not high, so doing this would consume too much Spiritual Qi and would not be cost-effective.
After fiddling with it for a while, He Xiuyuan withdrew the Spiritual Qi from the whisk, and the whisk transformed back into a brush.
Then, He Xiuyuan re-tied the brush to his waist.
This made it much more convenient; in the future, when he needed to use it, he just had to untie it.
After all, He Xiuyuan, dressed as a scholar, having a brush tied to his waist was a very normal attire.
It was just that the perfectly clean tip of this brush was very eye-catching.
