bookcurios Chapter 145 features a nightmare.
Chapter 145 features a nightmare.
After all, his spiritual power is indeed very destructive, which is unavoidable.
Feng Jiutian looked at the ceiling riddled with holes and his lips twitched slightly.
"I'll give you three days."
Although it sounded nonsensical, Yun seemed to have figured out Feng Jiutian's personality and actually understood, nodding quickly: "Okay, I guarantee it will be exactly the same as before in three days."
Upon hearing Yun's assurance, Feng Jiutian turned and left, heading towards the Seventh Prince's room.
Behind him, Yun watched Feng Jiutian's retreating figure as Ji Yu quietly appeared beside him.
"This demon's strength seems to be much weaker than that demonic power."
Yun nodded solemnly.
The victory was too easy; it was far inferior to that demonic power.
"I just don't know why these demons are so determined to kill Feng Jiutian," Ji Yu asked, puzzled.
Yun shook her head.
This is also something he can't understand.
Before, Feng Jiutian's reputation could only be described as that of a good-for-nothing, and one who was not valued at all. It was only after he entered the Royal Academy that he began to show his talent and became known to everyone.
Moreover, he observed that Feng Jiutian had nothing on him.
If it was an old grudge, why didn't you take action before entering the Royal Academy? It would have been the least safe option to do so inside the Royal Academy.
If it was a new grudge, Feng Jiutian had never left since he entered, so where could he have offended them?
Ji Yu frowned deeply.
On the other side, the Seventh Prince's gate was wide open, as if he knew Feng Jiutian would come.
Feng Jiutian, with an air of familiarity, pushed open the door and went in.
The Seventh Prince was reading a book in his room when he saw Feng Jiutian enter. He closed the book and looked at him gently.
Would you like some tea?
Feng Jiutian nodded, stepped forward, and pushed the Seventh Prince's wheelchair to the table.
As she gazed at the delightful tea ceremony, Feng Jiutian stared somewhat absently at the Seventh Prince's face.
The person in front of me was completely different from Mo Shaoxie. Mo Shaoxie was charming, cold, cruel, and powerful, like a king of the night.
This person, on the other hand, is gentle, possessing a kind of gentleness born from profound enlightenment, and has a unique temperament.
Although Feng Jiutian was initially very disappointed in him, she gradually discovered the Seventh Prince's inner qualities as they spent more time together.
They are clearly two completely different people, so why do I always have this feeling that the person in front of me is Mo Shaoxie...?
Could it be that my sixth sense was wrong?
Feng Jiutian frowned deeply, unaware that even the Seventh Prince had stopped and was looking at her.
The Seventh Prince chuckled softly, handed the tea to Feng Jiutian, and asked gently, "What are you thinking about?"
Feng Jiutian snapped out of her daze and shook her head.
"nothing."
Perhaps it was her imagination; how could the gentle person in front of her possibly be Mo Shaoxie?
Mo Shaoxie is too powerful; there is absolutely no way he would be content to remain in a wheelchair.
Feng Jiutian thought to himself as he sipped his tea slowly.
Another night passed quietly. The academy was unusually quiet that night, which disappointed the students who had been hoping to see a show.
Early in the morning, after seeing off the Seventh Prince, Feng Jiutian strode towards the advanced mage class.
The Advanced Mage Class, as the name suggests, is full of mages, and they are all geniuses.
Geniuses naturally have their flaws; they are arrogant, unwilling to submit to others, and at the same time, they admire the strong.
Feng Jiutian stood on the stage, raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw a familiar face.
Huang Hai looked at Feng Jiutian with excitement, almost wanting to rush up and give him a big hug.
"Feng Jiutian, please give me your guidance."
Feng Jiutian introduced himself in a cool and aloof manner, then sat down in the last empty seat without looking back.
Ji Yu behind him chuckled awkwardly, withdrew his restless hand, and coughed lightly.
"Alright, I think you've all heard of Feng Jiutian's name. Since that's the case, you should get along well and not let me find out if you've had any conflicts, or else you'll be subject to class rules."
Ji Yu said sternly.
The people in the audience sighed and nodded knowingly.
The professor is trying to establish his authority in front of the new students, which is understandable.
Ji Yu pursed his lips, then suddenly changed the subject.
"I think you all know what happened a couple of days ago, so I won't say much more. I only have one request: don't act rashly, and report anything to the school. Otherwise, whatever the consequences, your families will have to bear them. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
The students in the audience nodded in unison.
Seeing this, Ji Yu stopped saying anything and began to give a detailed lecture.
After a few days, Feng Jiutian finally understood why so many people wanted to attend the advanced mage class.
The difference is truly remarkable, even just in the way they teach.
The advanced mage class didn't focus much on theory, but rather on practice, and all the experience and methods benefited Feng Jiutian greatly.
After a few days, Feng Jiutian felt extremely satisfied.
The only regret is that he has been unable to advance in rank, and his cultivation of spiritual power is extremely slow.
She cultivates as a Contract Master, not an ordinary Mage. Contract Masters cannot advance without sudden enlightenment.
Feng Jiutian knew that she couldn't rush things, so she had no choice but to remain calm.
……
With a muffled thud, several pills emerged from the furnace, surrounded by golden light.
"Not bad, you're already an intermediate-level alchemist." Xuanji Zi said excitedly, her eyes filled with pride as she looked at the pills.
How many alchemists can advance from novice to senior alchemist in such a short time!
Alchemy is a slow process and extremely prone to failure.
Some people spend their entire lives stuck at a certain level, never managing to refine the elixir they desire.
While the difference between the beginner and intermediate levels may seem small, it requires countless hours of alchemy experience and moments of enlightenment, making advancement extremely difficult.
Becoming a high-level alchemist basically depends on talent.
Feng Jiutian looked at the pill in his hand, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.
"It's a pity that my spiritual power hasn't been increasing," Feng Jiutian murmured to himself.
If my spiritual power can be upgraded, perhaps this time the pills will be even better.
"Haste makes waste. Don't rush, take it slow," Xuanji Zi said soothingly, afraid that Feng Jiutian might develop nightmares due to the influence of spiritual power.
Feng Jiutian nodded, put away the pill, and pondered carefully.
If her spiritual power doesn't increase, everything she does now will be in vain.
It seems it's time to explore the library again.
Feng Jiutian pondered with a deep gaze, secretly thinking to himself.
As night fell, Feng Jiutian slowly released his spiritual power to explore his surroundings.
The surroundings were very quiet, and because the school was on high alert, no one dared to come out at night.
There was no powerful aura around.