Abyss Dominator System

In the villa's second floor, Bai Yan's room.

"Wuwei, take a seat."

Bai Yan pointed at the sofa in front, smiling as he spoke.

"With Master Bai present, how dare this disciple sit."

Chen Wuwei's expression was respectful; he was only in his forties in reality.

However, because of cultivating the Yin Yang Fish, although Chen Wuwei's life force was vigorous, his white hair and beard made him appear like an elderly man.

"Don't be so formal; sit down if I tell you to sit."

Bai Yan spoke with a smiling gaze.

Chen Wuwei sat down, but didn't allow himself to get too comfortable, only perching on the edge.

He wasn't a rigid person by nature but he stuck to his principles. Since he recognized Bai Yan as his master, his stubbornness couldn't be swayed by nine bulls.

In front of Bai Yan, Chen Wuwei consciously placed himself in the pupil's position.

"The Dragon Vein Technique I gave you last time seems to be cultivated quite well, eh? You made it into the top thirty-two."

Bai Yan chuckled, brewed a pot of clear tea, and handed it to Chen Wuwei.

"The Dragon Vein Technique was a gift from Master Bai; this disciple has put in diligent effort to cultivate it to the utmost and must not disgrace Master Bai."

Chen Wuwei said hurriedly, as if overwhelmed by the honor.

In the dragon pillar competition at the Longteng Conference, Chen Wuwei's pillars reached over forty meters at the highest and over thirty meters at the lowest, showcasing exceptional talent.

"Good, not bad at all! Extend your hand to me."

Bai Yan stated indifferently.

Chen Wuwei complied, extending his hand and placing it against Bai Yan's right hand.

The loyal soul within Bai Yan surged, activating the Loyal Soul Inheritance within Chen Wuwei; instantly, both felt hot blood flowing and roaring within their veins.

"Eh? Not bad at all!"

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise.

This Loyal Soul Inheritance within Chen Wuwei was not a bit weaker than that of Sima Moyi, in fact, even stronger!

"With this talent, you are absolutely cut out to be a Dragon-treading warrior!"

Bai Yan praised, then retracted his palm.

"Master Bai is too generous with praise. Blood Dragon Ancestor had also tested my talent before, but with Master Bai present, how dare this disciple vie for Master Bai's glory."

Chen Wuwei bowed his head and spoke with utmost respect.

If Chen Wuwei's talent for the Loyal Soul Inheritance had been discovered earlier, he might have already become a Dragon-treading figure; there wouldn't have been a story about Bai Yan and Sima Moyi.

But now with Bai Yan and Sima Moyi ahead, one his master and the other holding the Dragon Vein Divine Map and the Beijing Dragon Vein; he couldn't compare to either of them. Thus, Chen Wuwei had no chance for that supreme position at this Longteng Conference.

He had come to terms with it; after all, the Dragon Vein Technique had been given to him by Bai Yan, so not vying for that position was his duty.

As Chen Wuwei contemplated, Bai Yan spoke: "I've called you today because I have a matter to discuss with you."

"Just command me, Master Bai; your disciple will do it with all his might!"

Chen Wuwei gave a big smile.

"No trouble, just sign this thing first."

Bai Yan gestured, Abyssal black mists billowed, intertwining and coalescing into a contract that appeared on the desk.

Black background with white script, each distorted and unfamiliar character seemed like tiny tadpoles floating on the page, emitting a mysterious yet elegant aura; a quill pen also materialized, resting beside the Demon's contract.

Based on appearances alone, this Demon's contract was indeed quite intimidating, and obviously an artifact of evil.

"This is a contract, its function... well, we're all on the same side, so I won't hide it from you. Once signed, you'll have to obey me for life, but there are plenty of benefits as well."

Bai Yan couldn't be bothered to dress it up; he presented the essence of the contract directly.

Taking a sip from the teacup, Bai Yan looked at Chen Wuwei with a complacent smile.

It didn't matter whether Chen Wuwei signed it or not; if he refused, Bai Yan would simply find another candidate. Among the top thirty-two, there would surely be one he could influence.

"Even if Master Bai doesn't give me this contract, this disciple would still follow Master Bai's command. One day a master, a lifetime a father; how could this disciple dare to refuse a gift from his elder! I will sign!"

Chen Wuwei took a deep breath, grabbed the quill, and briskly wrote his name on the contract.

Chen Wuwei was firm in his belief that Bai Yan would not harm him; otherwise, he would not have bestowed such a precious Dragon Vein Technique upon him.

"Snap~ Pfft~ Pfft~!"

The Demon's contract floated up, Divine Radiance dispersed, black aura swirling around, then suddenly exploded and transformed into threads of black mist that entered Bai Yan's forehead.

The contract was signed successfully!

"Come here, I have a task for you..."

Bai Yan laughed heartily and beckoned.

