Chapter 52: Cult Leader Luo Hao
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Within the uninhabited, densely forested Lushan Mountain range in Jiangxi Province, China, a World Heritage Site, a robust elder with a head full of white hair and a face etched with wrinkles, seemingly around 80 years old, stood ramrod straight at the foot of a hill, his expression grave as he waited for something.
"Vice-Leader, what brings you here?" An ethereal voice echoed from the mountaintop, barely discernible as feminine.
"Holy Leader, wise and virtuous, may your reign last for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations. This subordinate has come to report an anomaly concerning the actions of the newly born King of Japan in the Far East, which has triggered the Leader's secret decree," the elder reported, kneeling on one knee, head bowed, his voice solemn and reverent.
On Lushan Mountain, inside a small hermitage, a young woman in the prime of her youth sat gracefully on a platform, her fingers delicately plucking a zither. Her face was serene, her posture reminiscent of a mimosa. Her silky black hair, surpassing even the finest silk in its beauty, was styled in three braids. She was dressed in a traditional white Hanfu, the attire of ancient Asian women, yet her slender legs were adorned with modern black stockings, hinting at a veiled allure.
This was Luo Hao, the Martial Arts King residing in the Jiangnan region's Lushan Mountain, one of the oldest living Campiones, a woman whose beauty rivaled that of the gods.
She was the domineering ruler who established the Holy Cult of the Five Mountains, commanding the loyalty of over 30% of China's sorcerers and martial artists through oaths sworn upon their inner demons. She was a Devil King standing at the pinnacle of the world's martial arts.
"When did Japan give birth to a King equal to me?" Luo Hao asked, her brow furrowed slightly as her fingers continued to dance across the zither strings. Ethereal music resonated through the mountains once more.
Two hundred years had passed since she usurped the powers of a god. She hadn't bothered to investigate the Campiones who emerged during that time, nor did she have any interest in doing so. Remembering their names after they introduced themselves was enough.