Multiverse's Holy Right

Lu Yinghua, originally the young master of the Lu family in Hong Kong, became the sole disciple of Luo Hao, the leader of the Five Great Mountains Sacred Cult and a Campione who had ruled over the ancient lands of China for two centuries.

Thanks to this connection, the Lu family of Hong Kong gained immense influence and held a prestigious position within the Five Great Mountains Holy Cult.

However, in Roy's eyes, Lu Yinghua's life as the young master of the Lu family could only be described as miserable. Though he was only around thirteen or fourteen years old, Roy could clearly see a deep-seated disdain for women in his gaze.

Having grown up under the tutelage of a leader like Luo Hao, even if his master was a breathtaking beauty, her temperament had twisted Lu Yinghua's psyche from an early age—so much so that he had even lost interest in women altogether.

"Enough, all of you may leave. The only one worthy of conversing with me, Luo Hao, atop this Kyoto high ground is Roy alone. The rest of you are not even fit to listen!"

The cult leader showed no dissatisfaction with this newly arranged residence atop Kyoto Tower. The decor was simple—just a few floor cushions and some incense burners. But given that Luo Hao had secluded herself deep within Mount Lu for a century, it was clear she was not one for luxury.

She cared not for others' opinions, shooing away everyone present like flies, as if merely sharing the same space and breathing the same air as her was an immense honor.

Neither the Japanese representatives nor those from the Five Great Mountains Holy Cult felt humiliated by her dismissive attitude. In fact, they were rather relieved. Facing a cruel and capricious Campione like Luo Hao was akin to gambling with their lives.

"This one shall take her leave as well. I have no desire to share a room with her."

At that moment, Athena also stepped forward. She cast a look of disgust at Luo Hao before speaking softly to Roy.

The proud goddess had always shown Roy great respect. In front of outsiders, she never opposed him or overstepped his authority. Even in the face of Luo Hao's provocations, the goddess of war suppressed her innate revulsion toward Campiones.

The wise goddess knew exactly when to act and what to say in any given situation.

"Very well, Athena. Take Asherah and leave for now."

Roy agreed to Athena's request to depart. If she stayed, he suspected Kyoto Tower might not survive the night.

"Hmm. If you end up fighting this woman, summon me through our contract. Let us slay her together."

Athena's nightingale-like pupils suddenly took on the cold glint of a serpent as she glanced at Luo Hao.

Though she chose to leave for now, it did not mean she would retreat before Luo Hao. In fact, if these two women were to engage in a life-or-death battle, Roy suspected Athena might even have the upper hand.

Athena's martial prowess was no less than Luo Hao's—perhaps even superior in the heat of battle. After all, Athena was a goddess who held dominion over war. Her combat skills were divine from the very beginning, and with her ultimate trump card, the "Sword of Wisdom," she was more than capable of eliminating any Campione.

"Hah! If it were the past when you, Athena, spoke such words, I, Luo Hao, would surely engage you in three hundred rounds of battle right here, making you regret your words... But today, I met Roy by the roadside, and my heart is light, so I shall forgive your disrespectful remarks!"

Both Luo Hao and Athena were women of immense pride. Their gazes locked, surges of divine power and curse energy swirling between them, the tension so palpable it seemed they might strike at any moment.

This was a nightmare for the Japanese personnel surrounding them. If a Campione and a Heretic God were to battle here, they would undoubtedly perish, and the entire city of Kyoto would likely be reduced to ruins.

"Hmph!"

In the end, it was the more rational Athena who turned away first. The petite goddess paid no heed to Luo Hao's bravado, calling out to Asherah before departing Kyoto Tower.

Witnessing this, Roy sighed inwardly. These powerful, noble women were each as proud as the last. Unlike Liliana and Erica, who stood far beneath Roy in status and power—allowing him to command them as he pleased—figures like Athena and Luo Hao were far harder to control.

They each possessed their own indomitable will, their own unyielding pride, preferring death to submission. Their composure and self-assurance were captivating, even awe-inspiring, but it also meant their lives could never be dictated by others.

Roy's mentor, Scáthach, was much the same. These extraordinary women were like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each excelling in her own way, yet all sharing that same unshakable core. They were not the type to fawn and flatter at the mere display of a man's dominance.

Before long, only Roy and Luo Hao remained atop Kyoto Tower.

"Finally, those bothersome nuisances are gone. Roy, sit here with me. Since I, Luo Hao, have promised to share wine and merriment with you, I shall keep my word!"

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"Facing wine and singing, how brief is life! Like morning dew, past days slip away in sorrow."

Tonight, Kyoto's sky was clear, a crescent moon hanging high above. The sect master recited poetry in a voice as serene and pure as an orchid in a secluded valley.

