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

The mirror on the other side also reflected Feng Jiutian's current appearance, prompting Yuan to place the mirror on a corner of the stone table with a smile.

For some reason, Xuanji Zi sat opposite Ling Yuan, looked at Feng Jiutian's current predicament, frowned and asked, "Why do you have to do this?"

Ling Yuan smiled again, but with his head down, a hint of coldness crept into his smile.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the chessboard in the center of the stone table. There were a total of twenty-six chess pieces on it, and the arrangement and form were exactly the same as what Feng Jiutian had seen that day!

"Do you know that a total of twenty-six people have come here and played chess with me?"

Ling Yuan's tone was somewhat evasive: "But they were very disappointing, they all died."

As he spoke, he picked up a black piece and placed it in the center of the chessboard with a 'snap'. His eyes were slightly cold as he glanced at Xuanjizi and said, "I used the same attitude to take on twenty-six people as disciples one by one, but who knew they were all useless good-for-nothings."

“Being my apprentice has never been easy. For her, passing this test is heaven, failing it is…”

Ling Yuan paused, then said somewhat desolately, "If I can't get through it, at most I'll have to wait another ten or a hundred years."

Xuanji Zi remained silent. Although he strongly disagreed with Ling Yuan's actions, the other party was a highly accomplished and respected senior, so there seemed to be some reason for what he was doing.

not to mention……

He looked at Feng Jiutian in the mirror, his heart tightening. Since he was a soul, even if he tried to force his way through the formation, it wouldn't stop him!

"Ugh……"

Ling Yuan sighed deeply, his heart also filled with expectations for Feng Jiutian; he didn't want to see anyone fail again.

If she succeeds, she will inherit all of her mantle; if she fails…

Ling Yuan felt a deep sense of helplessness and regret, thinking that his time was running out and he wouldn't be able to hold out until the next person arrived. He also thought that his inherited power would be wasted.

He is a soul entity, and his survival to this day is solely due to the power of his soul. However, his soul power is gradually dissipating and is about to collapse.

Once Feng Jiutian succeeds, he will exhaust all his strength and unconditionally merge everything he has into Feng Jiutian!

Of course, Ling Yuan was not the kind of selfless person; on the contrary, he felt that he was very selfish.

The Ling family was destroyed because of him, and he is probably the only one in the Tenglong Continent who knows the Ling family's legacy. Ling Yuan does not want the Ling family's things to disappear into the dust.

He wanted someone to inherit his mantle, to take it all out and carry it forward!

The Ling family's possessions must not be completely destroyed because of the Empire's foolishness and because of his involvement!

Ling Yuan knew this was somewhat unreasonable, but he had no other choice, as the principle of the chess piece formation came from the power of the soul.

Only those with stronger soul cohesion can play chess with greater ease, and the fact that Feng Jiutian played an entire game with him without changing her expression was enough to shock him.

The strength of his soul power proved that Feng Jiutian was able to completely absorb what was in his soul, and the next test would be to confirm Feng Jiutian's strength.

If someone doesn't have enough strength to protect the Ling family's possessions, then they're not worthy of being entrusted with those things by her!

Therefore, Ling Yuan did not want Feng Jiutian to fail; on the contrary, he wanted Feng Jiutian to succeed even more than Xuan Jizi!

……

Let's look at the formation again.

Feng Jiutian has triggered an illusion within an array, and the surrounding scenery has become blurred...

My mind went blank for a moment until a sharp curse came from above.

"You little slut, you dare to go against me! You're tired of living!"

Feng Jiutian looked in the direction of the sound, somewhat dazed, and found himself standing in a dilapidated courtyard. In a corner not far away, a spoiled woman who looked to be about nine years old and was dressed in rich clothes was punching and kicking a thin child who kept dodging.

Feng Jiutian stared blankly at the child who was being hit but dared not fight back and kept dodging.

This is... 'Feng Jiutian'.

It could also be said that before she transmigrated, the original Feng Jiutian was weak, incompetent, and timid.

According to memory, the one who was abusing little Feng Jiutian was Feng Lingfu. At this time, Feng Jiutian's mother had been missing for a long time, and Feng Jiutian, who was left unattended, naturally became the target of the spoiled young lady's anger.

The young Feng Lingfu couldn't hide her emotions at all, and she would vent whatever came to mind.

As he watched, Feng Jiutian gripped the dagger in his hand, emanating a murderous aura that he then withdrew in an instant. He coldly observed the scene, though a surge of anger burned within him.

What does this mean?

Let her see what it used to be like? Or rather, what Feng Jiutian's past was like?

Because she had fully received Feng Jiutian's memories, she was able to understand what Feng Jiutian was feeling at that time.

Fear, apprehension, and avoidance.

She cautiously longed for a sliver of warmth from the world, but that warmth never arrived until the very moment of her death. Even in her lifetime, she received only indifference! Endless indifference! and cruelty.

Compared to 'Feng Jiutian', 'Feng Jiutian' is the other extreme.

She was ruthless, cold-blooded, and a mass murderer, yet there was a small, unyielding spot in her heart. She was so lonely, and she had longed for someone to walk alongside her.

Unfortunately, that person betrayed her.

So since arriving in this place, Feng Jiutian has never opened her heart to anyone. In this place, whoever has the biggest fist is king!

Since no one will side with her, let her be queen.

Compared to 'Feng Jiutian', the two seem to have some similarities, yet they are not the same. However, without exception, they are now the same person.

Finally, Feng Lingfu's atrocities ended. She called a few servants to spit at the little 'Feng Jiutian' and then led her people away in a grand procession.

Little Feng Jiutian huddled in the corner, looking disheveled. Her clothes were torn to shreds, and her exposed arms were covered in bruises.

She was curled up, her breathing very weak, as if she might stop breathing at any moment.

"Cough cough..."

Finally, after a long while, Little 'Feng Jiutian' coughed, the tearing sound like he was coughing up his lungs.

"It's pathetic, isn't it?"

The moment Xiao Feng Jiutian spoke, the surrounding scenery froze, the birds on the trees stopped, and the dragonflies froze in mid-air as if a pause button had been pressed.

Time seemed to stand still.

Feng Jiutian's expression changed, and she stared warily at the little 'Feng Jiutian' who was slowly getting up from the ground. Her hair was drooping, and she had an extremely strange smile on her face as she stared straight at Feng Jiutian.