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

The shadowy figure bowed. "My lord, the shadow demon sent to the Royal Academy has been annihilated."

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Advisor slightly raised his eyes, his gaze both cold and sinister.

"To be reduced to ashes?" the Grand Preceptor said, each word distinct and his voice light and laced with a chilling unease.

The shadowy figure kept his head down, not daring to utter a single word.

He knew adults would get angry, but he never expected them to be this angry.

"Haven't you been disciplined for too long? Your strength has deteriorated to this extent that even a small royal academy can stop the Shadow Demon."

The Imperial Advisor said in a cold voice, picked up the tea on the table, and gently blew away the steam on his face, causing ripples to appear.

The dark figure's face suddenly turned pale, and he knelt down with a thud.

"No, sir! The moment the Shadow Demon disappeared, I sensed an extremely powerful demonic energy that made me tremble. It must have been the owner of that demonic energy who destroyed the Shadow Demon." The shadowy figure said anxiously, his face growing paler and his body trembling slightly.

The Imperial Advisor narrowed his eyes, his expression extremely dangerous.

"Demon power? Can you see who it is?"

The shadowy figure shook his head: "There are too many mages at the Royal Academy. In order to avoid any mishaps, I only sent Shadow Demon. I will wait nearby."

The Imperial Advisor sipped his tea gently, his face calm yet cold.

Two figures flashed through his mind.

Feng Jiutian and that useless seventh prince.

There had been no accidents for the past hundred years, but an accident happened precisely because they went there.

And that woman... always gave him a bad feeling.

"Kill without mercy. No matter the cost."

"The Imperial Advisor said in a cold voice."

The shadowy figure asked no more questions, accepted the order, and left, his eyes filled with deep fear.

We absolutely cannot fail this time...

Otherwise, no one would dare to bear the wrath of an adult...

As soon as Feng Jiutian stepped out of the pavilion, he noticed that the atmosphere of the entire academy had changed a lot.

Guards were everywhere, lurking in the shadows, each one incredibly powerful. The mentor was constantly on the move, instead of leisurely enjoying life as usual.

Moreover, the atmosphere throughout the academy seemed tense, and it was clear that security was tight.

This was the first time Feng Jiutian had witnessed the strength of the Royal Academy. Looking at the powerful guards everywhere, each of whom could easily defeat many experts, he couldn't help but secretly admire them.

This is a guard, not a mentor.

If that's the case, then this academy is truly a mixed bag, no wonder it can still maintain its leading position among so many academies.

"It seems they haven't found the source of that demonic power," Xuanji Zi said calmly, her eyes filled with deep thought, unseen by Feng Jiutian.

He hadn't expected Mo Shaoxie to be so powerful; just one move from him had alarmed all the experts at the Royal Academy.

However, Mo Shaoxie would never harm Feng Jiutian; he knew that in his heart.

But now, what he's more worried about is that dark figure.

That dark figure was also a demon, but it didn't seem to be under Mo Shaoxie's control.

And it was a powerful demon...

"Now that the Royal Academy is on high alert, your safety is definitely guaranteed. You should focus on improving your alchemy skills and increasing your spiritual power. Reach the intermediate alchemist level as soon as possible, and leave the rest to them."

Xuanji Zi said in a deep voice.

Feng Jiutian nodded, stopped in her tracks and resolutely returned to the pavilion.

The news must have already spread. If he goes out now, he will only be surrounded by people asking him questions. It would be more comfortable for him to stay in his room and cultivate.

The Seventh Prince upstairs was amused by Feng Jiutian's behavior and chuckled as he closed the window.

Seeing the heightened security at the school, the students outside began to realize that something was amiss.

This demon's strength is so great that even the academy is wary of it; it must be incredibly powerful.

The students immediately erupted in excitement.

Feng Jiutian was completely unaware of the commotion outside, and instead focused intently on refining his elixirs in his room.

The more pills she refined, the more clearly she felt her spiritual power rising, albeit extremely slowly, but it was still perceptible.

Unfortunately, the spiritual energy remained stagnant, and the progress was extremely slow.

Night quietly descended.

Feng Jiutian put away the alchemy furnace, paused for a moment, and then sipped his tea.

She had a vague feeling that the dark figure was coming for him, and hadn't just randomly chosen a place.

After all, this pavilion was quite secluded, and the Seventh Prince was not far away, with people downstairs taking care of their daily needs. Why did that dark figure specifically enter his room?

It's obvious that he did it on purpose.

Since they wanted to kill her, and failed last night, they were bound to try again tonight.

Sure enough, around the fourth watch, they faintly sensed a familiar presence rushing rapidly toward Feng Jiutian's room.

Feng Jiutian withdrew his spiritual power and calmly drank his tea.

After all, the powerful auras below weren't just for show.

As soon as the visitor entered Feng Jiutian's room and climbed in through the window, he saw Feng Jiutian calmly watching him.

The shadowy figure froze, blinked, and found Feng Jiutian's composure somewhat strange.

However, this did not affect him at all.

Dark mist swirled around his right hand. Just as the shadowy figure was about to strike, his body was suddenly pierced through by a burst of water vapor.

The dark figure suddenly collapsed to the side, clutching his chest and frowning as he looked at the man blocking Feng Jiutian's path.

Yun Wei glanced at Feng Jiutian, and only felt relieved to see that Feng Jiutian was not injured.

"Who are you! Why are you trespassing on my Royal Academy!" Yun shouted sharply, his eyes fixed on the dark figure, his hands wrapped around the water column.

The dark figure coughed lightly, and the mist in its hand transformed into a giant skull, roaring as it attacked Yun.

Suddenly, a torrent of water appeared in the house, roaring and crashing against the skeleton, determined to drown the overconfident creature.

The entire room trembled as the two massive spiritual energies collided.

The shadowy figure and the cloud both retreated several steps, glaring angrily at each other.

It turned out to be an evenly matched contest.

This was the first time Feng Jiutian had ever witnessed two masters dueling.

At the same time, she was also secretly shocked by the enormous spiritual power she had just witnessed.

Streams of water shot up from the ground, rising rapidly and piercing holes in the ceiling.

The shadowy figure dodged left and right, trying to avoid the water column, but suddenly a vine entangled its feet, and it was hit by the shooting water column. It screamed and disappeared.

Seeing this, Yun breathed a slight sigh of relief, withdrew his spiritual power, and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly as he looked at the room that was completely unrecognizable.

"Well, why don't you just stay at my place for now, and I'll fix it for you in a couple of days?"