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

Feng Jiutian's heart tightened. Just as he was about to dodge, he was suddenly bound by the net-like vines and fell to the ground with a thud.

The old man dodged the attack with a few quick steps.

The old man retracted the vines and looked at Feng Jiutian with admiration: "Your strength is truly remarkable. If you cultivate further, you will surely achieve great things in the future. However, you must know that while the five-element techniques can make your opponent flustered, they also have a fatal weakness: they require extremely strong spiritual energy. Moreover, your attacks are too chaotic, lacking any focus or fixed point. This means that even when you have an advantageous situation, it distracts you, which is a major taboo in battle."

His words already constituted guidance.

Feng Jiutian listened carefully, secretly pondering the battle that had just taken place.

Indeed, she had been trying to disrupt the old man's movements because he was very powerful and she knew she had no chance of winning if she faced him head-on. So she tried to attack him from the side.

However, they were focused on the sneak attack and failed to anticipate the old man's next move.

"If you had focused on fire back then, and used other techniques as supplementary methods, attacking me with fire as your full force, you could have withstood far more attacks than you have now," the old man said meaningfully.

He had seen people from multiple factions try to win battles by relying on their talents, trying to be good at everything, but in the end they suffered a crushing defeat.

Their multiple systems are both an advantage and a disadvantage.

After saying this, the old man disappeared from the spot, leaving the disheveled Feng Jiutian alone, lost in thought.

Feng Jiutian coughed lightly, straightened up, and walked towards the pavilion.

Inside the house, she tended to her wounds, the old man's words echoing in her mind, the scene of the battle constantly replaying in her thoughts.

"The five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—each have their own element that it overcomes."

Feng Jiutian murmured, then suddenly his mind went blank and he thought of something. He quickly sat cross-legged and carefully circulated his spiritual energy.

The Seventh Prince stopped knocking, withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and pushed his wheelchair away from Feng Jiutian's door.

The days of cultivation were divided into day and night. When he opened his eyes, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

Feng Jiutian exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling refreshed all over.

This didn't bring about a change in his strength, but it did bring him a sudden realization, sweeping away the confusion he had felt during the previous battles.

After tidying up a bit, Feng Jiutian quietly continued his cultivation, waiting for night to fall.

The second encounter ended in another crushing defeat.

For several days in a row, Feng Jiutian continued to challenge the old man. Gradually, she began to enjoy it and made it an essential part of her daily routine.

A month has quietly passed.

Night quietly fell, and moonlight bathed the earth.

At this moment, in the bamboo forest, several small birds occasionally flew by, leaving behind a few chirps.

Slowly opening his eyes, Feng Jiutian realized it was already night. He calmly suppressed his aura, gently lowered his hands as he exhaled, and got up to go out.

The old man had arrived at the bamboo forest early, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on the empty depths of the bamboo forest opposite him, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

A gentle breeze from the distant bamboo forest caressed the old man's hair and beard. Upon closer inspection, one could see a subtle, almost imperceptible, upward curve at the corners of his mouth.

"finally come."

Before long, Feng Jiutian arrived at the bamboo forest, standing calmly in front of the old man.

"Very good, very punctual." The tone sounded satisfied, but there was still no expression on the old man's face.

He was also afraid that after this period of competition, she would give up because she was too discouraged.

Now it seems he was right about the person.

If she can pull through, her progress will be tremendous.

"Come on, I'm ready." Feng Jiutian seemed full of confidence, standing in place, simply uttering these words casually.

At the same time, the spiritual energy within Feng Jiutian's body was circulating rapidly, and the spiritual power in her hands was constantly gathering, as if she was preparing to start a battle at any moment.

On the other side, the old man remained motionless, showing no sign of preparing for battle. He stood quietly opposite Feng Jiutian, unmoved by Feng Jiutian's readiness to attack.

Seeing that the old man opposite her made no move and seemed to disregard her, Feng Jiutian thought to herself: You'll get what's coming to you, you old bastard.

Actually, the old man had been focusing all his attention on the flame of spiritual energy gathered in Feng Jiutian's hand.

To the old man's surprise, in just one night, the flames in Feng Jiutian's hands had become much stronger than they had been a few days ago. He was amazed by the speed of Feng Jiutian's progress.

Feeling a powerful surge of spiritual energy rushing towards him, the old man snapped out of his daze, quickly spread his arms, channeled his spiritual energy, and retreated backward.

Although Feng Jiutian had ultimately failed in the past few nights, he could feel that the duration of his battles with the old man was gradually increasing each night.

This shows that she is making continuous progress.

Feng Jiutian seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the old man's somewhat distracted response to the challenge tonight, feeling that the other party had underestimated him.

Actually, that's not the case. The old man could clearly feel that the spiritual energy attack that Feng Jiutian had just launched at him was much stronger than usual. However, at first, the old man hadn't recovered his senses and couldn't help but marvel at Feng Jiutian's progress.

Feng Jiutian continued her attack on the old man, channeling her spiritual power to conjure her own flames. In the blink of an eye, the flames roared from Feng Jiutian's hand and rushed toward the old man with fierce momentum.

Over the course of several days, Feng Jiutian's ability to control flames grew stronger and stronger. It seemed that he had grasped the mysteries of the five elements and knew how to rationally use his spiritual power to control the five elements, instead of using his spiritual power haphazardly as before.

Faced with the powerful onslaught of flames, the old man swiftly conjured a net wall woven from vines, blocking the flames from entering.

Feng Jiutian seemed to have anticipated the old man's move. He raised his other hand and added spiritual power to the flames. Instantly, the flames transformed into a giant fire dragon, roaring towards the net vines.

Looking at the fire dragon before him, the old man was filled with surprise. He hadn't expected that Feng Jiutian had already honed his flames into a form, and he couldn't help but think more highly of Feng Jiutian.

However, the old man was not to be outdone. He put away the net vines, stood calmly at a distance, and silently chanted a spell. The net vines transformed into a giant vine whip, which struck straight at the fire dragon.

Above the bamboo forest, the moonlight was still hazy. The vine whip was like a strict teacher, disciplining a disobedient student. The fire dragon twisted its body incessantly, trying to resist but forever under the vine whip.