"You guessed correctly, Immortal. This sword of mine is indeed the Evil God Sword."
Yet though his words were delivered with pride, they drew a wave of sighs and murmurs from the crowd. Setting aside the mockery from everyone else, even Immortal Luopan wore a faint smile.
After all, Immortal Luopan had already made it clear that the legend of the Evil God Sword was something even the ancient Spirits—who traced their lineage to the primordial era—could not verify as truth or fiction. It was, in every sense, a true legend.
Moreover, even if that legend were real and the Evil God Sword truly existed, by all accounts it would be something extraordinary. How could it possibly appear here?
Furthermore, the broken stick in
As a Dragon Pattern-level Imperial Robe Spirit World Master, he had long since examined the wooden sword in Chu Feng's possession. The result had left him rather disappointed, though he had refrained from saying so aloud, unlike the others.
"If the Evil God Sword truly exists, I would very much like to test my Heavenly Immortal Sword against it. According to the legend Immortal Luopan described, the Evil God Sword would indeed qualify as a worthy opponent for my Heavenly Immortal Sword."
"But for you to claim that broken stick is the Evil God Sword—are you taking us for fools?"
"There are quite a few expert Spirit World Masters present, not to mention four Immortals in attendance. Do you really think they wouldn't be able to tell whether that stick is a treasure?"
"The masses are truly dim-witted. A supreme treasure can be right before their eyes and they still can't see it. It seems Dragon Pattern-level Imperial Robe Spirit World Masters are nothing special after all." Baili Xuankong let out a hearty laugh.
"Hmph. That piece of wood may have some peculiarities about it, but it is by no means an extraordinary object. In my view, this man is here to cause trouble. I suggest the City Lord have him removed." Seeing that Baili Xuankong had insulted him, Immortal Aicai spoke in a cold voice.
"Very well. Guards—" The Moon Worship City Lord had long grown tired of Baili Xuankong's antics, and with Immortal Aicai saying this, he now had more than enough reason to deal with him.
"Whether it's real or fake, there's only one way to find out! Young friend Chu Feng, you should know the method for making a weapon recognize its master, don't you? Why not give it a try?!" Baili Xuankong called out loudly.
Though everyone felt that Baili Xuankong was simply making trouble for no reason, they could not help but turn their gazes toward Chu Feng. A flicker of expectation appeared in their eyes.
But it was not the kind of expectation one might hope for. It was the dark sort—the expectation that Chu Feng would fail, so that Baili Xuankong would finally be driven away.
Under these circumstances, the pressure on Chu Feng mounted considerably. No matter what else one might say, Chu Feng was a genius Spirit World Master, and moreover, he possessed the Heavenly Eye that no one else could match.
From the very beginning, Chu Feng had sensed that the stick Baili Xuankong gave him held nothing special about it—it could hardly be called a weapon at all.
He had initially thought Baili Xuankong might have some deeper meaning behind it, but now it seemed that was not the case.
"Even if I pour my martial force into a broken stick like this, what good will it do? Oh, ancestor of mine, why must you make things so difficult for me?"
Chu Feng groaned inwardly, yet he still channeled a thread of martial force from his palm into the wooden stick.
Hummmm—
However, the moment his martial force was fed into it, Chu Feng's eyes lit up. The stick did not merely absorb his martial force—it devoured it at astonishing speed, like parched earth swallowing a single drop of dew. In an instant, every trace of Chu Feng's martial force was consumed completely, leaving not the slightest remnant behind.
"This works."
An experienced hand like Chu Feng felt his heart begin to race. He had realized that this broken stick was far more interesting than he had imagined.
Gripping the wooden rod tightly, he began channeling the martial force from his Dantian, pouring a continuous torrent of power into the stick.
The more he fed into it, the more astonished Chu Feng became. The martial force he was now channeling was immensely fierce, like a flood breaking through its dam, surging forth in a wild rush.
Yet this seemingly ordinary wooden sword was like a bottomless abyss—no matter how much martial force Chu Feng poured in, it offered not the slightest response.