Chapter 17 Fame

Regardless of what was happening in the city, Yun Bai was wreaking havoc in the skies above the Cang Plains.

Excluding Supervisor Zhou Shengtai's personal involvement, there were eight aerial forces exterminating the Demon Birds above the Cang Plains: one Grade-A squad, six Grade-B squads, and Yun Bai himself.

Beyond mere extermination, they were also tasked with maintaining aerial security and providing mobile support.

Yun Bai still clearly remembered the terrifying moment half a month ago beneath the cliffs of the Hanze Mountain Ravine, when Niwa Village was shrouded in the shadows of the Demon Birds. It was the Grade-A Three squad that had descended like divine soldiers, tearing through the dark clouds to save them from peril.

Back then, he was merely a fledgling just beginning to glimpse the path, looking up at those figures piloting their flying ships with nothing but relief and gratitude in his heart.

How quickly the world turns; sometimes, even fate itself is caught off guard.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Bai had been fighting continuously on the Cang Plains for over ten days.

Ten days is but a fleeting moment in the long lifespan of a Cultivator, yet he had forged a resounding reputation for himself.

At this moment, as Yun Bai walked into the camp, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled over him, casting a long shadow.

He looked up at the sky; the ear-piercing screeches of the Demon Eagles, which had previously circled everywhere, were now almost impossible to hear.

Thanks to the efforts of multiple parties over these ten days, any Demon Beasts daring to show their heads on the Cang Plains had long been wiped out.

" It's Yun Bai coming back! " someone shouted.

The originally noisy camp suddenly fell silent for a moment, and countless gazes turned toward him in unison. Yun Bai could feel the curiosity and awe in those gazes.

" Heard he single-handedly wiped out a Demon Beast nest yesterday? "

" That's not all; the day before yesterday, he even saved a squad of Cultivators besieged by Demon Eagles... "

" Look at that Storage Pouch at his waist; it's said to contain dozens of Flying Swords... "

Whispers rose and fell, but Yun Bai acted as if he hadn't heard them. He walked straight toward the tent in the center of the camp, unfastened the Storage Pouch from his waist, and gently placed it on the counter.

The old man in the tent looked up, a glimmer of sharpness flashing in his murky eyes: " Yun Bai, what have you gained this time? "

Yun Bai said nothing, simply handing the Storage Pouch to the old man.

The old man opened the Storage Pouch. A massive Demon Eagle head rolled out, its sharp beak still stained with dark red blood. Following it were the second, the third... By the time the seventh head appeared, gasps were echoing one after another throughout the tent.

" This is... a White-Fronted Demon Eagle?" the old man's voice trembled slightly, " This is a Demon Beast equivalent to the Peak of the First Realm..."

" This is the White-Fronted Demon Eagle from that nest in the Western Mountains!"

" He even killed the White-Fronted Devils!"

A squad nearby exclaimed.

They had once encountered this group of Demon Beasts in the Western Mountains.

Seven White-Fronted Demon Eagles had coordinated to vaguely form a Formation; the combined attack techniques they had developed through multiple hunts were impossible for ordinary flying ships to dodge in time. Their squad had suffered heavy losses in that very skirmish.

Yun Bai nodded.

The old man then took out over a hundred Demon Cores, which were flickering with an eerie light, from Yun Bai's Storage Pouch. As soon as these Demon Cores appeared, the temperature in the entire tent seemed to drop by several degrees.

" Let this old man count them up." The old man looked at Yun Bai with admiration.

Yun Bai said: " Thank you, Elder Zhang."

" Yun Bai!" A medium-built man with a scar on his face walked excitedly toward Yun Bai, " You're truly amazing; I'm impressed! You even wiped out that nest of White-Fronted Devils in the Western Mountains."

" That's right, Brother Yun. That day I requested reinforcements from above, and they replied that they would send someone specialized. I originally thought it would be Elder Zhou or the Grade-A Three squad. But I never imagined it would be you who eliminated this major threat!" Another young man crowded around and said with a grin.