Opposite Roy at the summit of Kyoto Tower, Luo Hao had changed into an exquisite palace gown, its sleeves flowing like water, its hem swaying gracefully. The Han-style attire bore few adornments, yet its ethereal drapery accentuated the sect master's transcendent aura. Her features were as delicate as a painting, like a fairy of the moon palace, her light makeup accentuated by the ruby lips that lightly touched the white jade cup in her slender hand, adding to her radiant beauty.

Gazing at this celestial beauty seated across from him, Roy momentarily lost himself, half-wondering if he had wandered into the halls of the Heavenly Emperor. She resembled both a noble lady of regal bearing and a reclusive Daoist nun from the mountains.

"For the sect master to treat me with such grace truly leaves me flattered and overwhelmed."

Roy reclined lazily on the white tiger pelt beneath him—all brought by the Five Mountains Holy Church, who clearly understood their master's preferences well.

Luo Hao cast an approving glance at Roy, admiring his unrestrained, free-spirited demeanor.

Between the two of them stood a wooden table adorned with several delicacies. One dish featured meat cubes arranged as neatly as mahjong tiles, glistening red like agate. Unable to resist, Roy picked up a piece with his chopsticks—tender yet firm, rich without being greasy—a perfectly authentic Dongpo pork.

Before Roy lay a bowl of clear broth, its surface floating with translucent wontons filled with diced vegetables and minced meat. The vibrant colors within—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet—swirled like a kaleidoscope, refracting a spectrum of light.

All these dishes had been personally prepared by Luo Hao, leaving Roy in awe. The sect leader's culinary skills were as peerless as her other arts. Merely the ability to make food glow like this already placed her at the level of a master chef.

It was precisely because of such hospitality that Roy had uttered his earlier praise.

"No need for such astonishment," Luo Hao said. "Just don't let word spread that Luo Hao possesses such skills... In my youth, I was raised as a proper lady of the Luo family, trained in all feminine arts. But now, as a supreme ruler standing at the world's apex, it would undermine my dignity if people knew I still cooked with my own hands."

After a pause, she continued, "...When we crossed briefly by the Canghai shores, I recognized you as my equal in martial prowess. You and I are kindred spirits—I acknowledge you as my comrade. Unlike those who stumbled into their supreme power through mere fortune, we've walked paths of grueling effort known only to ourselves."

In that moment, Roy understood why Luo Hao regarded him differently. Both had endured inhuman suffering to attain their divine martial arts. Her tone made clear her disdain for Campione like Marquis Voban, though Roy could empathize—the trials he'd endured under Scáthach's tutelage dwarfed even the legendary battles between Campione and Heretic Gods.

That Luo Hao had become the martial world's supreme ruler without being a Campione proved she too had crossed oceans of suffering through indomitable will. Such iron-willed individuals, though rare, existed in this world. Yet no matter their perseverance, most would never glimpse the divine realm—proof that the Campione world was far from fair.

Were it not for Aiwass's angelic magecraft, Roy doubted he'd have had the fortune to slay a god.

"Come, taste this wine aged two centuries through curses," Luo Hao said, pouring him a cup. "Meeting you today has lifted my spirits, so I had my subordinates rush this from Mount Lu. Though we are Demon Kings, let us emulate the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove tonight—drinking beneath the moon, listening to the wind!"

The haughty sect leader raised her jade-like hand and drained her cup in one swift motion.

"A flask of wine amidst flowers, drinking alone with none to share..." she recited. "Should we ever cross blades hereafter, know that I, Luo Hao, will show no mercy—I'll cut you down myself!"

"The Sect Master is truly magnanimous. I once heard people speak ill of you and thought you might be difficult to get along with. But now, I feel as though I could consider you a kindred spirit."

Roy sighed in admiration, realizing he and Luo Hao shared many similarities—both were domineering and self-assured. However, Luo Hao's boldness manifested in her words and actions, while her demeanor was more akin to a peerless beauty.

Roy, on the other hand, expressed his dominance and grandeur more through his actions and bearing. In speech, he carried the refined manners of an English gentleman.

"Most people in this world are foolish. Why bother with their senseless chatter? However, Roy, your Chinese is excellent, and you've deeply grasped the essence of our culture. It doesn't seem like something you've acquired merely through the gifts of a Campione."

Today, Sect Master Luo Hao was in high spirits, clinking her cup with Roy's in a toast.

Roy merely smiled faintly. Of course, he wouldn't tell Luo Hao that he was, in fact, originally a "native of the Heavenly Dynasty."

But now, Roy no longer saw Luo Hao as a moonlit fairy. Instead, she seemed more like an empress reigning supreme over the world!

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