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

Amidst the bickering between Jiu Yao and Mo Qiniang, Feng Jiutian returned to the Royal Academy. Standing at the entrance of the Royal Academy, Feng Jiutian was even momentarily dazed, as if it had been a long time since he had returned, and the events that had happened here were like a fleeting dream.

Feng Jiutian hadn't spent much time at the Royal Academy, so she didn't feel a sense of belonging. She had only returned this time to see the Seventh Prince and, incidentally, to confirm whether Mo Shaoxie was indeed the Seventh Prince.

However, after Feng Jiutian quietly returned to the academy, the first person to learn the news was Yun.

Before Feng Jiutian went to see the Seventh Prince, Yun Xian found Feng Jiutian in the courtyard where she used to stay.

"teacher?"

When Feng Jiutian saw Yun, she frowned. She didn't have deep feelings for this mentor, and she already guessed what Yun wanted to see her about.

As Feng Jiutian looked at Yun, Yun also looked at Feng Jiutian. He could no longer fathom Feng Jiutian's strength after this training trip.

A hint of doubt flashed across Yun's eyes. On one hand, he felt that Feng Jiutian's advancement was too fast and he was caught off guard, but on the other hand, he was more proud of his student.

Even though the student had not formally received his instruction.

"cough."

Yun cleared his throat to break the awkward silence, his tone slightly somber: "Feng Zhi and the other three are wanted because they were seen near the contract master in the Guili Forest."

After saying that, Feng Jiutian knew what Yun wanted to ask. He pursed his lips and said without any concealment, "It was I who dragged them into this."

After just a couple of sentences, Yun already knew Feng Jiutian's identity and couldn't help but feel a little shocked. The first contract master in the history of Tenglong Continent had appeared!

Then a gloating look flashed across his face. Those families that wanted the Contract Master probably didn't want to live anymore. The magical beasts that Contract Masters contracted were no joke. The magical beasts were powerful. If a group of magical beasts went over, probably that family wouldn't even be left with ashes!

"Don't worry, teacher. Fengzhi and the others are fine. On the contrary, they're having a great time outside. They'll come back to see you once they've settled things out there."

Finally, Feng Jiutian paused and added, "The person being hunted down by the Western Xuan Kingdom is also me, but I have changed my appearance and will not be recognized for the time being."

"..."

Yun rubbed her temples in exasperation and waved her hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, you're only back to see the Seventh Prince, right? Hurry up and go. I'll cover for you. Leave as soon as you're done. Don't let anyone else find you."

"You know, the explosion outside Phoenix Tower is still ongoing, and the Alliance people are still here, desperately waiting for you to come back. They're all greedy guys, you'd better leave as soon as possible!"

Feng Jiutian knew that Yun was thinking of him, and his expression turned cold when he thought of the people in the alliance.

Those people are staying here just to wait for her to come back and then steal what she got from the Phoenix Tower.

Feng Jiutian could only sneer. Even if he took it, those people wouldn't be able to comprehend it or use it. Why bother waiting here for almost a year?

After giving his instructions, Yun quickly left the courtyard to avoid being noticed by anyone with ulterior motives for lingering too long or showing any unusual behavior.

"Human greed can really cause a lot of things to happen..."

After Yun left, Feng Jiutian lowered his head and said something in a flat, ambiguous tone.

Feng Jiutian didn't linger. Following the familiar route, she quickly found her way to the Seventh Prince's courtyard. However, seeing that there seemed to be someone inside from afar, she paused for a second, hid outside to conceal her presence, and didn't go in. Instead, she cautiously peeked out to observe the activity inside.

In the courtyard.

The same figure in black robes sat in the wheelchair, head bowed, wearing a familiar ghost mask. Several arrogant people stood before the Seventh Prince.

Feng Jiutian didn't recognize any of these people, but they didn't seem to be new students; they seemed to know a lot about the Seventh Prince.

The man in the brocade robe who was in the lead looked the Seventh Prince up and down, clicking his tongue and sighing, "Everyone says that the Seventh Prince was born into a prominent family and is known as the Holy Son. Now it seems that it is indeed as the rumors say. It's just a pity that he is no longer the Holy Son, but a devil!"

The man in the brocade robe spoke sarcastically, and someone beside him echoed, "That's right, it's a disgrace to your noble status for such a wicked person to remain in the Royal Academy. You should have reported to His Majesty long ago and expelled him!"

"It's truly shameful that a mere former deposed king has the audacity to remain at the Royal Academy!"

"I heard he has a very powerful fiancée?"

"Tch, who knows how long Feng Jiutian hasn't been back. He's probably already run off with some wild man!"

"..."

Feng Jiutian ignored what followed, which consisted of nothing but insults directed at the Seventh Prince. Her gaze remained fixed on him.

He sat in his wheelchair, dressed in a black robe, head bowed, without saying a word, seemingly indifferent to everything around him, his presence so faint that he could be easily overlooked.

But in Feng Jiutian's eyes, there was a different kind of aura. Feng Jiutian could sense that the Seventh Prince was not as obedient as he appeared on the surface, and that the power he might unleash would be very strong.

So Feng Jiutian didn't move despite all the foul language.

She wanted to see if this person was really Mo Shaoxie, that effeminate guy, or someone who was hiding his true strength.

But when those people started to lay hands on the Seventh Prince, he still didn't react and let them bully him.

Feng Jiutian clenched his fists, watching this scene unfold, feeling both angry at their lack of ambition and helpless!

A year ago, when she handed the dagger to the Seventh Prince, she said that she must fight back. But now, the other party seems to have forgotten her words. So, Feng Jiutian will not appear in front of him!

She pursed her lips, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, and turned to leave.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a dagger piercing flesh made Feng Jiutian stop in her tracks and turn around abruptly. She saw the Seventh Prince sitting in a wheelchair, holding the dagger she had given him, and stabbing it viciously into the chest of the man in the brocade robe!

If they don't strike, they don't strike at all; but when they do, it's fatal!

For some reason, Feng Jiutian thought of this sentence on the spot, and a subtle emotion also surfaced in his heart.

Blood spurted from the man in the brocade robe's chest and splattered on the ground. The Seventh Prince was wearing a mask, so Feng Jiutian couldn't see his emotions, but she could see his calm and unwavering eyes.

The Seventh Prince showed no emotion, but the others erupted in chaos, surrounding the man in brocade robes. After confirming his death, several ran away, pointing at the Seventh Prince and shouting in trembling voices, "He killed someone! This monster killed someone!"