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

Feng Jiutian, who was still taking a bath, suddenly got up quickly, put on his clothes as if flying, grabbed a dagger he was carrying, and quickly slipped into a dark corner.

"Girl, be careful. This time the person who came is not a cultivator, so I won't use my energy to help you. You'll have to handle it yourself."

Xuanjizi, who had just reminded Feng Jiutian, heard that aged and gentle voice again in his mind.

"Yes, I can handle it myself!" I replied in my mind.

At this moment, Feng Jiutian had already changed into a cold and fierce aura. His long, wet hair hung down his back, but his whole body exuded an inexplicable sharpness and killing intent.

For someone who isn't a cultivator to infiltrate the Prime Minister's residence and arrive so precisely at her place, it's easy to imagine who this person is targeting!

And it's easy to guess who in the mansion wanted her dead!

Good.

She hadn't even settled old scores with them yet, but they were already bringing up new ones.

Are they trying to force her to settle accounts with them in advance?

Although Feng Jiutian exuded a cold aura, when she was hidden in the shadows, she could even conceal her breathing as if it had disappeared...

In the darkness, the shadowy figure silently pried open a tightly bolted window!

Soon, the figure darted into the room and quickly headed towards the large bed behind the screen in the inner room.

When the man in black reached the head of the bed, where the curtains were drawn, a long sword flashed, its cold light piercing towards the bed in the dim candlelight.

The move was extremely swift and clean.

Even if he's not a cultivator, he's still a professional assassin!

But then, at that very moment!

Just as the man in black felt his sword miss its mark, a sharp, cold glint suddenly flashed from a dark corner, and in the blink of an eye, the icy touch landed on the man's neck.

"What brings you to my room so late at night?" A cold voice drifted softly from beside the man in black.

The man in black, whose face was covered by a black cloth, suddenly changed his expression, and a look of surprise and shock flashed across his eyes.

They seemed never to have imagined that the "good-for-nothing" described by the employer would possess such agile skills.

He didn't even have a chance to react!

However, the man in black did not answer Feng Jiutian's question. Instead, a dark current flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about how to escape.

Having received the most rigorous special forces training in her previous life, how could Feng Jiutian not see through his intentions?

Feng Jiutian's eyes flashed, and a cold, sharp smile appeared on his lips. "It seems you're quite loyal. In that case, go and meet King Yama."

As he spoke, he thrust the dagger in his hand with force.

"Wait!" A look of panic flashed in the man's eyes.

He came for money, and when faced with death, he would eventually compromise.

Feng Jiutian's blade grazed his skin, drawing blood. "Speak! Who sent you?"

The man in black's life was now in her hands, and his body stiffened.

He didn't hold out for long before saying in a hoarse voice, "Yes, it was a concubine in your prime minister's mansion who paid the money. She gave me a thousand taels of silver to take your life."

Aunt?

In the Prime Minister's mansion, it seems that only Qian Wanyi is so eager to get rid of her concubine.

Feng Jiutian's dark eyes narrowed. Just as she had thought, it was someone sent by Qian Wanyi.

However, she was quite generous, actually spending a thousand taels of silver to send someone to take her life.

However, it's hard to tell whether Qian Wanyi overestimated the skill of the assassins she hired or underestimated Feng Jiutian's strength.

However, no matter what, she will probably be disappointed.

Because the body of Feng Jiutian at this moment no longer houses the useless, cowardly, and incompetent Feng Jiutian, but a special forces mercenary who has traveled from the 21st century.

No one can provoke her again and again; everyone who tries to harm her must die!

Including this hitman who took money from people and wanted to kill her!

Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian's eyes darkened, and she mercilessly slashed the other person's neck with the dagger in her hand. She could even clearly feel the warm blood of the other person splashing onto her hand.

But suddenly!

As if sensing something, Feng Jiutian instinctively moved to the open window and looked up outside.

A dark figure stood high above the opposite building.

In the darkness of the night, the other person's face was completely covered, with only their eyes showing. They were extremely alluring peach blossom eyes, yet they did not give off a frivolous feeling.

Even many years later, Feng Jiutian could still remember that night. The tall and elegant man stood there in the night wind, the wind lifting the hem of his clothes, his eyes shining brightly, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

"Who are you?"

Feng Jiutian frowned, his cold eyes fixed on the newcomer.

The other person's eyes seemed to hold a vast expanse of mist, making it impossible to see into their heart.

Time was passing by, and Feng Jiutian looked up while secretly gathering strength in his hand, ready to throw the dagger out as soon as his opponent made a move.

To her surprise, the man made no move, but turned and left immediately. His deep eyes were calm, yet they struck her heart directly.

What kind of eyes were those?

It's as if one has traversed thousands of miles of worldly dust, standing atop a high place, witnessing the tumultuous world.

He walked past the wall as if it were a courtyard or a street, his calm eyes showing no emotion, as if Feng Jiutian were just an ordinary person, and he had not witnessed her killing anyone.

Feng Jiutian lowered her eyes and looked at her blood-stained hands.

She couldn't understand what kind of person he was. He had witnessed the entire murder, yet he could leave so nonchalantly.

A gentle breeze blew, and the blood that was just warm turned cold. The blood-stained sleeves were cold and damp, making Feng Jiutian's skin crawl.

She frowned. Her physical condition was really too poor. It seemed that she would really need to take good care of herself in the future.

Thinking of this, her gaze swept over the corpse on the ground, her eyes gleaming, and suddenly she thought of an excellent idea.

Feng Jiutian slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a rare smile.

She's really looking forward to tomorrow's show.

……

The next morning, as her maids dressed her up, Qian Wanyi revealed a beautiful and gentle smile.

She believed that soon she would receive news that Feng Jiutian had died in his house in Nanyuan.

The thought of eliminating this major threat made her lips curl into a smile, and joy welled up inside her.