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

Feng Jiutian remained silent for a while before nodding faintly.

She agreed not because of Yun's words, but because of the Seventh Prince's resolute eyes.

She believed that the Seventh Prince would not harm her.

As soon as the thought crossed Feng Jiutian's mind, he clenched his fists in alarm.

When did she start to trust the Seventh Prince so much?

"Let's go quickly, or he'll start making a scene again if he gets impatient."

Yun gestured to someone nearby to take the Seventh Prince's wheelchair.

The fact that someone had taken over the wheelchair interrupted Feng Jiutian's thoughts, and she looked at the Seventh Prince with a deep gaze.

The seventh prince nodded and had the man push him back into the pavilion.

Feng Jiutian pursed her lips, turned around, and followed Yun into the distance.

Upon entering the house, an impatient voice was heard: "When is Feng Jiutian arriving? I need to see him!"

It was a very magnetic voice, but it was spoken in an unusually arrogant tone, which made it seem both funny and strange.

Feng Jiutian stepped inside: "What do you want with me?"

As soon as they entered, something suddenly flew towards them.

Feng Jiutian's eyes flashed with anger, and with a quick sidestep, he grabbed the object with both hands.

Looking at the vase in her hand, Feng Jiutian raised an eyebrow slightly, her expression not good as she looked at the man lying on the bed.

The man paused for a moment, then gave an awkward smile: "I didn't mean it. I thought it was one of those useless tutors."

Feng Jiutian's expression remained indifferent as she casually placed the vase on the table beside her and stepped forward to examine the man.

Her kick wasn't light; there was still a bright red footprint on the man's back.

The man followed Feng Jiutian's gaze to his back, and couldn't help but look aggrieved: "You really didn't hold back with that kick, my back still hurts."

“On the field, nothing is under control,” Feng Jiutian said coldly, not accepting the man’s accusations.

The man was speechless for a moment, then sat up in a huff.

Feng Jiutian then realized that the man in front of her was actually not that old; he had a very fair and delicate appearance and was not much older than her.

"You're the legendary dual cultivation genius?" Ji Qing sized up Feng Jiutian, then curled her lip. "You look so young."

Feng Jiutian's expression remained unchanged, but he didn't even reply.

“Hey, I’ve got my eye on you,” Ji Qing suddenly said.

Yun, who was behind Ji Qing, almost fell to the ground. She rushed up and held Ji Qing down, laughing it off: "He's just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart."

Yun looked at Feng Jiutian nervously, fearing that this little rascal might attack Ji Qing in a fit of anger, which would likely kill Ji Qing.

After all, Ji Qing didn't know Feng Jiutian's strength, but he did.

Feng Jiutian's eyes remained calm as she slightly parted her lips and said, "You've taken a liking to me? Are you attracted by the strength of my blows, or do you find it pleasant to be hit?"

Feng Jiutian said without any politeness, his face full of disdain.

"I don't know what your purpose is, but you'd better not mess with me, or you won't just get kicked like this today."

After saying that, Feng Jiutian turned and left without hesitation, completely disregarding the expression on the face of the little Yama behind him.

Ji Qing stared at Feng Jiutian's retreating figure with a grim expression, while Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you crazy? If you don't want to live, just say so, and I'll take action." Yun said fiercely, casually sitting to the side and applying medicine to Ji Qing with an annoyed expression.

Ji Qing's eyes were filled with a desire to conquer: "I'm not crazy, I'm serious."

After all, this was the first time he had met such an interesting person in such a large academy.

"Isn't it good that I caught up with a dual-cultivation genius and kept him in school? Then you won't have to keep saying that I'm good for nothing."

Ji Qing raised an eyebrow slightly and said casually.

Yun sighed: "She's not someone you can mess with."

Although they hadn't had much contact, Yun knew that Feng Jiutian was definitely not a simple person.

The Shadow Demon incident a while ago, although it ultimately came to nothing, was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Moreover, Feng Jiutian gave Yun a faint sense of danger.

You should know that there are very few people who can make Yun feel dangerous.

Yun looked at Ji Qing, whose face was full of determination, and didn't say anything more.

It's good to let Ji Qing suffer a little, so he won't continue to be such a spoiled brat.

For a moment, the room fell silent, and no one said anything.

On the other side, Feng Jiutian came out of the house, and it was already quite dark.

After dinner, Feng Jiutian locked himself in his room and focused on cultivation.

Now that she has reached the peak of the Grandmaster level, this is another critical point. Just like last time, even though her spiritual power is almost saturated, she is unable to advance successfully.

It still depends on the opportunity.

Feng Jiutian opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and looked helplessly at the abundant spiritual power in his dantian, feeling somewhat irritated.

The competitions during this period were too time-consuming, leaving him with very little time to cultivate, which was not a good thing for Feng Jiutian.

It seems we should act quickly.

Feng Jiutian decisively stopped cultivating, lay on the bed, emptied his mind, and waited quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jiutian opened her eyes; it was already broad daylight outside.

After tidying up, they headed straight to the competition venue.

It was still early, and there were only a few scattered people here, some cultivating and some talking, making it quite deserted.

Feng Jiutian casually found a spot, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the competition to begin.

Soon, Feng Jiutian felt a seat placed beside him, and a magnetic voice, tinged with a hint of cheerfulness, rang out: "You really are here."

Feng Jiutian opened his eyes and saw Ji Qing looking at him with a proud expression, which made him frown tightly.

"What is it?" Feng Jiutian coughed lightly and asked in a cold voice.

Ji Qing pouted and said, "Why are you so cold? Of course I came here to see you. I heard you have a competition today, so I came to cheer you on. How about that? Pretty thoughtful of me, right?"

"No need."

Feng Jiutian remained completely unmoved, coldly finished speaking, and then didn't look at Ji Qing again.

Ji Qing was speechless for a moment, then smiled again: "It's okay, just pretend I don't exist. I'm just here to cheer you on."

After all, he had some understanding of Feng Jiutian's temperament, and he didn't feel impatient with Feng Jiutian's attitude.

Feng Jiutian frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

In her eyes, Ji Qing was like a fly, constantly talking, which made her somewhat impatient.

“If you say another word, I won’t hesitate to sew your mouth shut.”

Feng Jiutian suppressed his anger, looked at Ji Qing seriously, and said, word by word.

Ji Qing paused for a moment, looked at Feng Jiutian with a somewhat aggrieved expression, pouted, and stopped talking.

Later, people who continued to arrive all looked at the scene with suspicion.

"Everyone should be here by now." The middle-aged man stood on the stage, scanning his surroundings. When he saw Ji Qing and Feng Jiutian, his gaze paused.