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

Looking at Feng Jiutian, Xuanji Zi frowned and added, "I feel a very strong force suppressing me. I'm afraid I'll have to hide inside the Void Spirit Cauldron for a while."

Be careful in everything you do.

Xuanji Zi left behind her last words and returned to the Void Spirit Cauldron, not giving Feng Jiutian a chance to speak.

After hearing Xuanji Zi's words, a heavy look crossed Feng Jiutian's face, a power that could make Xuanji Zi feel pressure...

What exactly is it?

Feng Jiutian had no answer, but she knew the answer would come sooner or later. She wandered around the island, and when she encountered a contract formation inside a magical beast, it would automatically activate, and the magical beast would obediently make way for her.

There were also a few magical beasts that had awakened their intelligence but could not be tamed, so Feng Jiutian took action and dug out their inner cores and threw them into the Void Spirit Cauldron.

But there doesn't seem to be any danger here that the old man described...

Feng Jiutian picked a few more spiritual fruits and bit into them. The juicy burst in her mouth, instantly replenishing her spiritual energy.

Not only is there no danger, but there are also an abundance of rare and precious natural treasures.

only……

Feng Jiutian searched the entire island but couldn't find the Spirit Void Seed the old man needed, which made things even stranger.

This place could be described as having all sorts of treasures, but it lacked the Lingxuzi that Feng Jiutian needed. Moreover, everything seemed exceptionally harmonious, almost...

Too much.

In this world, there is only slaughter, but this small island is exceptionally peaceful.

It's as if... it's as if...

What does it seem like?

Ah, yes, it was as peaceful as if no one had ever been there, everything was going in the best direction, beautiful and serene.

But this world is never so wonderful. Feng Jiutian had already found the strange point, and a bold idea immediately stirred within her—

destroy!

Just now, Xuanji Zi said that there was an extremely powerful person oppressing him. Does that mean that his actions are being monitored?

As long as that person still cares about this island, they will definitely take action to stop Feng Jiutian's actions!

As soon as Feng Jiutian thought of it, he immediately started to act. In just half a day, almost everything on the island was bombarded by Feng Jiutian. He took what he could and blasted what he could.

In another place, an old man sat in a pavilion, holding a mirror in his hand. He looked at the things that Feng Jiutian was constantly destroying in the mirror, and his beard stood on end in anger.

This little girl... how can this little girl be so unreasonable!

Finally, just as Feng Jiutian burned down another forest, a voice drifted from afar, and two words rang in Feng Jiutian's ears—

"enough!"

The voice, tinged with exasperation, said, "You just want to see me, can't you just say so politely?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a golden light flashed before Feng Jiutian's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the scene before her changed.

An old man sat in front of her, with an unfinished chess game on the table. The old man was glaring angrily at Feng Jiutian, his beard twitching.

"senior."

Feng Jiutian first clasped her hands in a gesture of politeness. Her expression remained unchanged as she calmly said, "Even if I directly said I wanted to see you, you might not necessarily come to see me. Rather than waiting to be received, I might as well make a big move to force you to see me."

"you……"

The old man choked up, unable to find the words to refute Feng Jiutian for a moment.

Because Feng Jiutian is right. If she doesn't blow up the island, then no matter what she does, he won't see her.

After holding his breath for a long time, the old man finally let out a breath and waved his hand.

"Never mind, never mind!" He pointed to the chessboard in front of him and said, "Little girl, play chess with me."

Feng Jiutian patted his clothes, sat down in front of the old man, and looked down at the chessboard, which was an unfinished game.

The game contained an extremely powerful force, as if it were forcibly compressed within the pieces, and even the chessboard itself was covered with an array.

A thoughtful look flashed across Feng Jiutian's eyes. He raised his hand, picked up a black character, and said without changing his expression, "Then it would be impolite to refuse."

She found the right spot and was about to put down the chess piece when suddenly a powerful force repelled Feng Jiutian's hand.

"Clap."

The chess piece slipped from her hand and fell onto the stone table next to the chessboard with a crisp sound.

"Hahahaha..." The old man chuckled, stroking his beard, and shook his head, saying, "Young people these days are really impatient."

He pointed to the chessboard and continued, "Hundreds of people have played this game, but only twenty-six moves have been made. All the others have failed. You will have to figure out the secrets behind it yourself."

“The stronger the resistance, the weaker the piece is, and the less likely it is to be captured.”

Feng Jiutian glanced at the old man indifferently, a smile playing on his lips. He picked up a chess piece, and suddenly a strong wind arose around him, injecting a compressed force into the piece.

"Snapped!"

She made her move, and the black piece was firmly placed on the chessboard.

"First step, please—"

Feng Jiutian made a gesture of invitation, his expression unchanged, which made the old man narrow his eyes and feel a slight surprise.

This little girl is only a newly promoted mid-stage Spirit Master. It seems she hasn't even overcome her inner demons yet, but her comprehension is quite fast.

The spiritual power she infused into just one chess piece should have been all she had, and she should be exhausted by now, so why is there no change at all?

The old man was puzzled, but he didn't show it. He still smiled, picked up a chess piece, and easily placed it down. Then he looked at Feng Jiutian and said, "It's your turn."

Feng Jiutian, unhurriedly, used the same method as before and planted another one.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"..."

The only sounds in the wind were the back-and-forth sounds of the two playing chess, with nothing else except the sound of chess pieces being placed.

An hour passed in this manner.

The old man's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he looked at Feng Jiutian with increasing surprise. Finally, after placing the last chess piece, he couldn't help but ask, "Little girl, do you have a master?"

"There is."

Without a second thought, Feng Jiutian answered the old man's question, causing the old man's face to darken. He snorted, "Little girl, you don't even know where your master is. Why don't you become my disciple? I'll have plenty of benefits for you. How about it?"

"no!"

Before Feng Jiutian could speak, Xuanji Zi suddenly appeared, also sporting a sour face, and glared at the old man, saying, "This girl is my disciple. Who said I, her master, am no longer here?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, no way, no way."

The old man looked Xuanjizi up and down, then shook his head and looked at Feng Jiutian with disdain, saying, "This person's strength is not even half of what I was at my weakest. Why did you become his disciple?"