The old ghost was shocked when he saw this and was about to speak out to stop him, but he saw the latter picked up the heavy judge's pen very smoothly and turned it lightly in his hand.

“This…this…you!”

The old ghost was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out of his head and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Oh my God!

This is the judge's pen, and only the chief judge of the Yinlusi Department is qualified to be the censor!

Anyone else would be attacked by the Senluo ghost energy if they even touched it, let alone took it, but how come this little girl was holding it in her hand like nothing happened?!

Could it be that the rumors circulating in the underworld back then were true?

The old ghost was shocked, his expression changing again and again, but when he looked at Xiang Sheng again, there was a hint of respect in his eyes.

"Since you can pick up this pen, why not try to control it?"

Xiang Sheng heard the change in the old ghost's tone, glanced at it, and the immortal energy in his palm surged and poured into the judge's pen, but it was like a drop in the ocean, with no movement at all.

“Wrong, wrong!”

The old ghost hurriedly pointed out, "This is a magic weapon from your hometown. How can you activate it with the power from other worlds gained through cultivation? Why don't you try using your own strength?"

"My own strength?"

Xiang Sheng frowned slightly. According to what the old ghost said, immortal energy comes from external cultivation and cannot be used on the judge's pen.

But she was just an ordinary person before she crossed over to this world. Isn't the power in her body now the result of cultivation?

If there is anything that is related to the past life, it is only the soul.

Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng separated a trace of his spiritual consciousness and probed into the Judge's Pen.

Buzz!!!

The judge's pen trembled slightly, and the dust on it instantly dispersed, emitting a faint light.