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

For fifteen days in a row, Feng Jiutian spent his time, apart from eating and sleeping, clashing sword techniques with the sword spirit. From the initial broken sword technique to the final sword technique that could match the sword spirit, Xuanji Zi, who was floating to the side, watched it all.

What incredible perseverance!

Xuanji Zi was naturally unaware that Feng Jiutian had undergone a ten-year journey of self-cultivation during the ten days she was unconscious during the fourth level of the trial. In his eyes, Feng Jiutian was not even seventeen years old, yet she possessed such a temperament, which was naturally extremely terrifying. He had truly encountered a rough gem.

Mo Shaoxie on the tenth floor also looked at Feng Jiutian with some surprise. In the past fifteen days, Feng Jiutian had been constantly being knocked away.

In the end, he even felt a little heartbroken, since he originally intended to give the ninth-level divine weapon to Feng Jiutian as a gift.

Several times he couldn't resist the urge to make the sword spirit submit, but he ultimately held back.

After all, Feng Jiutian was still persisting in trying, and he had to respect her choice. She truly was the woman he had chosen. Mo Shaoxie told himself this.

However, Feng Jiutian felt a sense of confusion at this moment.

why?

Even though my sword aura is already comparable to that of the sword spirit, why am I still unable to defeat it?

When Feng Jiutian imitated the sword spirit again, he confirmed that he could now completely imitate the sword spirit's sword aura.

Wait a minute. Imitation?

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian seemed to understand why he had been unable to break through the sword spirit's sword aura with his own sword aura.

Because the original can never defeat the original. Even if she imitates the exact same sword stance, it can only be a 50/50 match, with no clear winner.

Thinking about this, Feng Jiutian realized that in order to gain the sword spirit's approval, he had to use his own unique sword aura.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian sheathed his longsword and took out his small dagger again.

When Feng Jiutian picks up a longsword, her sword aura is as sharp as the sword spirit itself, but when she holds a dagger, her sword aura reveals a penetrating quality.

It seems that Feng Jiutian herself is a dagger.

When Feng Jiutian adjusted his sword stance, he charged down from the sword spirit.

The sword spirit still unleashed its fierce sword strikes, but the sword strikes that were once invincible were now pierced right through.

This time, it was the Blade Spirit who was knocked back several meters.

She succeeded! Feng Jiutian was incredibly excited. Then she saw the sword spirit appear before her, transforming into a slender sword.

Two characters were engraved on the sword: Fine Snow!

Feng Jiutian stretched out her hand, and Xi Xue was nimbly grasped by her. Suddenly, a surge of spiritual energy, guided by Xi Xue, erupted from Feng Jiutian's body.

For the past fifteen days, Feng Jiutian has been suppressing his strength and honing his swordsmanship with Xixue, so his spiritual power has become increasingly abundant.

At that moment, the spiritual power released after grasping the fine snow surged out instantly.

In that instant, Feng Jiutian advanced to the peak of the Venerable Master level.

Xuanji Zi, standing beside him, was also somewhat speechless. He had never seen such a monstrous cultivation speed before. In just a few years, since he took this girl as his disciple, she had already advanced to the peak of the Venerable Master level.

The younger generation is truly formidable.

After advancing, Feng Jiutian smiled, and Xi Xue arrived in the Void Space. Then, Feng Jiutian confidently walked towards the tenth floor of the Phoenix Tower. She felt that no matter how difficult the opponent she faced, she could successfully defeat them.

After Feng Jiutian stepped into the light circle, the surrounding scenery changed, and she arrived at a pavilion.

The attic was elegant, with a huge mirror in the center reflecting the image of the ninth floor.

The spatial elements on the tenth floor are several times more concentrated than those on the previous floors!

But the atmosphere and the strange feeling made Feng Jiutian feel a little strange, yet there was a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.

But whatever it is, she is confident she can defeat it!

Holding the fine snow in her hand, Feng Jiutian looked around warily when suddenly a sharp gust of wind brushed past her ear!

Feng Jiutian turned around in an instant, and with a flick of his hand, the fine snow sword shot out with a sharp, solid force towards the person behind him!

"Ding--"

The newcomer deftly pinched Xi Xue between two fingers, his tone wicked yet tinged with a hint of regret: "You don't have to kill me the moment we meet, do you?"

"It's you?"

Feng Jiutian stared at the newcomer in shock, then frowned: "It's you... How come you're at Phoenix Tower?"

Mo Shaoxie flicked his finger, deflecting Feng Jiutian's longsword, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"You made it to the tenth floor all by yourself, not bad," Mo Shaoxie said with a hint of praise, but did not directly answer Feng Jiutian's question.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe and an extremely large cloak. His face still wore that ghostly mask, but the other half of his face was exposed, and he stared at Feng Jiutian with a half-smile, his expression unreadable.

This praise was mostly Mo Shaoxie's appreciation for his woman. He had indeed made the right bet. Feng Jiutian had not let him down and had successfully won over Xixue. He had also seen Feng Jiutian's perseverance and hard work. This woman was worthy of being compared to him!

As for the purpose on the tenth floor...

A subtle light flashed in Mo Shaoxie's eyes. His demon body was damaged, and he needed to find a quiet and secluded place to repair it. Naturally, the Phoenix Tower was the most suitable place!

Seeing that Mo Shaoxie didn't say much, Feng Jiutian didn't press him further. However, the fact that this prodigy had reached the tenth floor, and that the mirror in the center still reflected the image of the ninth floor, was enough to prove that everything she had done had been seen by Mo Shaoxie.

She put the fine snow back into the Void Spirit Cauldron and said indifferently, "I don't care why you appeared on the tenth floor, or what you do, and I won't interfere, but my affairs..." Feng Jiutian's sharp eyes swept over Mo Shaoxie, and she said coldly, "You should mind your own business too!"

That was an extremely cold tone.

Mo Shaoxie sighed but did not respond. He was more looking forward to seeing what Feng Jiutian would look like after she grew up. If Feng Jiutian was just a pearl covered in dust and no one was polishing it, once it was cleaned, it would surely shine with unparalleled brilliance!

The scene on the tenth floor was somewhat gloomy, but that did not prevent the abundant elements floating in the air from arousing the elements flowing within Feng Jiutian's body, making her vaguely want to sit down and meditate properly.

not the right time yet.

Feng Jiutian silently warned herself, controlled the somewhat turbulent elements within her body, and stepped outside.

Just then, Feng Jiutian heard a faint "click" sound.

"Oh no!" Xuanji Zi shouted from inside the Void Spirit Cauldron, "That egg is about to hatch!"

The golden egg, which had been silent for so long, was about to hatch. Feng Jiutian dared not be careless and quickly took out the golden egg that he carried with him and placed it on the table.

Mo Shaoxie walked to Feng Jiutian's side, leaned down to look at her, and his expression behind the mask became somewhat subtle.