A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

The Seventh Prince watched all this calmly from the side, a look of helplessness in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this..."

They haven't yet established themselves at the Royal Academy, and if anything happens, they'll only be bullied by the senior students, and their instructors won't help them.

They are now the truly vulnerable group, suffering endless scorn and humiliation.

Feng Jiutian took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and pushed the Seventh Prince to stride towards the pavilion.

Suppressing her anger, she didn't leave until she entered the house, then slammed the door shut. "Are you just going to let them insult you like this?!"

The Seventh Prince said helplessly, "Don't be angry, calm down. What they said isn't wrong..."

Looking at the Seventh Prince who seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, Feng Jiutian recalled the scene of their first meeting.

It was the same man, being bullied by his servant.

Although she didn't know how proud this man had been or what he had been through, she always felt in her heart that he shouldn't be like this.

Where's the knife I gave you?

Feng Jiutian asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, a hint of nostalgia flashed across the Seventh Prince's eyes.

"I've kept the knife the young lady gave me." The Seventh Prince carefully took the knife out of his sleeve. The exquisite knife was very clean, clearly having been carefully protected by its owner.

Feng Jiutian looked at him with a complicated expression.

Her knife had always been used to kill, never before had it been so carefully protected.

Feng Jiutian sighed, his anger gradually subsiding. He looked at the Seventh Prince with a hint of disappointment: "The knife I gave you is for you to use to kill, not for you to admire."

Feng Jiutian paused for a moment, then said, "Remember, you are the Seventh Prince. They are just so-called nobles. They should address you as Prince. You are of higher status than them, and they should not be allowed to humiliate you like this."

Feng Jiutian's voice wasn't loud, but it was very authoritative.

The seventh prince was stunned for a moment, a ripple passing through his eyes.

Feng Jiutian watched as he slowly and solemnly removed the black cloth that had never been lifted from his face.

Before my eyes was skin that had been visibly burned by a fire, with scars winding across half of my face, which was quite frightening.

Feng Jiutian was slightly stunned. The voice in his ear seemed to come from beyond the heavens, indifferent and calm.

"Looking like this, do you think I still have the right to be called a 'qualified'?"

Feng Jiutian looked at the Seventh Prince in silence.

"Jiutian, it's not too late for you to regret it now."

The Seventh Prince's voice was extremely gentle, almost like a soft murmur, as if he were coaxing Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian then realized that although the person in front of her claimed to be her fiancé, he had never called her by name, but had always addressed her as a distant girl.

Now that he had actually called it, Feng Jiutian felt a little strange.

Feng Jiutian smiled, arrogant and proud: "You have experienced things that others have not, yet you do not know that physical appearance is merely an external factor."

Feng Jiutian looked at the Seventh Prince intently.

"I don't care about your appearance, I only care about whether you can stand up."

Both were intelligent people, and when they stood up, they spoke those three words solemnly and earnestly.

The seventh prince was stunned.

He hadn't expected Feng Jiutian to react this way.

He thought she would be scared and silent, but he didn't expect her to tell him so firmly that physical appearance was not important and that inner qualities were the key.

How many women these days don't care about their appearance?

The Seventh Prince chuckled softly: "Alright."

Feng Jiutian sighed, her expression softening. She stepped forward, picked up the black cloth that the Seventh Prince had casually tossed aside, and gently wrapped it around him.

This gesture already qualifies as intimate.

The seventh prince paused, a hint of panic on his face.

Feng Jiutian tied the black cloth around his neck, and looking at his face now covered again, only a pair of deep and striking eyes were visible.

She couldn't explain her own thoughts; she only felt a surge of anger. The moment he lifted the black cloth, only rage remained.

I am angry because of what this man went through.

Feng Jiutian remained expressionless, seemingly sighing.

Feng Jiutian pushed open the door and left, unaware that the once deep eyes behind him had been tinged with a smile and a hint of wickedness.

……

After dinner, Feng Jiutian went to his room early and quietly began his cultivation.

However, the gains were minimal.

For some unknown reason, although she kept absorbing elements, her energy levels did not increase at all.

Not to mention the more advanced cultivation and enlightenment of the Contract Master.

"Old man," Feng Jiutian called softly.

From the moment she entered the academy, Xuanji Zi rarely spoke or made a sound, as if she was wary of something.

“Girl, cultivation can’t be rushed. Focus your attention on the library at the top and look for that incomplete book. It might bring some unexpected gains.” Xuanji Zi went straight to the point as soon as she appeared.

Although he rarely shows up, he still knows these things.

Naturally, they also witnessed the situation of the Seventh Prince and Feng Jiutian.

Although she knew the man's identity, Xuanji Zi did not intend to interfere.

Let everything take its natural course!

"Girl, there are too many experts inside, so I can't come out often, and I can't recklessly use my spiritual power. If you have any urgent matters, just enter the Void Spirit Cauldron and call me. I'll be hiding inside the cauldron these days. Otherwise, if I'm discovered, it will cause you trouble."

After giving his instructions, Xuanji Zi remained silent.

Even Xuanjizi can't easily come out, so how could there be someone in this world who can sense a soul?

Feng Jiutian secretly pondered this.

Feng Jiutian sat up straight and tentatively extended his spiritual power.

The mental energy had only covered two kilometers when it was forcefully repelled by a powerful spiritual force.

Feng Jiutian's face turned pale instantly, the backlash from her spiritual power causing her blood and qi to churn.

She never expected that even at such a late hour, there would still be such a powerful mental force covering her, leaving her no chance to resist and being bounced back.

For the first time, Feng Jiutian realized how weak she was.

There's not even a chance to put up a fight.

Feng Jiutian closed her eyes and quietly regulated her body, slowly calming and regulating her turbulent blood and qi.

……

Early in the morning, Feng Jiutian left the pavilion.

Outside the training ground, a little girl squatted there, quietly watching a few scattered people practicing martial arts.

Feng Jiutian practiced his physical strength for a while. Some people in the training ground had already left, leaving only the little girl and Feng Jiutian.

The little girl looked at Feng Jiutian curiously: "Sister, are you a martial artist?"

Feng Jiutian's intuition told him that this little girl was definitely not simple.

Feng Jiutian pursed his lips slightly: "Yes."

The cool, clear voice made the little girl's interest even stronger.

"There are so few female martial artists. Can you teach me boxing, sister?"