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

They moved so fast that none of the patrol team noticed them.

That figure was none other than Feng Jiutian, who had secretly sneaked into the palace under the cover of the torrential rain!

She was dressed in a black night outfit, her black hair was tied up high with a headband, and she wore a black veil on her face.

From a distance, it seems to blend perfectly into the night.

Feng Jiutian looked around and, seeing that no one was patrolling, took out a sheepskin map from his pocket.

Above is the detailed map of the palace that the man gave her!

The map above shows a shortcut to avoid the Imperial Guards, and also marks the location where the Seventh Prince resides.

However, while the heavy rain tonight made things easier for her, it also made her body feel cold, which was a bit too much for her to handle!

"You old bastard." Feng Jiutian couldn't help but feel angry when he thought about yesterday's transaction.

Before setting off, after agreeing to make a deal with Xuanji Zi, she happily accepted Xuanji Zi's "Hidden Dust Pill" from her spiritual sea.

But before she could even eat it, Xuanjizi's words left her speechless and frustrated.

Xuanjizi said that although the Concealing Dust Pill can make one invisible for three hours, it has a drawback: if an ordinary person who has not cultivated takes it, the user will experience weakness and drowsiness for at least ten days.

Ten days!

If she remains weak or unconscious for ten days, the Qian mother and daughter could probably kill her openly or secretly!

That old jerk practically dug a hole for her.

"Hehe. I've already given you the pill. Whether you use it or not is up to you. Anyway, according to the agreement, you have to find me the Rainbow Grass after this is over." This was Xuanji Zi's lazy reply at the time.

That old rascal can be really shameless sometimes...

"Don't be angry, you still came in safely, didn't you? Don't worry, for your little life, this old man used his limited spiritual power to detect your surroundings." Xuanji Zi's voice rang in his mind.

Feng Jiutian was truly helpless against this rogue old man.

"Boom!" A thunderclap echoed in the night sky, followed by a bolt of lightning that streaked across the heavens.

The rain is getting heavier.

Outside a palace somewhere!

Taking advantage of the lightning illuminating the imperial city, Feng Jiutian's black figure dodged like a black cat, swiftly bypassing several defenses and palaces.

About half an hour later!

The figure weaving through the rainy night finally found the Wensheng Hall where the Seventh Prince resided.

Before she could get close, she suddenly heard Xuanji Zi's voice in her mind: "Wait, girl! There are sentries here."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes and looked around.

Sure enough, she found a hidden spot in a dark corner not far away, and at a glance, she couldn't see anything unusual.

Upon closer inspection, two blurry black figures were discovered in the shadows, motionless, like stones.

Sure enough, there was someone.

At this moment, Xuanjizi spoke again: "Those two sentries should be martial artists, but their cultivation is not high. I can use my spiritual power to hide your aura for a while, but it won't last long, so you'd better hurry!"

After saying that, there was no sound, but the invisible spiritual power suddenly enveloped Feng Jiutian, and his aura seemed to have disappeared without a trace!

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but smile.

It seems that this eccentric old man, although he often bickers with me, is still very helpful when it matters.

Upon hearing Xuanji Zi say that they could move, Feng Jiutian darted forward at top speed, and with a flash of cold silver needles, he sealed Feng Jiutian's throat with a dagger!

Killing people with cold weapons is getting easier and easier for me.

After dealing with the two sentries, Feng Jiutian quietly slipped into the Wensheng Hall, where the Seventh Prince resided.

To be honest, the entire palace was magnificent and resplendent, but the Wensheng Hall was far too remote and simple.

It's clear that the seventh prince doesn't hold a very high position in the palace!

Feng Jiutian approached the main house.

She had only just approached when she heard some noises inside the house. She immediately stopped and slipped out to the dark window!

It sounds like people are talking inside!

Feng Jiutian looked around, then gently peered into the room through the window paper with his finger.

She just didn't expect that what she saw would be such a "surprising" scene!

In this world, who has ever seen a servant sitting on a stool eating and drinking, let alone pointing fingers and lecturing his master?

Gee!

Take a look at this one and you'll know what's going on.

Inside the house!

An ugly old woman was sitting comfortably, eating the delicacies on the table with an air of self-importance.

Meanwhile, the seventh prince, the master of the Wensheng Hall, was lying on the ground in a sorry state, his wheelchair overturned to the side.

The black veil that had been covering her face had disappeared, revealing half of her face that had been disfigured.

He looked uneasy and tried several times to push himself up from the ground with his hands, his arms trembling slightly.

Unfortunately, he had no feeling below his waist, and every time he tried to get up, he would fall to the ground with a "thud".

Extremely disheveled!

However, his disheveled state seemed to provide amusement for the ugly old woman who was sitting at the table like a hostess, eating and drinking, and her appetite was whetted.

"Still not willing to beg me?" The ugly old woman grabbed a big chicken leg, took a greasy bite, and glanced mockingly at the Seventh Prince on the ground.

That posture, that tone, that look—it was the complete original version of a wicked slave.

"Hmph!" The Seventh Prince's face darkened, and with a wave of his arm, he pushed aside the chair leg next to him.

"Ding Dong!"

The chair bumped into the bronze mirror hanging on the wall, making a loud noise.

The ugly old woman was startled by the sound and quickly jumped up from her chair, running outside to see if anyone had heard the noise and rushed over.

Upon seeing this, Feng Jiutian immediately turned around and hid in a corner, where he remained undetected.

Seeing that no one was around, the ugly old woman breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the room. Seeing the Seventh Prince still on the ground, she let out a cold laugh:

"You're throwing a tantrum? You think you're one of those princes, a useless piece of trash? Humph, you're a good-for-nothing! Call me 'Grandma' and I'll take pity on you and help you up."

Upon hearing this, the Seventh Prince's face darkened and his body seemed to tremble slightly with anger, yet he appeared to be unable to refute anything and thus restrained himself.

But the ugly old woman became even more aggressive: "So what if I called you a good-for-nothing? Are you angry?"

He then sat down again, eating the delicious food with gusto, and said, "Stop struggling. Look at your pathetic appearance. You're a good-for-nothing, and you'll be a good-for-nothing for life! Quickly apologize to your aunt. If I'm in a good mood, I'll help you up, you good-for-nothing."

This wicked servant's deceitful behavior towards his master is truly infuriating.

Feng Jiutian, who was secretly spying outside, frowned unconsciously upon hearing what the wicked servant said.