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

Feng Jiutian then looked up and saw... a white tiger with wings?

The white tiger, its eyes now filled with malevolence, stared at Feng Jiutian as if it wished it could devour him.

"You were sent by Gu Luo, weren't you?" Baihu spoke in a deep, human voice, as if he were a young man.

Feng Jiutian shook his head: "No."

She didn't know Guluo at all, so how could she possibly have been sent by Guluo?

"Hmph, I can smell the stench on you! You still dare to say you're not someone sent by Gu Luo! Roar—" The white tiger roared in anger, and another layer of frost instantly appeared on the ice behind Feng Jiutian, which had not yet melted.

The cold air was biting.

Feng Jiutian frowned, thought for a moment, and then mobilized the unknown power that had been compressed in his dantian. A bit of red energy shot out from his fingertip, and he asked in confusion, "Is this what you mean?"

When Baihu saw the red light condensed by Feng Jiutian, his pupils shrank, and then he said sarcastically, "I didn't expect that he would actually pass on his origin to you? This doesn't seem like something that guy would do!"

Feng Jiutian withdrew the red light and said coldly without the slightest hesitation, "The Gu Luo you mentioned may already be dead. This is just the ruins I found."

"what?"

The White Tiger roared, "Dead! How dare he die! I haven't avenged him yet! Roar—"

The tiger's roar was deafening, filled with ferocity and rage.

A murderous glint flashed across Feng Jiutian's face. He picked at his ear and coldly scolded, "You're so noisy!"

"..." The white tiger choked.

This woman is so fierce!

"If you want revenge, you might not have the chance. I'm leaving now." Feng Jiutian lost interest in the white tiger and turned to walk out.

"Hey, hey, wait! Don't go!" The white tiger quickly called out to stop him, "Don't you want me to be your mount? I'm an eighth-tier magical beast!"

Feng Jiutian turned around and glanced at the white tiger, who was bound by several chains, with the same look he would give a merchandise inspection. He gave a forced smile and said, "Sorry, we're not that short."

When did eighth-tier magical beasts become so common that you could see them everywhere? Feng Jiutian shook her head in great disappointment and turned to leave without looking back.

Upon seeing this, Baihu quickly exclaimed, "Wait!"

"Hmm?" Feng Jiutian stopped in his tracks again.

"Here's what we'll do: whatever you want, I'll grant your request, as long as you agree to let me out."

The white tiger looked at Feng Jiutian with a very obsequious expression: "I'm very obedient."

Well, even the way they refer to themselves has changed from "this seat" to "I," how deep must their hatred be? Feng Jiutian was disgusted.

What she wants most right now is... herbs to repair her soul.

Let's wake the old man up first. If he's asleep like this, there are many things she doesn't understand about alchemy that she can't ask him. It's really frustrating.

"Are there any herbs that can repair the soul?" Feng Jiutian asked as soon as he thought of it.

White Tiger shook his head frantically: "No."

"If you don't have it, then what are you talking about? Goodbye!" Feng Jiutian didn't linger at all and prepared to close the cell door.

The white tiger grew anxious and stretched its neck, saying, "I don't have soul herbs, but I can repair things!"

Feng Jiutian pushed open the cell door and stood in front of Baihu with lightning speed, squinting his eyes: "Are you serious?"

She had never heard of a magical beast capable of repairing souls.

The white tiger felt a chill run down its spine from the stare and swallowed hard. "Uh... yes, it is possible, right?"

A murderous glint flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes. He immediately summoned Xixue and held it to the white tiger's neck, shouting sharply, "Can you or can't you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! My ancestors!" Baihu was extremely spineless. To be precise, hundreds of years of imprisonment had worn down his edges. Hatred was no longer the greatest thing. Whoever could let him go free was his ancestor.

It was obvious that Feng Jiutian had agreed to all the conditions.

Although repairing the soul would consume a great deal of its energy, the White Tiger still agreed. He didn't want to wait hundreds of years for someone else to come.

Feng Jiutian pondered for a moment, then summoned the book that the giant tree had transformed into. After reading it for a while, he said, "How about I form a contract with you too..."

The tone was muttered, but the white tiger understood instantly and immediately bristled: "You're a contract master?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Feng Jiutian's matter-of-fact expression left Baihu speechless.

That makes sense... The other party is a contract master, so the first thing they would think of when facing a magical beast is to form a contract.

But he's an eighth-tier magical beast, how could he...?

"Oh right, after the contract is completed, you will gain some energy. Although I don't know if you can advance, I will release you. I will try not to restrict you after the contract is completed. However, I don't know if we can find Gu Luo's corpse in this hall." Feng Jiutian muttered with his head down.

Upon hearing this, the white tiger immediately put on a huge cat face and said sincerely, "I am willing to be contracted by you."

Asking about integrity?

Ah.

Is freedom more important than desecrating a corpse?

Feng Jiutian gave the white tiger a strange look and said oddly, "Why are you being so obsequious, like a waiter?"

Baihu instantly became serious: "Ahem."

He stood tall and proud, exuding an extraordinary aura. His entire tiger seemed as cold and arrogant as ice and snow. He spoke: "I am the purest ice and snow tiger! I was born noble. If it weren't for that bastard Gu Luo tricking me, I wouldn't have ended up in this state."

So much so that in order to leave this square cell, they abandoned all sense of shame.

Feng Jiutian was speechless, but in the end he still made a contract with this shameless white tiger. A surge of energy came out from both Feng Jiutian and the white tiger. The white tiger immediately turned into a beam of light and ran into the contract space to cultivate!

The book that the giant tree had transformed into flashed with golden light, and an extra page appeared.

Snow White Tiger, Rank 8, Ice-type Flying Magical Beast.

flight?

Feng Jiutian thought of the small fleshy wings on the white tiger's back and fell silent.

Not long after leaving the dungeon, Feng Jiutian headed out of the cell and onto another path, wondering what lay within the Ancient Luo Palace.

Not long after they arrived, Feng Jiutian came to a sword mound.

Yes.

Sword Tomb.

The small hill was covered with swords, each one a masterpiece, and at the very top of the hill, a man in armor knelt, supporting himself with one hand on a sword.

How come there's even a sword tomb inside this palace?

When Feng Jiutian was puzzled, he thought of the White Tiger. There were shameless eighth-order magical beasts, so a Sword Tomb... was probably just a small matter.

Since Feng Jiutian already had Fine Snow in his hand, he decided not to go in and instead planned to bypass the Sword Tomb and head straight to the back.

To everyone's surprise, just as Feng Jiutian rounded the small hill of the Sword Tomb, a flying sword grazed her scalp and slammed into the wall!

What the hell!

What a provocation!

Feng Jiutian turned around abruptly, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. Behind her, a man in armor on a small hill was slowly rising to his feet.