Lu Yu's Gratitude Toward Luo Hao, Su Yunqing's Joy

That was precisely why his fear of Cult Master Luo Hao ran even deeper than Lu Yinghua's.

The lingering admiration and thoughts from his previous life had long since been worn away by the day-after-day torment, transforming directly into disgust and resistance toward women.

The more beautiful a woman was, the more resistant he became.

Of course, that did not mean he had started liking men.

It was still somewhat regrettable. There were clearly so many beautiful female characters in this world.

Lu Yu sighed, though he could not exactly call himself unlucky.

His aptitude truly was not good. Whether it was martial arts, Taoist Sorcery, the Western path of knighthood, or Magic, his talent was merely average.

Had he not happened to appeared on Mount Lu in the body of an infant, and had Luo Hao not happened to find him, someone with his aptitude would never have been qualified to become Luo Hao's direct disciple.

Much less slay a Heretic God and become a Campione.

Even Kusanagi Godo's path to becoming a Campione had involved far too many factors of luck. Even knowing the full process of his godslaying, Lu Yu had no confidence in replicating it.

If Luo Hao had not been his master, then regardless of which faction in this world he had been born into, he would never have had the chance to become a Campione, even if his master had been another Campione.

Luo Hao had used precious resources to cleanse his marrow and reshape his veins, improving his aptitude. She had also used methods he could not accept, though they were remarkably effective, to make his body passively memorize martial arts moves and combat techniques.

She arranged for specialists to teach him knowledge in every field through Taoist Sorcery, strengthening his foundations.

Then,