Following Luo Hao, who used Qinggong, they traversed dozens of kilometers and arrived at a small temple deep within Mount Lu.
The so-called small temple specifically referred to a convent inhabited by female practitioners, a spiritual training ground not open to the public.
The small temple where Luo Hao resided wasn't large, about a hundred square meters, styled with old-fashioned brick and tile architecture. Though it was kept impeccably clean.
However, it was clearly an aged house.
It was hard to believe that a Godslayer who ruled mainland China, founded a sect, and controlled politics from afar would live in such a modest place.
It was even harder to imagine Luo Hao, with her personality, not residing in a palace adorned with gold and jade, but dutifully staying in this small house, not leaving for decades.
At that moment, the strikingly beautiful woman in front suddenly turned around and said with a slightly apologetic tone, "The house is a bit simple, I hope you'll forgive me."
After speaking, Luo Hao walked to the courtyard, fetching water from a mountain spring channeled through bamboo pipes, while asking, "What tea would you like?"
"Just regular tea."
Aslan observed the courtyard. He noticed that, aside from a stone table and bench clearly used for relaxation, there were only a few common tools. He asked curiously, "Luo Hao, are you training patience here?"
At that moment, Luo Hao, who was brewing tea directly with the power of her palm, frowned.
"Patience? I don't need such complicated things."
She then added an explanation.
"Living here is just a habit."
Turning her back to Aslan, she said lightly, "The outside society has no place for an old relic like me."
"I see."
Aslan didn't understand her thoughts. How could he, a young man, comprehend Luo Hao's sorrow of feeling that her old acquaintances had passed, and that despite the vastness of the world, there was no place for her?
After all, the Little Garden was vast, and the various worlds were even vaster, large enough for her to create as much as she wanted.
At that moment, after skillfully and elegantly brewing a cup of hot tea, Luo Hao raised her teacup.
"I don't like drinking alcohol, so I'll substitute it with tea."
"This time, it was my fault for overthinking and making a mistake. I admit my error."
However, her eyes couldn't hide a trace of irritation. Even after seeing Aslan's record of defeating four God Slayer in Europe, her first reaction was that Aslan was coming to pick a fight, especially since he was considered King of the End.
Luo Hao paused here and continued in a calm tone, "If you want to take my life, go ahead."
Hearing this, the corner of Aslan's mouth twitched. Where did this ancient person come from?
"How about marrying me instead?"
Aslan blurted out, instinctively retorting.
Luo Hao's expression didn't change, only slightly furrowing her brow.
"Then send the dowry and marry me properly."
"Cough, cough…"
Aslan, who was drinking tea, nearly choked.
"What? Don't tell me you're not interested in me, Luo Hao?"
Seeing Aslan's slight hesitation, Luo Hao frowned and looked at him with a hint of disdain.
Aslan's demeanor reminded her of the rotten Confucian scholars from the Qing Dynasty who deceived women with sweet words.
"That's not it."
Aslan pondered for a moment and said. Willing or not?
This was a very serious question.
He might say he wasn't willing verbally, but in the end, his body would be honest.
However, Aslan also knew that someone like Luo Hao, who valued rules, would be incredibly troublesome to marry. He didn't want to marry an ancestor.
Plus, Karyou hadn't been officially married yet. It would be hard to explain when he returned.
At this point, in a sense, Karyou was the legitimate wife, and Leticia had willingly become a maid.
Thinking of this, Aslan gave a subtle glance to Athena beside him.
Athena, catching the signal, was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood and said to Luo Hao, "What about the dowry customs, then?"
"After all, English customs differ from Chinese ones."
"But is he really King Arthur?"
Luo Hao snorted coldly but spoke frankly.
Aslan's Chinese was more fluent than hers. He even knew about cutting hair as a substitute for execution. Was that something a Western barbarian would know?
And there were many ways to confirm someone's origin, like habits, tone of speech, movements, and so on, which could verify Aslan's identity.
Especially his contempt for that monkey—it was an arrogance ingrained in his bones.
If she weren't certain that Aslan's lineage was actually Han, how could she, Luo Hao, agree to marriage?
Aslan coughed awkwardly. He hadn't expected his perfect disguise to be seen through by Luo Hao.
In truth, there was no disguise. Aslan, under the Heroic Spirit Arthur or in his normal state, only differed in hair and eye color; everything else remained the same.
It was just that, whether in the Little Garden or other worlds, the people he dealt with generally weren't Chinese.
So no one noticed anything unusual.
But in Luo Hao's eyes, it stood out somewhat.
At that moment, Luo Hao snorted coldly and looked at him with displeasure.
"What's wrong? Even now, you won't reveal your real name?"
"Aslan."
Aslan nodded slightly, stating his real name.
Being found out so easily was a bit embarrassing.
At that moment, Luo Hao frowned. She seemed to understand the other's concerns and sighed.
