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

Feng Jiutian glanced at his "deskmate".

The grown man was rambling on and on, more gossipy than a woman, constantly fretting about why he wasn't on the list of mentors.

Feng Jiutian opened the book, automatically blocking out the sounds around her and ignoring them.

The time of cultivation always passes quickly.

When they came out again, it was already time for the elite selection competition.

On the training platform, the middle-aged man glanced around and said in a deep voice, "You should know that the elites selected in this selection competition will represent the Royal Academy in the competition among the four nations, and the rewards are generous..."

The familiar words made the students in the audience drowsy.

Feng Jiu arrived late, looking embarrassed, after the middle-aged man finished reading out the reward. She looked at Yun, who was waiting anxiously to the side, and said in a cold voice, "Don't look anymore, I'm here."

Yun looked at Feng Jiutian anxiously: "I thought you weren't coming. You scared me to death. Go and get ready."

Yun was genuinely worried that Feng Jiutian wouldn't come.

After all, Feng Jiutian doesn't seem like the type to give people face.

Feng Jiutian paused, her gaze falling on Yun's hands that were hooked around her shoulders.

Yun followed the gaze, instinctively jerked away, coughed lightly, and pretended nothing had happened.

Feng Jiutian flicked the hem of her robe and looked up at the fight that had already begun on the stage.

I only glanced at it a few times before losing interest.

These mundane fights were nothing compared to the exhilarating battles with the old man. These people couldn't even execute their moves properly; they could have used their strengths more effectively, but instead, they insisted on relying on brute force.

After several rounds, Feng Jiutian watched with little interest, looking drowsy.

Only when he heard the person on stage call his name did he lazily go up on stage, squinting at the person opposite him.

Across from me was a young girl from the same year's freshman class.

"My name is Wu Quan. Please have mercy," Wu Quan said nervously, his eyes filled with fear.

After all, she had heard of this person's reputation and had even had the privilege of witnessing her battle firsthand.

She was clearly an opponent she could never hope to face, yet this woman managed to knock her to the ground in just a few moves.

From then on, the name Feng Jiutian was imprinted in Wu Quan's heart.

Feng Jiutian glanced around casually, then waved his hand, signaling to begin.

Wu Quan immediately released her spiritual power, which was quite special as it was a combination of lightning and water.

A hint of inquiry flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes, and he seemed to be showing some interest.

Bolts of lightning struck down from the sky, creating large craters on the platform.

Feng Jiutian's footsteps were unpredictable. Just when lightning was about to strike her, it would dodge away in the next second, making it look extremely dangerous.

But to others, it looked like they were desperately trying to hide, a sign of being outmatched.

Immediately, there was much discussion.

Feng Jiutian's strength is not as good as before. Everyone else is improving when they are in seclusion, so why is this person regressing?

But Wu Quan was the only one who didn't think that way.

She looked at Feng Jiutian with a solemn expression, and from her angle, she could clearly see the playfulness in Feng Jiutian's eyes.

She could tell that Feng Jiutian didn't care about winning or losing, or even about the match itself.

The reason we've been able to fight this far is simply because we want to see her moves. After all, lightning-type attacks are rare, and this woman is probably encountering one for the first time.

Wu Quan pursed his lips in slight humiliation, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and a water ring suddenly attacked Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian curled his lips into a cold smile, and a figure disappeared from the spot. The next second, a huge bolt of heavenly lightning crashed down.

Wu Quan was the only one on stage.

Wu Quan stood there, his face deathly pale, his eyes tightly shut.

Her spiritual power has been depleted...

A cold dagger was pressed against her neck.

The unfamiliar touch made Wu Quan smile bitterly: "I lost."

Feng Jiutian sheathed the dagger; the clothes on his hands bore some burn marks.

After all, lightning is so powerful that it's impossible to completely avoid it.

After announcing her victory, Feng Jiutian gracefully stepped off the stage and went to the side to rest with her eyes closed.

A few people nearby were watching and whispering among themselves.

Compared to Feng Jiutian's amazing strength not long ago, although she won this time, she looked very disheveled and exhausted, which was completely out of character for Feng Jiutian, making everyone wonder.

Could going into seclusion really cause one's strength to regress?

Yun glanced sideways and shook her head.

Who said she was very tired from the competition? She was indeed tired, but it was from not getting enough sleep, not from the competition itself.

Except for the cuffs, her clothes were exceptionally clean and tidy. Throughout the entire match, she hardly used any moves, waiting for Wu Quan's ultimate technique to find her weakness.

How arrogant of him...

Isn't she afraid that Wu Quan's ultimate move is so powerful that he might defeat her in one fell swoop?

Yun didn't know what to say for a moment.

It's obvious that this person doesn't care about these competitions at all, otherwise they wouldn't be acting like this.

The competition continued like this for several days in a row, and the group of people couldn't help but become increasingly indignant.

They all came because of the rumored reputation of Feng Jiutian as a rising prodigy, only to find out that he was so ordinary. How could they not be disappointed?

Liu Ying had been watching from the shadows for several days, and a hint of disdain crept into her eyes.

The events of the past few days have once again confirmed her suspicions.

There's no genius involved; this woman is just a bit more capable and intimidating, which is why she's become the object of admiration for the new students.

You should know that truly capable people go out to gain experience; they don't stay in school and live a mediocre life.

Liu Ying stroked her whip, her smile filled with coldness and disdain.

The old man had been watching from the shadows, and upon seeing this scene, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"She didn't really use her full strength at all," Jiuyao said softly.

The strength that Feng Jiutian has shown so far is less than one-tenth of hers.

You should know that she actually defeated the old man, even though he deliberately let her win, it was still much better than this.

The old man shook his head, stroked his chin thoughtfully, and then concealed himself with Jiu Yao.

Before long, Liu Ying and Feng Jiutian were locked in a standoff.

Feng Jiutian looked at Liu Ying opposite him and frowned slightly.

Is this the senior who challenged her?

Liu Ying laughed as she looked at Feng Jiutian: "Little sister, I'm not like those freshmen who were easily fooled by you and made a name for themselves."

Liu Ying looked at Feng Jiutian with a cold smile, the whip in her hand moving with the wind.

"Dual cultivation?" Feng Jiutian raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes showing a hint of interest.

She could tell that Liu Ying's spiritual power was not weak either; only dual cultivation could reach this level.

Liu Ying's smile faltered for a moment: "Enough with the nonsense."

The whip in his hand whistled as it came down, aiming straight for Feng Jiutian's leg.