" Just a while ago, you single-handedly wiped out a nest of Ghost Quails in the north, and today you've taken out the White-Fronted Devils on the Western Mountains. You've been here for less than half a month! Brother Yun, not to mention the merit, you've certainly earned a huge fortune in Spirit Stones!" The scarred man sounded envious.

There was not a shred of jealousy in his heart. He knew that Yun Bai made his living based on genuine skill. Just the night before last, when the squad he led was in dire straits, Yun Bai had suddenly descended from the sky to help them escape. It was precisely because of Yun Bai's help that not a single brother in his squad had been injured.

Yun Bai was also in a very good mood. He smiled and responded to everyone who had gathered around to show concern and offer congratulations.

The scarred man who had just spoken was named Cheng Jun, and the younger man was named Tang Zhenrui; both were members of the " Grade-B 275" squad within the State Religion's Xinyue Hall. Cheng Jun was the squad leader. Yun Bai had once saved their squad, which was why they were so enthusiastic.

Moreover, a young Genius like Yun Bai, who lacked the arrogance of a large Family and was instead approachable and willing to help, naturally earned the admiration of everyone.

All the various Xinyue Hall squads were naturally happy to befriend Yun Bai.

Who didn't know it by now? This Cultivator Yun Bai was the favorite of the Elder!

At this moment, the old man surnamed Li had finished counting, asked for Yun Bai's identity token, and swiped it against another token.

" Alright, take it." The old man grinned, revealing his incomplete, dark yellow teeth.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with everyone, Yun Bai found a quiet spot and sat down in meditation.

During the ten days on the Cang Plains, it wasn't just the Spirit Stones that he had earned in abundance as Cheng Jun described; Yun Bai's Flying Sword technique had also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Yun Bai was now very proficient in the application of combining Lightning Techniques with Flying Swords. By combining Yun Bai's combat experience with Xiao Liu's computational simulations, and through repeated verification and calibration, Yun Bai's understanding of " Flying Sword Lightning Control" had reached a certain level.

According to the records of the State Religion's internal texts and the deductions of the Huaying Sword Manual, Yun Bai could now split his sword light into nine; with the nine swords flickering with lightning, their combined power was comparable to the Middle Stage of the Second Realm!

One must know that Yun Bai was currently only at the Late Stage of the First Realm, having just condensed his Golden Core.

Apart from the progress in the Huaying Sword Manual, what shocked Yun Bai the most was the " black hole-like Golden Core" inside his body!!

" The Golden Core becomes a black hole, the black hole acts as the Golden Core..."

Yun Bai had scoured the texts but could not find a similar case.

He could only find a few descriptions related to the Domain in sparse fragments—the more a Golden Core resonates with the myriad things of the Universe, the more capable it is of manifesting a Domain with special effects.

But who could have imagined that this so-called resonance would be exactly the same as a black hole?

Furthermore, within his body, not only was there that black hole in his Dantian acting as an entrance to inhale and exhale everything, but there also existed that White Hole in his Sea of Consciousness that released terrifying pressure.

Everything connected from beginning to end, quite self-consistent.

This shocking structure, when reflected in Yun Bai's combat, meant that he possessed deep spiritual power comparable to a Second Realm Cultivator.

Coupled with his Divine Sense, which had already broken through to the Second Realm, his solo combat prowess on the Cang Plains could be said to be unmatched.

The power of his Cultivation Technique, spiritual power, and Divine Sense, all integrated into one, allowed him to make a name for himself in just ten days.

Yun Bai finally understood why the State Religion would recommend him to study at the State Religion Academy in the Holy City.

How could a golden dragon be a creature of a mere pond?

Indeed, this small world of Chu Prefecture was already a cage constraining him.

Thinking of this, Yun Bai's heart could not help but be filled with anticipation.

The Holy City, a place as famous as the Capital, where the faith of the State Religion converged.

How many opportunities would he gain there, and would he be able to find a way to the Heavenly Realm?

The mission for which he came to this world, he dared not forget for a single moment!