The King?

It had been almost a month since Mery had joined the family, and now she knew what she had to do and could do it all on her own. Not only that, she had reached the end of the Martial Demon Grandmaster stage. She had enough qi in her body to completely break through the Martial Demon King stage at any time, but she was unable to do so due to gardening.

Even her constant consultation with Nalin and Vered had a great effect on his cultivation. The teachings Nalin had given her had already managed to turn her into a monster above her rank. Therefore, her development was progressing at an incredibly fast pace.

Admon, on the other hand, was happily eating, drinking and doing other things because he stopped living life like the main character. His favourite thing to do during these times was to create hand carvings. He created large or small carvings in his own mind and sometimes he liked to make large sculptures.

In this century, he even made a statue of a goddess that made those who looked at it tremble. The goddess's hair was jet black and the star motifs on her dress seemed to show an immortal eternity to those who looked at it. It seemed as if the god himself had made this statue. Admon didn't know who this person was and how he remembered her, he seemed to have seen her a long time ago. The only thing he knew was that just looking into the eyes of the goddess was good for him.

As a result, everything was going quite well, quietly, calmly and with understanding....

"Thud-thud-thud!"

Admon was about to start carving the wood in his hand when he suddenly heard the sound of the door and stood up. He didn't know who was coming, or why, but rather chose to walk to the door, confused as to what was happening.

"Thud-thud-thud!"

When the door was knocked again, he opened the door and saw a group of people in front of him, although he could not understand what was going on, he said "welcome, are you looking for someone?" and waited for a response from the group in front of him.

"Hello, can we speak to the owner of this place? We have something to tell him." 

As soon as Admon heard what the man at the front of the group in front of him said, he was confused and questioned what kind of trouble he was getting into. He didn't know whether to draw his sword from his inventory and fight or stop. Since it would be the best option for him to choose to speak politely for the moment, he said, "I am the owner of this place, please come in."

The group was quite surprised. The person in front of them didn't even look older than 20 years old, with blood red eyes and hair that didn't even reflect the dark light, he looked like a real demon.

Each of them was very confused and understandably so, it was difficult for an ordinary person to look into those eyes on a continuous basis, especially when Admon was measuring the level of danger, which made everything even more oppressive.

Admon walked back inside and the group followed behind him.

"MY KING, IS HERE!?" one of them shouted loudly as the group entered and he, like the whole group, could not believe his eyes. From the moment they stepped inside, their spiritual energy increased. Each of them noticed the sculptures, carvings, paintings, calligraphy, and to top it all off, the smell of good food wafting through their noses. Each of these artistic things literally possessed the incredibly rare sacred qi or natural qi, and some of them were home to spiritual qi.

On top of that, the fish in the garden's pond was an immortal, the surrounding trees were alive and each one was an immortal, and the vegetables planted in the garden were all sacred beings. It was impossible for the group not to be surprised.

"If we don't want to die, we will shut up, shut up." When the king said this, they had already reached the inner parts of the garden. The garden was almost 700 metres in diameter and therefore it would take a short time to walk from one place to another at normal speed. That's why the king and his entourage continued to move forward, albeit shakily.

Eventually Admon led them to a larger pavilion and gestured for everyone to sit down. The group sat down, albeit with trepidation, and waited.

"Mery, can you get some snacks in here!" Admon suddenly shouted, and the king and the rest of the group were left dumbfounded. 

"King?" One of the group gently addressed the king and tried to decipher his expression. The king looked as if he was about to cry. Knowing that his daughter was okay was the best news he had received in years.

"The king?" Admon suddenly turned in surprise towards the man who was said to be the king and started to watch him with his astonished eyes. 

"My name is Lawrence, sir, and I am the king of the demon beast tribe," the man who was said to be the king suddenly stood up and got down on his knees.

Admon was even more puzzled and confused, trying to understand why a king would get down on his knees in front of him. Could he be stronger than he thought? Perhaps the demon beast had realised his power and that was why he had fallen to his knees.

"How do you do, Mr Lawrence, I'm Admon, how do you do." Admon responded politely and greeted him. Even if he couldn't understand what was going on, it was the least he could do.

"I can't thank you enough sir, thank you very much!" Lawrance said suddenly and as soon as he said that Mary came out of the house and started walking towards the group. Without glancing at the group, she approached the table and placed the tray on the table.

As soon as she looked up, the smile on her face disappeared and was replaced by confusion. Admon was still trying to sort out his confusion when he suddenly heard Lawrence's voice:

"My girl! You're really alive!!!"

Admon stared in disbelief for a few seconds and then turned his head from Mery to Lawrence and back again, wondering, "Your daughter? What was going on here?