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

Feng Jiutian looked at her calmly, without saying a word, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Ha! How utterly ignorant of their own limitations!"

The woman's expression suddenly changed. She stood up abruptly, placed one foot on the giant python's head, and with a flick of her wrist, a flute appeared.

"Today, I, Mo Si Niang, will teach you, young lady, what it means to respect your elders!"

As she spoke, she brought the flute to her lips, her eyes turning fierce, and the melodious sound of the flute began to echo softly in the Yushan Mountains.

Feng Jiutian's expression grew even colder as he stared intently at the flute in Mo Siniang's hand, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

This flute is quite similar to the one Ling Yuan asked her to send back to the Gu Mo tribe, but it's not exactly the same either, as if... it's a pair of twin flutes!

Mo San Niang died long ago, and in the Gu Mo clan, each generation of Holy Maidens would only produce a new Holy Maiden after their death. The lineage has now reached Mo Qin Niang, the seventh Holy Maiden. Logically speaking…

Mo Si Niang should have died long ago!

But how can a dead person still be standing here alive?

Feng Jiutian was greatly alarmed. At the same time, many spirit snakes unknowingly crawled out and surrounded her. Besides these living spirit snakes, there were also...

The souls of the dead!

Mount Yu has stood here since the beginning of the Tenglong Continent, and over the years it has swallowed countless lives!

The number of spirit snakes and wandering souls surrounding Feng Jiutian was gradually increasing, while Mo Siniang's flute music continued to play softly on Mount Yu.

"Woo——"

A flute melody that sounded like weeping continued to ring out, as if it were a command, and all the spirit snakes and the souls of the dead surrounding Feng Jiutian attacked him at once!

"boom--"

Feng Jiutian raised his hand and a burst of spiritual energy formed a barrier around them, which blasted away both the spirit snake and the dead soul!

"Woo——"

The ghostly wailing sound continued to ring out, and an invisible fluctuation formed in the surrounding air, with a faint force driving it, constantly striking Feng Jiutian's barrier!

"The spirit snakes are not a threat, but the wandering souls are a different story." Feng Jiutian frowned as he stared at the wandering souls and spirit snakes that were constantly attacking the barrier, his mind racing with ideas on how to deal with the wandering souls.

However, no matter what, Feng Jiutian could only find a barrier to isolate the souls of the dead. This was the result of Ling Yuan's research back then. Now, the attacks of the undead are somewhat indiscriminate, which makes it difficult for Feng Jiutian to react for a while.

"Perhaps divine sense can withstand her flute music," Mo Shaoxie suddenly whispered beside him.

Feng Jiutian immediately understood, and many thoughts arose in his mind, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

That's right, Mo Si Niang controls the spirits and snakes with the sound of her flute, but what is actually driving the spirits and souls in the flute is divine sense issuing commands. Conversely, Feng Jiu Tian can also use divine sense to control these spirits!

Feng Jiutian rolled her eyes and casually picked up an ancient zither from the Endless Realm from her spatial storage. With a quick tiptoe, she stood on a high place, facing Mo Siniang.

Her eyes held a slight coldness, and she gently flicked her wrist—

"Zheng——"

Feng Jiutian poured his spiritual power into the music, and the sound waves, carrying a powerful aura, slashed towards Mo Siniang!

"Kacha!"

Mo Si Niang dodged, but a tree behind her was split in two!

Seeing the tree out of the corner of her eye, Mo Si Niang's face paled, and her eyes sharpened. This little girl has some skills; she actually knows how to use sound as a weapon to counterattack!

However, Feng Jiutian did not give Mo Siniang a chance to think about counterattack. Her fingers kept moving on the guqin, attacking Mo Siniang continuously!

"Zheng—woo—"

The sounds of the zither and flute clashing echoed throughout the entire Yushan Mountain. Anyone in Yushan could hear the sound, and they all changed their expressions and covered their ears!

Some of the weaker individuals were even struck by the shockwave, suffering internal injuries on the spot, which was terrifying. Everyone had only one thought in their minds—

What kind of powerful figures are fighting in Yushan? Even humans can't withstand it, let alone magical beasts!

The monsters became restless and started charging around, causing harm to many people.

Half an hour slowly passed, and Feng Jiutian and Mo Siniang were still locked in a stalemate, their gazes towards each other extremely sharp.

Continuing like this will not result in a winner, but will only consume more of our energy.

Feng Jiutian composed herself, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She channeled the power of Ling Yuan from her dantian, slowly blending it into the music. When the time was right, she softly exclaimed:

"break!"

"Pfft!" At the same time, Mo Si Niang's expression changed. The flute slipped from her hand, and she vomited blood from the corner of her mouth. She collapsed on the giant python's head, panting heavily.

"This... is impossible!" Mo Si Niang clutched her chest, but in an instant, as if she had realized something, her gaze fixed on Feng Jiutian with disbelief, and her voice became sharp and shrill: "I have trained hard for hundreds of years, how could I possibly lose to a mere young girl like you! This is impossible!"

Mo Siniang's aura fluctuated violently, causing Feng Jiutian to frown. He then used a burst of spiritual energy to suppress Mo Siniang's volatile temper.

But it didn't seem to work. Mo Siniang's expression became more and more ferocious, and her movements began to go out of control. Feng Jiutian thought to himself that something was wrong. He disappeared from his original spot in a flash and then appeared directly behind Mo Siniang!

“Eat it!”

Feng Jiutian took out a pill and threw it into Mo Siniang's mouth. He then channeled his spiritual power into his palm and pressed it against Mo Siniang's back, forcefully suppressing the surging spiritual power within her body!

Mo Si Niang gradually calmed down from her violent emotions. After half an hour, the violent spiritual energy around her had dissipated, the spirit snake and the dead soul had retreated, and she returned to calm.

"I……"

Mo Si Niang snapped out of her daze, looked at her hands, and murmured, "What am I doing..."

She almost fell into the path of demons. A single thought was all it took to make all her efforts over the past few hundred years go to waste!

Feng Jiutian quietly watched Mo Siniang, then leaped down from the giant python's head and stood behind Mo Shaoxie, his expression still cold.

"I have some connections with the Gu Mo clan, and I suppose you were once a holy maiden of the Gu Mo clan. Although I don't know why you are still alive, saving you is not difficult. I just hope you will take back the control over my friend, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!"

As Feng Jiutian spoke the last sentence, his tone was tinged with murderous intent.

Mo Si Niang still looked somewhat dazed, as if she hadn't heard of the Gu Mo Clan for a long time and was unfamiliar with the name.

"Have you... met the clan chief?"

After a long pause, she looked at Feng Jiutian and asked softly, "How is the clan leader now?"