War Lord Chiyou, Lu Yinghua: Master, Are You Sure You Don't Want Me Dead?

"War Lord—Chiyou."

Luo Hao spoke calmly, as if she had no idea how terrifying what she had just said was.

Lu Yinghua's face was full of question marks. The complicated emotions he had felt toward his master moments ago vanished completely beneath the name [War Lord Chiyou].

Was Master sure she wanted to cultivate him into a Campione?

Why did it feel like she wanted him dead instead?!

This was Chiyou! One of the Three Ancestors of Huaxia!

The legendary War Lord!

If this figure stepped out of myth, then given his status in mythology and the almost fantastical embellishments of later generations, the strength he possessed would be unimaginable.

Even his proudest martial arts would probably be crushed outright.

Was she really trying to cultivate him into a Campione?

He opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but Luo Hao had no interest in continuing and had already returned to the house.

In the end, Lu Yinghua left with a complicated expression on his face.

Just one short day had given him a feeling greater than all the experiences of his past decades.

He needed to calm down properly, then think about the summoning ritual for [War Lord Chiyou] seven days from now.

He also had to consider what preparations he should make over the next seven days to ensure that he could slay [War Lord Chiyou] in battle instead of being beaten to death as an unfilial descendant.

Still, with Chiyou's personality, if he truly managed it, Chiyou would probably be happy, right?

Though he still felt the odds of being beaten to death were greater.

Marquis Voban had no idea that Luo Hao had begun arranging her own funeral.

She had even set her sights on an existence of immense importance in Huaxia's history