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

Feng Jiutian nimbly jumped to the side, his brows slightly furrowed as he watched a small platform slowly rise from the ground.

Seeing a small wooden board nearby, Feng Jiutian flicked her finger, and it landed precisely on the edge of the platform without triggering any mechanism. Only then did Feng Jiutian slowly step forward.

Brushing away the thick layer of dust on the table, Feng Jiutian discovered a box on it.

The exterior is outlined with a mysterious totem by gilded patterns, emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes, reached out and opened the box, only to find a single sheet of white paper inside.

Blank paper?

Reaching out, Feng Jiutian stroked his smooth chin with his left hand, squinting as he examined the blank sheet of paper.

It's so well hidden; it's definitely not ordinary white paper!

However, no matter which side you look at, you can't see anything written on it.

Could this be a trap?

Having reached this conclusion, Feng Jiutian kicked the box open expressionlessly, crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her hand.

Looking down, he saw that the spot where he had been scratched by the silver needle had bled again from the force he had applied, quickly staining the white paper in his hand red.

Feng Jiutian frowned, and was about to throw it away when the paper in his hand suddenly burst into flames without warning.

Feng Jiutian quickly threw the paper on the ground, became vigilant, and swiftly pulled out the hairpin from the top of her head for self-defense.

"Cough cough cough, what kind of place is this? There's so much dust, it's choking me to death!"

After the white paper burned, a large cloud of ash rose from the spot. In the dim light of the night, it was impossible to see what had happened, but an old voice could be heard.

Feng Jiutian narrowed his cold eyes and slowly moved towards the door.

The target is not in sight, which is very disadvantageous to fight!

"Why are you running? I'm not going to eat you!"

Feng Jiutian was secretly alarmed, and a hint of killing intent rose in his eyes. He quickly looked at the room where the dust was gradually dissipating and saw a huge cauldron that had been standing in the room at some unknown time.

Above the cauldron, a semi-transparent old man with white hair and beard floated, leaning on a cane, with a kind face.

"you……"

Is this some kind of ghost sighting?

Impossible! There are no ghosts in this world!

Feng Jiutian was startled, then gripped the hairpin in her hand tightly.

Next second!

Before the old man in the cauldron could speak, Feng Jiutian took a half step back with his left foot, then threw his right hand forcefully, sending the hairpin straight toward the old man's heart.

It then passed straight through the old man's body and inserted itself into the wall behind him.

Feng Jiutian was taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening. He stomped his right foot on the floor, and the wood on the ground rose up with a thud. Then, he kicked the wood with his right foot, and it flew directly towards the old man.

The old man simply looked at Feng Jiutian quietly, smiled, and offered no resistance.

Feng Jiutian sensed something was wrong!

Sure enough, the log passed through the old man's body and landed on the ground behind him.

"Old man, who are you?"

Feng Jiutian suppressed his inner horror, looked coldly at the old man, and asked in a chilling voice.

There's no way to attack this person; if they're a friend, that's fine.

But if it's an enemy, then it's very troublesome.

Feng Jiutian had already prepared for the worst and was ready to break down the door at any moment.

"Hey, little brat, you summoned this old man, and then ask me who I am? What a joke."

The old man brandished his cane, seemingly very angry. "My name is Xuanji Zi, and I was sealed in this Void Spirit Cauldron. Your blood broke the formation that sealed me, allowing me to escape."