At that moment, the City Lord of Baiyue frowned slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. From a personal standpoint, he naturally didn't want anyone helping Chu Feng.
But when he considered the bigger picture, he truly had no grounds to stop Baili Xuankong. With no other choice, he uttered just two words: "As you wish."
"Young friend Feng Xing, catch the weapon." Baili Xuankong didn't delay either. With a sweep of his wide sleeve, a beam of dark crimson light shot toward Chu Feng.
Chu Feng simply reached out and caught the object in his hand, then immediately bowed to Baili Xuankong, saying, "Thank you, Senior."
Because what had fallen into Chu Feng's hand was indeed a weapon.
However, once the crowd around the platform caught sight of it, jeering erupted from all sides—and some individuals even clutched their stomachs laughing, doubled over with hilarity.
Many had been eagerly anticipating Baili Xuankong's offer to lend a half-formed Emperor Weapon. They wanted to see what kind of weapon this generous man would lend to Chu Feng.
But the weapon now in Chu Feng's hand was truly underwhelming.
It was a sword—a long sword over two meters in length. Yet no matter how you looked at it, it bore no resemblance to a half-formed Emperor Weapon. For it was actually a wooden sword. The dark reddish wood had no blade, was riddled with pits and dents, and was so worn and battered that it barely maintained the shape of a sword.
Such a sword could not even be called a half-formed Emperor Weapon—it could hardly be called a sword at all. Calling it a wooden sword was already generous; calling it a wooden stick would have been far more accurate.
"I was wondering what kind of weapon you'd lend him—turns out it's a broken piece of wood."
"Are you really expecting Feng Xing to use this broken stick to rival my Heavenly Immortal Sword?"
"I honestly can't tell whether you're helping him or sabotaging him." Ximen Feixue sneered with mockery, his laughter growing louder and louder. It wasn't intentional—Baili Xuankong's wooden sword had genuinely amused him.
"I thought you were some big-shot, lending a half-formed Emperor Weapon."
"Turns out you're just here for a joke—hahahaha..."
At the same time, more and more people in the crowd began to laugh as well, not only ridiculing Baili Xuankong but also making fun of Chu Feng.
"Hahaha..."
Yet faced with everyone's ridicule, Baili Xuankong showed no anger. Instead, he himself burst out laughing before speaking: "I thought everyone here was a peak expert—but it turns out there are so many who can't recognize a treasure. How disappointing."
"Hmph, it's clearly nothing but a broken stick, and yet you say we can't recognize a treasure? Do you take us for fools?" The crowd sneered at Baili Xuankong's words, all convinced he was spouting nonsense.
After all, many among them possessed considerable skill in barrier techniques. As Spirit World Masters, they had carefully examined the wooden sword in Chu Feng's hand and found nothing special about it—which only reinforced their conviction that it was nothing more than a wooden stick.
"Immortal Compass, I believe that among everyone present, you have the most extensive knowledge."
"Since you know the story of the Heavenly Immortal Sword, you must have heard of the Evil God Sword as well?" Baili Xuankong addressed the Compass Immortal.
"The Evil God Sword?" At these words, the crowd was stunned once more. From their surprised expressions, it was clear that most of them had never heard of this so-called Evil God Sword.
In truth, even the Compass Immortal was momentarily taken aback when he heard the words "Evil God Sword"—his expression freezing for an instant before he broke into a smile:
"Haha, the Evil God Sword—I have indeed heard something about it. But this isn't merely a story—it's a legend."