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

Just when she thought she was about to give up, a very deep voice came from behind her—

Embrace the original essence and guard the oneness; concentrate your mind and calm your spirit!

Feng Jiutian almost forcibly suppressed the pain in his body, sat up, and cleared his mind of all distractions to control the power within his body.

This force felt like it was going to burst her apart!

At this moment, the metallic inner core that Feng Jiutian had stored in the Void Spirit Cauldron flew out uncontrollably, floating above Feng Jiutian's head, emitting an icy light and slowly transmitting spiritual power to Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian, who had been like a ball of fire, was instantly relieved. It was an element whose power could not be sensed, like ice, yet seemingly fused with fire.

Before Feng Jiutian could investigate this, she had already entered an exceptionally mysterious state, just like the one she had in the Phoenix Tower last time. It was mysterious, as if she were the only person in the world, empty and vast.

She stood there blankly for a long time, and then she heard that same voice from before say—

"Oh? It's you again?"

Although it is a question, it is devoid of any emotion.

He said, "Have you realized something again?"

Understanding?

Did she... realize it?

Feng Jiutian shook her head, looking at her hands in confusion. She was about to explode and die, so what was that power that saved her?

After thinking for a moment, Feng Jiutian said calmly, "I haven't grasped it."

"You're the third person to come twice," the voice said. "For this reason, I can give you some time to reflect on it."

Feng Jiutian did not answer, but sat down on the spot and circulated the power within her body. She could clearly feel the pain when that drop of blood merged into her body. The enormous spiritual power seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"What kind of blood is that?" Feng Jiutian asked.

The lifeblood of a madman. He had been here twice before.

The voice, from who-knows-where, answered her, saying, "Make good use of it; it's a good thing. I hope you can cherish its fruits."

Feng Jiutian circulated his energy for two more cycles and discovered that in the very center of the originally blood-red Crimson Lotus Night Flame, a touch of blue had appeared, shimmering and dancing as if it were a speck of ice within the flame.

How could Crimson Lotus Nightfire be improved?

Feng Jiutian seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and seriously tested the ice-blue flame at the very center.

Suddenly, the world turned upside down, and the scene changed abruptly. Feng Jiutian appeared on a high mountain, where two people stood in front of her, facing a furnace together.

"Focus on refining the pills!"

A middle-aged man whipped a short child who looked only eight or nine years old, and said sternly, "The family's alchemy department cannot tolerate good-for-nothings!"

Tears still clung to the child's eyes as he pursed his lips reluctantly: "Father, I don't want to refine pills..."

"Bad words!"

The middle-aged man flew into a rage and lashed out with his whip: "The only duty of the alchemy department is to refine pills and serve the family. How will you survive in the future if you are so unambitious!"

The child lowered his head and remained silent, but a stubborn light shone in his eyes as he reluctantly summoned flames.

Feng Jiutian's eyes narrowed. That flame was exactly the same as the icy blue flame in her Crimson Lotus Night Flame. It had no red color, but it gave people a sense of overwhelming power.

What kind of flame is this...?

Feng Jiutian couldn't help but take two steps forward to check, only to see the scene change once again!

This time it was in a beautifully decorated backyard, where the medicine cauldron still stood in the center. The child, who had grown a bit taller, held two small black balls in his hands and said happily to the middle-aged man, "Father, I can refine intermediate-level pills now!"

"Unqualified!"

The middle-aged man resolutely slapped the child's hand away and scolded, "Children your age can already refine high-grade pills, but you can only refine the lowest-grade mid-level pills, and you've failed many times! You are unworthy of being a member of my clan!"

The child's dark face froze when the middle-aged man opened the pill; his hands trembled slightly, and he lowered his head.

"Father..." the child said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to refine pills."

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man slapped the child hard across the face and coldly said, "Nonsense! Train properly, or you won't eat!"

After the middle-aged man left, Feng Jiutian stood aside, feeling shocked. What kind of family could possibly allow an eleven or twelve-year-old child to refine a high-grade, top-quality pill?

She took two steps forward and waved her hand in front of the somewhat disappointed child, only to find that the child couldn't see her at all.

Is this fantasy or reality?

In the brief moment that Feng Jiutian was distracted, the scene changed again.

The child on the back mountain, now a young man, held a flame in his hand, which was forging a long sword.

Although Zhang Cheng is young, one can still vaguely see the shadow of the child he used to be.

Feng Jiutian watched his technique, which seemed to be exceptionally skilled in weapon forging, when a sound came from the forest.

The young man's smile vanished instantly. He quickly put away his weapon, set up the medicine cauldron, and pretended to be serious.

A few children who looked quite young walked over, mocking, "Useless! Still practicing? You'll never reach the level of a Grand Pharmacist! Hahaha..."

Then came another round of mockery, which the young man ignored. Black smoke billowed from the cauldron, clearly indicating that the pill refining had failed.

The scene changed again.

This time it looked like an ancestral hall, with several elderly people sitting on high seats, the middle-aged man also there, and the young man kneeling in the middle.

"Who gave you permission to touch weapon crafting!"

After a long silence, the middle-aged man suddenly erupted, smashing his teacup directly on the young man's head in a fit of rage: "Didn't the ancestral precepts say that the alchemy lineage is never allowed to touch weapon crafting?"

"Father!" the young man retorted loudly for the first time, "But my talent in alchemy is far inferior to my talent in weapon crafting..."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man interrupted the young man directly, coldly saying, "The family rules are clear: anyone who violates them will have their spiritual veins abolished. Do I really need to do it myself?"

The elderly man beside him sighed and suddenly spoke up to advise, "Wei Yuan, don't get agitated. Perhaps Wei Luo is just confused for a moment. Family rules are rules, but people are flexible. It's not that they can't be compromised. If his spiritual veins are truly destroyed, Wei Luo's life will be ruined..."

"Elder, you don't need to say anything more, I understand."

The middle-aged man, known as Wei Yuan, glanced at Wei Luo with disappointment, his expression restrained, clearly unable to bring himself to do it.

"Why don't we lock him up for a month? If Luo comes to his senses by then, we can let it go while only a few of us know about it," an elder suggested.

Wei Yuan didn't speak, but turned his head away, clearly acquiescing to this approach.

From the moment he was sentenced until he was taken away, the young man named Wei Luo kept his head down, his expression unreadable, and remained silent.

Feng Jiutian also fell silent. She didn't understand why weapon forging and medicine refining couldn't coexist, and why it had become a family rule that restricted people's talents.