"Fine. What you're worried about is just worldly matters. Why should we, children of the martial world, bother with such rules?"
"In the end, what I, Luo Hao, seek is only the pinnacle of martial arts. Household intrigues and palace struggles aren't what I desire."
But other than this, what else could she do? Who told her to lose? She already belonged to him.
Though it was just an excuse Aslan gave, she had no intention of denying it.
Based on the strength Aslan had shown, he was worthy of her.
Hearing this, Aslan's expression changed, and he said with a broad smile, "Since Cuilian says so, it'd be rude for me to refuse."
Luo Hao snorted coldly and looked at him with slight annoyance.
"You're good at seizing opportunities!"
Aslan shrugged and said with a hint of narcissism, "What can I do? Great charm works like that."
Hearing this, Luo Hao raised her brow, as if realizing something.
"I see. So you're already married. I was too presumptuous."
But the words Luo Hao had spoken wouldn't be taken back. A man, if taken, is taken.
If she was truly unhappy, they could have a real duel.
Aslan laughed heartily.
"Just to be fair."
After speaking, he raised his teacup, saluted Luo Hao, and then said, "What's Cuilian's opinion on the Monkey God at the Japanese's place?"
Luo Hao frowned and said directly, "What opinion? Of course, find a way to send it to hell. If possible, annihilating its soul and body would be even better."
With a flat expression, Luo Hao uttered terrifying words, and Aslan nodded slightly in agreement.
The Monkey God was the name given after being sealed by the Japanese. As for its real name, both Luo Hao and Aslan had the same thought.
That beast didn't deserve to bear it.
As Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, a childhood hero for both Aslan and Luo Hao, was now sealed by the Japanese and turned into a toy for others to play with.
No Chinese person could tolerate such an insult and would naturally want to eradicate it.
Luo Hao had gone to Japan and tried to eliminate Sun Wukong, but in the end, she only wiped out a group of Japanese and tested ways to break the seal.
It required the sacrifice of an Earth Mother Goddess. This wasn't something Luo Hao could do.
She could kill gods but couldn't capture one alive.
"Unfortunately, one condition is missing. I've never been able to find an Earth Mother Goddess willing to sacrifice her life."
Luo Hao sighed, speaking with a slight grind of her teeth.
Aslan set down his teacup, rubbed his head, and said teasingly, "You're too soft-hearted. If you were a bit crueler, it would've been done long ago."
Hearing this, Lilliana beside him froze. She blinked in confusion, looking at Aslan and then at Luo Hao.
Luo Hao? The leader of the Holy Cult of the Five Mountains? Was she related to the term "soft-hearted"?
The two most brutal God Slayer in the world were Marquis Voban and Luo Hao.
Marquis Voban had nearly massacred all the nobles in Europe at the time, establishing his Godslayer reputation.
As for Luo Hao? She single-handedly suppressed all of China. Even now, most people considered the Holy Cult of the Five Mountains a demonic sect. How could she be soft-hearted?
Otherwise, guess how the Qing Dynasty was overthrown? Why did Japan relocate its capital? What did the two nuclear explosions cover up?
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Luo Hao showed a curious expression. She set down her teacup and tilted her ear to listen to Aslan's explanation.
"I think the secret magic of the Western Heaven Palace must be performed by Japan's Hime-Miko, right? They must have a way to undo it. It's just that the losses you've inflicted haven't been enough for them to willingly cancel it."
Aslan sipped his tea and said flatly.
Why did Japan seal the Monkey God? Wasn't it to have a god-level combat force for critical moments? It couldn't be to raise a grandmaster, could it?
There must be Susanoo's plan behind this.
It's just that the plan was deeply hidden, even requiring the Monkey God to cover it up.
"So, you mean?"
The corner of Luo Hao's mouth curved into a faint smile. She seemed to start understanding his point.
For some reason, Aslan suited her taste perfectly.
"Of course, kill. Kill from top to bottom. Start with the high officials and nobles. First, carry out a one-in-eleven purge."
Aslan said coldly.
"As long as it's not undone, keep purging until Japan has nothing left. If the island sinks, the seal will naturally break."
"My husband is right. So, it turns out Lian'er was a bit too soft-hearted."
Luo Hao looked at him with an enlightened expression, her eyes glinting with a hard-to-describe admiration.
"And, Lian'er, don't you think our domain is a bit small?"
"My husband is right."
Lilliana looked at this pair of Hell Kings, who somehow seemed very much like a married couple, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
A one-in-eleven purge? Starting with high officials and nobles? This was truly reckless of consequences.
She took back her earlier words. What was Marquis Voban, the most brutal Godslayer?
In her opinion, he wasn't even worthy of carrying Aslan's sandals. What was true brutality? This was true brutality!
Even Marquis Voban hadn't thought of purging nobles from top to bottom. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many noble knights left in Europe.
For some reason, Lilliana felt a bit grateful that Europe had been well-tamed by Marquis Voban and knew its place.