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

"can."

The little girl giggled and jumped onto the training ground. She ran to Feng Jiutian's side and looked at him expectantly.

Feng Jiutian struck a pose, pulled the little girl into his arms, and began to teach her each move.

The little girl was very intelligent, and a long time passed by unknowingly as she was being taught and learned.

The Seventh Prince waited quietly outside the arena, his eyes calm, a hint of coldness flashing in them.

"Sister, let's call it a day." The little girl smiled sweetly, glancing subtly at the Seventh Prince. "Sister's husband is very handsome."

Feng Jiutian paused for a moment: "It seems you know me very well."

The little girl pointed in one direction, which was surrounded by trees and looked very quiet.

"Of course, I also know that my sister is looking for the library. It's over there, but getting in won't be easy."

The little girl's smile was sweet, but it made Feng Jiutian's expression become increasingly dangerous.

The little girl seemed oblivious to Feng Jiutian's dangerous expression, and said with a light laugh, "This is my reward. We'll meet again."

After saying that, Feng Jiutian felt a gust of wind pass by, and the little girl disappeared without a trace.

Feng Jiutian frowned slightly, his eyes filled with deep meaning.

She knew the little girl was extraordinary, but she never expected her to be so powerful.

Her martial arts skills are not good; she must be a mage, and a high-level one at that.

Otherwise, such actions would be completely impossible for those of lower rank.

Will we ever meet again...?

She looked forward to it.

Although we don't know how the little girl knew that she was looking for the library, it doesn't matter, these mysteries will eventually be solved.

And that powerful divine sense last night...

Feng Jiutian had a vague feeling that the powerful being with divine consciousness was probably the little girl.

But then again, it seemed unlikely.

After all, the growth of spiritual power is extremely difficult. Such a powerful spiritual consciousness requires even more abundant spiritual power to support it, and the little girl is too young.

"Let's go," the Seventh Prince said slowly, interrupting Feng Jiutian's thoughts.

Feng Jiutian smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

It seemed that something was quietly changing between them.

However, this is a good sign.

A day passed quietly, and night soon arrived, enveloping the entire academy.

Feng Jiutian stared quietly at the ceiling, a restless feeling stirring within him.

That library...

Feng Jiutian's eyes flashed with anger. He pulled out a night-clothes from the illusory space, tucked a dagger into his belt, and disappeared into the pavilion.

In another room, the Seventh Prince paused, shaking his head with a hint of helplessness.

……

Before the green forest, Feng Jiutian looked up and surveyed the scene.

Even before getting close, a powerful pressure swept over them.

Feng Jiutian had just taken a step forward when he heard a loud shout.

"who!"

Feng Jiutian abruptly stopped, bowed slightly, clasped his hands, and said, "I am Feng Jiutian. I heard that there is a library here, so I came here specifically to check it out. I didn't expect to bother you."

Feng Jiutian's face was extremely pale, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

That shout just now, though simple, carried a hint of oppressive power.

The newcomer was incredibly powerful; he injured her severely with just one shout.

Feng Jiutian took a step back, standing there with a deep gaze.

An old man appeared out of nowhere, staring at Feng Jiutian with a dangerous look: "As a student of the Royal Academy, you should know the rules."

"I am a new student and was unaware of your presence. I have not meant to disturb you."

Feng Jiutian bit her lip tightly to make her voice clear.

Her internal blood and qi were churning and surging, impacting her meridians.

A surge of spiritual energy slowly entered her body, soothing her and improving her complexion.

The old man's face darkened as he caught a familiar scent and forcefully entered Feng Jiutian's body with his divine sense.

The familiar demonic aura made his eyes fill with murderous intent.

This is demonic energy. Feng Jiutian is still a human, and can only be a demon cultivator who takes an unorthodox path.

As someone most despised by mages, he dared to trespass into the Royal Academy.

The old man secretly gathered spiritual energy in his hands.

Suddenly, as Feng Jiutian bowed slightly, the old man's gaze fell on the hair clip on her head.

"I wonder what your name is?"

The old man did not heed Feng Jiutian's words.

He merely stared intently at the hair clip on Feng Jiutian's head, a hint of doubt in his heart.

Given his level of cultivation, he was naturally able to discern the origin of the hairpin.

It turned out to be a male demon, and it was currently glaring at him, looking ready to attack at any moment.

Even if this woman is a demon cultivator, it's impossible for her to make a demon willingly submit. After all, every demon has its own pride, and they rarely submit to humans.

As a mage, only a highly skilled mage could forcefully suppress her with special magical artifacts, but the woman in front of him was too weak, and moreover, this monster actually had the will to protect her, so it was impossible for her to be suppressed.

The old man's feelings became complicated.

"Which class are you in? What's your purpose in coming here?"

The old man asked in a deep voice, his eyes scrutinizing Feng Jiutian.

She has a very clean and youthful appearance, extremely immature, and looks like she hasn't fully grown up yet, around fifteen or sixteen years old.

What methods did this young girl use to make a demon willingly follow and protect her?

The old man had experienced countless things in his life and had never seen anything like it before, so he couldn't help but feel curious.

"I am a freshman in the martial arts class. I had heard that the library had many rare books, so I acted rashly out of curiosity."

Feng Jiutian bowed slightly and spoke cautiously.

newborn?

The old man's mind raced, and he remembered the widely circulated news from a while ago.

The concubine of that useless seventh prince came with him for training because she's getting married. A newbie who hasn't cultivated yet?

The old man gave a mocking laugh.

It seems that rumors shouldn't be taken at face value.

"Don't come again. You can leave now."

Feng Jiutian pursed her lips, somewhat unwilling.

She searched for almost a month and finally found this place, but she couldn't get in.

Wouldn't all her efforts over the past month have been wasted?

"May I ask you how I can get in?"

Feng Jiutian spoke loudly, looking intently at the old man.

The old man was silent for a while: "Your current strength is too weak. If you can enter the class of advanced mages or martial artists, come to me again, and I will tell you the answer then."

Having said that, he vanished without a trace, just as he had come.

The woods in front of us returned to their tranquility, as if no one was there.

Feng Jiutian clenched his fists and turned to leave.

Her current abilities are not sufficient.

She'll improve her strength there, and one day she'll definitely be able to get in.

Her purpose in coming to the Royal Academy was the library, and she would never give up easily.

“That person is extremely powerful.” Xuanji Zi suddenly spoke up after they had walked quite a distance.