I Can Extract Divine Power

Fang Tong’s eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked subconsciously, "Lord Shen, are we going to fight again?"

Following Lord Shen means five fights in three days.

This saying had recently been causing quite a stir in both the Observatory and the Jianghu.

The reason was simple: in the short time since Shen Bai had arrived at the Observatory, the series of major battles he’d fought were epic enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

Someone had once joked that wherever the Eight Extremes Young Master went, he was either in a fight or on his way to one.

Shen Bai was speechless. "What are you thinking? The world doesn’t have that many battles for you to fight. This is about something else. Just calmly accept your mission and do it."

Only then did Fang Tong realize he’d gotten carried away. He nodded hurriedly and said, "Lord Shen, please head to the five-story building first. I’ll explain the details to Lord Zheng immediately."

With that, Fang Tong walked straight past the people in line and headed for the very front.

Under normal circumstances, cutting in line at the registration office—even for a colleague—would earn you a taste of an iron fist.

But Fang Tong’s case was different. Even with experts from Divisions Jia and Yi lined up ahead, he brazenly cut his way to the front.

No one said a word. After all, it was an order from Lord Shen.

Shen Bai watched Fang Tong’s retreating figure, finding the sight somewhat amusing.

He didn’t linger, but led Amber and Red Makeup toward the five-story building.

...

After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Zheng Xing put his other duties on hold and arrived at the room in the five-story building.

Shen Bai was currently sipping tea served by Red Makeup, while Amber stood behind him, massaging his shoulders and letting him rest his head against her chest.

To any ordinary man, the scene would have looked absurdly decadent—the very life they dreamed of.

When Zheng Xing drew near, he lowered his gaze, avoiding the scene. He walked to the table, cupped his hands, and said, "Lord Shen, what important matter requires my presence?"

Simple and direct, with no beating around the bush.

Getting straight to the point on official business—that was the Observatory’s way.

Shen Bai handed him a sealed envelope. "The intelligence inside is top secret," he said. "Assign some personnel, make the arrangements, and have this letter delivered to the Observatory in the Capital City. Tell them the contents are of the utmost importance and require the personal attention of His Majesty, the Saint Martial Emperor."

Zheng Xing was taken aback, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

He didn’t know the letter’s contents, but he could tell from Shen Bai’s expression that it contained absolutely earth-shattering news.

As the Landlord of the registration office, Zheng Xing knew better than to ask questions. He simply acknowledged the order and left with the secret letter.

For something like delivering a letter, the Observatory naturally had its own specialized channels.

All that was needed was to dispatch a powerful expert to ensure a safe and uneventful delivery.

After Zheng Xing had gone, Shen Bai looked around the empty room and said to Amber, "Come on in."

With nothing else to do, Shen Bai planned to grind his Skill Level.

’I need to make the most of this time. First, I’ll grind the Void-breaking Cyan Eye to Level 4, then get the Divination Divine Power to Level 5.’

He had plenty of time now, with no Demonic Forces to cause trouble. For Shen Bai, it was more than enough.

Amber, who was still massaging his shoulders, nodded at his words. She transformed into a stream of light that flowed into Shen Bai’s body and vanished.

...

「Several days passed in the blink of an eye.」

During this period, Shen Bai remained within the Observatory, never once setting foot outside.

Meanwhile, a period of calm settled over the Jianghu.

The Demonic Forces had suffered devastating losses. Under the relentless suppression campaign led by the Nanxing Prefecture Observatory, even the local demonic factions were beginning to crumble.

The Nanxing Prefecture Observatory recovered from its decline, once again becoming the most powerful institution in the entire prefecture.

The Jianghu People were well aware that the Nanxing Prefecture Observatory’s rapid resurgence was all thanks to a single person—Shen Bai.

Shen Bai’s fame gradually spread throughout Nanxing Prefecture.

Many Jianghu People even pulled strings, hoping for a single audience with Shen Bai to curry favor with him.

Unfortunately for them, Shen Bai had not stepped out since his great accomplishments, leaving those who wished to get close to him without any opportunity.

Amid this atmosphere, the tales of Shen Bai’s exploits were not forgotten. In fact, they spread even farther and wider.

...

At that moment, a large group of Jianghu People was gathered in a secret forest.

They were all wounded to some degree.

Some were even gravely injured.

Each of their faces held the look of someone who had just survived a catastrophe, as if simply being alive was a miracle.

Their leader was a middle-aged man whose right arm was missing, his empty sleeve fluttering in the wind.

"Shen Bai and the Nanxing Prefecture Observatory... they’ve gone too far!"

The middle-aged man clenched his only remaining hand—his left—into a fist, his face twisted with a crazed expression.

His name was Zhao Xuan. He was from Xinhua Academy, a master of the Void Realm.

Not long ago, the Vice Dean had led eighty percent of Xinhua Academy’s elites to the Mysterious City with the intent to kill Shen Bai.

Very few Void Realm masters had been left behind, and only to guard against an attack from the rear.

They had thought it was a surefire plan.

But they never imagined that all three of the allied Demonic Forces would be wiped out.

Afterward, the Observatory launched a massive suppression campaign against them, forcing them to live like rats in the street, just barely clinging to life.