An Yan and Chen Jing stepped out of the bathroom with sweat pouring down their foreheads.
An Yan wiped the fine sweat from her brow and said to Bai Yan, "All set, you go to the bathroom quick, Xiao Wan is about to pass out!"
Having said that, she and Chen Jing sat on the sofa, both showing signs of exhaustion on their faces.
Bai Yan walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, passing through the mist until he saw An Xiaowan lying in the bathtub, her beautiful eyes closed, long lashes trembling slightly, and her gorgeous little face looking pitifully weak.
Such a fragile and serene An Xiaowan, so beautiful it evoked a sense of tender affection.
But An Xiaowan’s condition was very bad, she had already fallen into unconsciousness, and her body temperature was so high it was slowly evaporating the surrounding steam.
Fortunately, Bai Yan’s method was effective; the cold water was continuously lowering her body temperature, and as long as the Demon contract was signed, An Xiaowan would be out of danger.
With the situation urgent, Bai Yan wasted no time, morphing his identity, turning his eyes pitch black.
"...%*...%&p;!!;*(&a;mp;)%"
The ancient Abyss Demon Spell whispered from Bai Yan’s mouth.
(Don’t ask what the specific content of the spell is, the author doesn’t know either, just feel it as you will.)
This was the ancient Demon Language taught to Bai Yan by the System.
Although it was only a few simple bytes, the difficulty of casting it was immense!
As the syllables of the ancient Abyss Demon Language were cast, a red light burst from Bai Yan’s body and entered An Xiaowan’s forehead, the red glow enveloping her lovely face.
Bai Yan fixed his gaze tightly on An Xiaowan.
The kind of contract An Xiaowan was signing had a noticeable failure rate.
The success of this type of contract depended entirely on how fully open the signer’s heart was to Bai Yan.
If it did not meet the signing standard, failure was inevitable.
Bai Yan was very nervous, as the red glow gradually spread around An Xiaowan’s body, filling the bathroom with a faint red light.
All the red light surged into the Sea of Consciousness inside An Xiaowan’s brow.
As the red light flowed in, the painful expression on An Xiaowan’s face gradually eased, and her expression slowly became more peaceful and gentle.
Seeing this, Bai Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and felt an even stronger mystical connection with An Xiaowan’s soul.
This connection exuded from the soul level, intangible and indescribable.
Bai Yan’s heart stirred; he found that an additional perspective had appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.
This new perspective allowed him to look through An Xiaowan’s Sea of Consciousness and observe the conditions within her body.
When he saw the state of An Xiaowan’s body, he suddenly had a bold idea.
Bai Yan concentrated his spirit, drawing upon the Demon Aura to guide the toxins within An Xiaowan’s meridians.
With the control of Bai Yan’s Demon Aura, the toxins within An Xiaowan’s body were slowly being absorbed.
Seeing that the Demon Aura was having an effect, Bai Yan couldn’t help but relax.
The process of casting the ancient Abyss Demon Spell and helping An Xiaowan detoxify were both extremely draining, comparable to a bloody battle in the Abyss.
Finally relaxing slightly, Bai Yan’s face showed signs of fatigue.
Only after repeatedly consulting with the System to ensure that the contract’s effect would guarantee An Xiaowan’s safety did he shift his focus to his own Demon Breeding Farm.
Bai Yan had been so worried about An Xiaowan’s safety that he had thrown people like Brother Feng into the Altar without a second thought.
Bai Yan checked briefly, only to find Brother Feng and others looking dazed and barely alive.
Obviously, Brother Feng and the others had experienced a significant shock to their souls during the time they were thrown in there.
Of course, this was to be expected.
Ordinary people who venture into the Abyssal plane will, after even a short stay, be corroded by the demonic energy of the plane, rendering them imbecilic at best, or leading to direct death at worst.
Bai Yan’s heart stirred, and the altar began to operate.
One human corpse provided him with 20 points of demon energy, and these dozen or so corpses provided Bai Yan with 260 points of demon energy.
As for Chen Feng, an ordinary person, since he still displayed vital signs, he provided a greater amount of demon energy, around 50 points.
This time, Bai Yan harvested a total of 310 points of demon energy, not too much.
Bai Yan sighed lightly, slightly dissatisfied with the current outcome.
You should know, a live chicken can provide 0.5 points of demon energy, but the number of live chickens can be quantified. However, the conversion results of these twenty or so people were comparatively less ideal.
As such, the method of obtaining demon energy by killing people is not advisable.
Compared with the channel of living poultry, killing people is neither safe nor capable of accumulating demon energy in a quantifiable manner.
However, in terms of life force, non-ordinary people like Master Chen would certainly provide considerably more demon energy than an ordinary person.
Thinking of this, Bai Yan suddenly felt some regret.
Why had he let Master Chen go instead of keeping him?
But Bai Yan was also very clear.
When using Gang Qi with his human identity, his mind was more or less influenced by the Gang Qi.
To put it plainly, he was becoming more like a "righteous person".
It seems that he needs to find a way to deal with the side effects of Gang Qi.
Bai Yan contemplated in secret.
Having dealt with these matters, Bai Yan stepped out of the bathroom.
An Yan and Chen Jing were sitting together, whispering to each other, talking about something.
Bai Yan said to An Yan, "She’s been treated, Xiao Wan is not in any major trouble. She will be fine after resting at home for one night."
Upon hearing that An Xiaowan was alright, An Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but her pretty brows quickly furrowed again.
She still had an unresolved score to settle with Bai Yan.
Bai Yan was well aware of An Yan’s intentions. He quickly rubbed his temples, pretending to be very tired, "President An, please help Xiao Wan get dressed. I’m going to have a smoke and freshen up. I’m really exhausted."
Having said that, Bai Yan shook his head and sighed, then left the room.
An Yan glared at Bai Yan’s retreating figure, muttering quietly, "If it weren’t for Xiao Wan being okay, I wouldn’t let you have it so easy."
After her muttering, An Yan headed for the bathroom on her own.
Bai Yan realized that Li Feiwen and Jin Xuanxuan had both disappeared as he walked out of the room, along with the bodyguards from the An Family who were present earlier.
Even the bloodstains in the suite had vanished.
The bloodstained knife Bai Yan had dropped on the floor was also gone.
It was clear that someone had cleaned up the place.
If the bodyguards and everyone had disappeared, where would they have gone?
Those bodyguards were no pushovers, and if they had messed up with the people, that would be problematic.
Bai Yan took out a Zippo and lit up an exclusive cigarette given to him by An Yan, half-leaning into the room he asked, "Chen Jing, have you seen Li Feiwen and Jin Xuanxuan? Where did they go?"
Aside from coming out to smoke to ease his fatigue, Bai Yan was also prepared to take this opportunity to settle the score with Jin Xuanxuan and Li Feiwen.
Daring to lay a hand on his woman, death and torment were too simple consequences—how could that be enough!