Game World: I Can Share Talents

Westheid had considered the idea, but he hadn’t tried it yet.

The charge of "forbidden experiments" was a secondary concern. As the saying goes, the sky is high and the emperor is far away; the Qinghui Territory, located in the Borderland, was largely beyond the jurisdiction of the Realm of Order.

If he conducted his work secretly behind closed doors, he would likely only receive a warning even if discovered. Unless the Divine Ancestor personally issued the command, the Imperial would never launch an expedition against a Branch of Prosperity.

The main problem was a technical one. The Purity People could successfully adopt the path after a simple modification surgery.

After all, the Blood of Qinghui acted as a binding agent, allowing them to be directly brought under the influence of Bright Radiance Manifested in the World. But it wasn’t so simple for outsiders who completely lacked the Blood of Qinghui.

Ultimately, he had to find the source of the Blood of Qinghui to solve the problem, even if she seemed completely unreliable.

"...So, that’s my idea. What do you think?"

In the Holy Land Garden, Westheid held the Pure Holy Spirit. The white-haired girl sat comfortably in his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.

She reached out, repeatedly stroking his stunningly handsome face, her brilliant eyes shining with adoration.

"Hehe, so handsome..."

"I said, were you even listening?"

Westheid said, pinching the Pure Holy Spirit’s flawless cheek.

"Ah... what?"

Westheid had no choice but to repeat his request, adding:

"To put it bluntly, the Qinghui Bloodline is created through the cumulative influence of the Purity Forest over time. As an Order Creature born from the Holy Land, you should be able to accelerate that process, right?"

After he finished speaking, he clenched his fist and pressed it against the Pure Holy Spirit’s cheek. If this unworthy ancestor of his dared to raise any objections, he was ready to let his fist fly.

Their past few negotiations had all gone this way. Fists, it seemed, were more persuasive than words.

As was their custom, the Pure Holy Spirit had to put on a show of defiance. She couldn’t just cave the moment Westheid threatened her, and this time was no exception.

The white-haired girl’s delicate frame trembled. Then, biting her lip, she stated her own condition:

"Mmm... I suppose I can accelerate it, but... no ugly people! Absolutely not! I wouldn’t accept them even if you beat me to death! Otherwise, my adorable children will all be tainted!"

’Good grief. So ugly people don’t even deserve to live, is that it? You’re way too obsessed with appearances.’

The clans of each Branch of Prosperity received special bonuses from their bloodlines, such as the Chaos Resistance of the Fire-Feasting People, or the Magic Talent of the Sky Law People.

Each bonus was a unique advantage, the very foundation of their clan’s survival.

And the Purity People? They were beautiful. There wasn’t a single unattractive person in the entire clan. In terms of sheer quality, they even surpassed the Pure-blood Elves of the Royal Court.

The greatness of the Holy Spirit needs no further explanation.

’What a useless Talent. The min-maxers must be fuming.’

"Fine, I agree."

But Duke Qinghui agreed readily, because it wasn’t a trade-off he needed to make.

Most of the Naturalized People who would be accepted as Purity People were capable Transcendents. And once someone stepped onto the Path of Transcendence, the life-elevating power ensured they wouldn’t be ugly, even if they didn’t become stunningly beautiful.

No matter how unworthy his ancestor was, she was still a key pillar of his forces. It was only natural to humor her a little.

"Oh, then there’s no problem."

The Pure Holy Spirit had her principles, but only the one. Seeing Westheid nod, she gave a contented stretch.

Setting down the white-haired girl who had been snuggling in his arms, Westheid walked slowly to the window.

Below him stood a palace in the middle of a lake, located at the heart of the garden and surrounded by blooming flowers, lotus leaves, and oak trees.

The Pure Holy Spirit hadn’t been bluffing when she said she’d build a love nest for Westheid. She had constructed this palace immediately afterward.

He had to admit, Old Deng had an artistic streak. This hand-built "love nest," supported by a wooden structure, possessed a unique, pristine forest aesthetic that was a refreshing change of pace for Westheid, who was accustomed to the magnificent and extravagant style of the Imperial.

Looking out, he could see attendants scattered around the lake. These attendants, who had also taken up the Holy Tree Path, could help the Pure Holy Spirit maintain the garden, saving her from having to expend her precious Holy Spirit Power on upkeep.

As ownership of the Purity Forest had already transferred to Westheid, Duke Qinghui had modified the Barrier, granting free access to the garden to a number of people.

Besides Yolanda, Reiya, Mivana, Rozana, Hecate, and others, there were also some important confidants, and even the maids who served Duke Qinghui within the palace.

The Pure Holy Spirit expressed no objection to this, even though it was a long-standing tradition in the Qinghui Clan that only the Patriarch could have an audience with the Holy Spirit.

In reality, however, that wasn’t the case at all. As long as they were good-looking, beautiful people, she couldn’t care less.

"By the way, West," the white-haired ancestor asked, "are you having a small gathering tonight?"

The direct consequence of placing his administrative residence next to the Holy Land was that Westheid’s daily socializing and relaxation now took place in the Holy Land Garden.

There were large gatherings and small ones. Large gatherings were for meeting and discussing matters with his confidants. A small gathering, however, was what the Pure Holy Spirit was so eagerly awaiting...

Private tutoring! A magnificent demonstration!

Letting the Pure Holy Spirit secretly watch the beautiful "children" couple was a perk Westheid had promised her, one she absolutely had to enjoy.

"Generally speaking, I hold a large gathering two or three times a month. As for small gatherings, those happen maybe seven or eight times a month," Westheid replied.

"But the specific timing isn’t up to me. I’ll have to ask."

’Even if intense desire is considered a Patriarch’s virtue, it’s impossible to hold ’developer conferences’ all day. Relaxing once in a while is more than enough. Besides, it’s boring if there’s only beauty without substance—that is, power. I don’t have the time or energy to waste on common tramps.’

’It’s more important to use this time to grind affection with T0 characters like Reiya and Mivana, or other T1s.’

Down on the first floor, a soft, light-brown carpet covered the wooden planks. Yolanda was sitting barefoot on it, her eyes closed in concentration. When she heard Westheid’s footsteps, the platinum-blonde girl opened her beautiful violet eyes and said:

"Brother, are you finished speaking with the Ancestor?"

"Yes. Is anyone coming back tonight?"

Westheid asked, naturally referring to Reiya or Mivana, neither of whom was any less busy than he was.

After the Chaos Tide in the Qinghui Territory was repelled, the grand spectacle of aid arriving from all corners of the land came to an end. Logically, many of those people should have departed.

For instance, Shamuel, Reiya, and Mivana... Officially, they had all come to help the Qinghui Territory in its recovery efforts. But now that the great undertaking was complete, they showed no intention of leaving.

Mivana’s situation was simple enough—she only had to justify it to herself. Reiya and the others, however, had to make excuses to their superiors back in the Imperial. Thus, they were forced to extend their stay under the pretext of "pacifying the populace and rooting out Chaos" in the Borderland. While they couldn’t keep this up forever, they planned to stall for as long as possible.

This led to a certain "life is short, so live it up" mentality.

Yolanda said, "It seems Her Highness Reiya and Miss Mivana are both free. I’ll go contact them now."

With that, the platinum-blonde girl shot him a meaningful glance before heading out.

’Hiss— If that’s the case, this situation doesn’t look good at all.’

Just as Westheid was contemplating how to handle the impending ’terrifying battle,’ Yolanda, who had just left the palace, immediately returned. Her expression was grave as she said to Westheid:

"Brother, there’s urgent military intelligence."

"Mecha have appeared on the front line!"