[Looks fierce but is actually a good puppy of an attack x Seems weak but is actually a big shot of a receiver]
Bo Mu died suddenly and transmigrated. The good news: he became the king of the Deer Tribe. The bad news: the Demon Tribe’s army was at the gates.
The moment he opened his eyes, the red-robed Demon Venerable had him pinned against the throne, a hand around his throat. “Hand over the Lingqi Woodlands, or I’ll slaughter your entire tribe.”
Bo Mu could hardly breathe. His eyes welled with tears, and a barrage of messages from another world suddenly appeared in his mind:
[Son, hurry and say you want a political marriage!]
[The Demon Venerable may treat you as a substitute for his childhood crush, but he’s at the very peak of combat strength!]
[Exactly, marry him! The Demon Tribe has abundant mines and spiritual veins everywhere!]
With red-rimmed eyes, Bo Mu gathered his courage and said, “A political marriage is better than slaughtering my tribe. I’ll help Your Venerable improve his cultivation!”
The dignified king of the demons, now the Demon Venerable’s Dao companion, thought he could lie flat from then on. But the Deer Tribe was weak in battle, and the Demon Tribe was desperately poor…
The messages from another world had failed to mention that the mines in the demon realm hadn’t been opened, and its spiritual veins hadn’t been excavated!
Opening mines and building roads, training troops and forming an army: none of it was free. Lie flat? Not a chance. The only right path was to make money!
As his commercial empire kept expanding, the mystery of the divine seal, buried for a hundred years, gradually came to light…
Very nice, highly recommended