Chen Wuwei leaned in closely, intently listening to Bai Yan's commands, growing increasingly alarmed as he did so.

"Master Bai, you... really want me to do this?"

Chen Wuwei looked at Bai Yan with some shock.

No other reason, just that what Bai Yan was telling him to do seemed somewhat mad and unexpected.

"Enough talk; just do as I say."

Bai Yan laughed and scolded before continuing to remind Chen Wuwei of several matters that needed attention.

Chen Wuwei and Bai Yan discussed at length in the room until the late night, when Chen Wuwei left Yan Qing's villa with a face full of shock and helplessness.

The next morning, the much-anticipated top thirty-two competition officially commenced.

On this day, as Bai Yan and Yan Qing arrived in the Illusion Realm, the place was already filled with Abnormals.

The venue for the Dragon Ascension Tournament was packed with people, significantly more than the previous few days.

Most of them were spectators, and many were even from outside Beijing, coming from thousands of miles away to watch the tournament.

The number of Abnormals present far exceeded previous Dragon Ascension Tournaments, such a grand event due to everyone's anticipation of the collision between Sima Moyi and Bai Yan in the top thirty-two.

The topic of these two Heavenly Prides had been unending these days.

The rules for the top thirty-two competition were very simple, unlike the preliminary round. Today, the competition venue only had one large platform in the center, with thirty-two cushions, one for each contestant.

The True Person, Master Blood Dragon, would personally call out a name, and then anyone from the audience could challenge them.

Losers are eliminated, winners advance.

The victorious party can choose to rest for the next round or continue to challenge others.

This is the last day of the competition, without any so-called semi-finals or finals, and no disordered rankings like runner-up or third place.

Within one day, the contestant with the strongest Talent would be directly selected from the top thirty-two!

The strongest would then undergo the Talent test for becoming a Dragon Ascension person and receive their reward.

Master Blood Dragon, Mr. An, and Sima Xuanxuan, three elders, were seated high at the front of the venue's largest platform.

Next to Sima Xuanxuan sat a young man, who was none other than Sima Moyi himself.

"Eh, where's that brat?"

Master Blood Dragon frowned and looked around.

He clearly saw Bai Yan enter the Illusion Realm with two women, but in the blink of an eye, they had disappeared!

Master Blood Dragon surveyed the entire venue and saw distinctly Bai Yan wearing a cunning smile, emerging from the betting pool amidst the crowd.

"That kid, he actually went to place bets!"

Master Blood Dragon cursed, not in a good mood.

"He must have placed a sure-win bet on himself, right?"

Mr. An said with a chuckle.

Today's betting pool for the top thirty-two had odds for each contestant, amounting to several hundreds of combinations in total, virtually covering every possible match-up, and there were even odds for consecutive victories to bet on.

Of course, the most popular was still the match-up between Bai Yan and Sima Moyi, with a significant difference in odds.

13 to 3, Bai Yan 13, Sima Moyi 3.

If Bai Yan bet one billion on himself, then beating Sima Moyi would allow Bai Yan to earn twelve billion out of thin air!

Mr. An speculated that, given Bai Yan's unwillingness to be at a disadvantage, he naturally went to bet on himself.

Under Master Blood Dragon's gesture, Bai Yan walked over with the two women and sat beside Master Blood Dragon, where only these few seats were elevated above the rest.

Among all the contestants, only Bai Yan and Sima Moyi were qualified to take a seat.

"You little scoundrel, you placed bets too?! I didn't see it coming that you liked gambling!"

Master Blood Dragon stared at Bai Yan, his tone quite unfriendly.

"Just playing around occasionally."

Bai Yan said with a laugh as he touched his nose.

"Playing around occasionally is fine, but I'm very curious, how much did you bet?"

Mr. An asked with a smile.

"Not much, just ten billion."

Bai Yan said with a smile.

"You little scoundrel, ten billion is also called playing around! You're that confident you can win, huh? Be careful your ten billion go down the drain!"

Master Blood Dragon was stunned, then suddenly roared.

Sima Xuanxuan was smiling faintly beside them, Mr. An was also smiling, and even the contestants around who heard Master Blood Dragon's words started whispering to each other.

Everyone assumed Bai Yan had bet on himself, that he was gambling on his own victory.

After all, the hottest bet now was on the match between Sima Moyi and Bai Yan.

Most people's bets were placed on this matchup, while other contestants' matchups attracted far fewer bets.

Even Yan Qing whispered in Bai Yan's ear, "Bai Yan, I also bet on you winning! But I don't have much saved up, so I could only place a bet of two million. You won't blame me, right?"

"No worries, after I win, I'll give you some pocket money."

Bai Yan responded cheerfully.

"Mm, okay~"

Yan Qing's smile blossomed like a flower, her eyes tender as water.

Nobody noticed the flicker of sharpness in Bai Yan's eyes.

They all think I bet on myself?

The hot bets, not interested, we play for the highest odds!