The white-haired girl’s eyes were also stunningly beautiful. Set within the pure whites of her eyes were pupils like colored glass, which revealed a dreamlike spectrum of colors under the light.
The Pure Holy Spirit, having just awoken from her slumber, blinked her long, dark, slightly curled lashes, wordlessly watching Westheid as he waded through the water toward her.
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH—
When the black-haired, purple-eyed Duke Qinghui arrived before the white-haired girl, she sat up and extended a slender arm. Her jade-like, slender fingers gently touched Westheid as she sighed in an incredibly pleasant and gentle voice,
"Ah, my child... you’re so handso. Though my other children are also beautiful, you are the most beautiful of all."
The Pure Holy Spirit’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she rapturously observed and caressed Westheid’s cheeks.
"Wait, is this really that important right now?"
Westheid was finding it hard to keep a straight face. He had wondered what the Pure Holy Spirit’s first words would be, but he never guessed she would start fawning over him the mont they t.
The Pure Holy Spirit nodded without the slightest bit of self-awareness and said,
"Of course! It’s only natural that the child I bless is the most beautiful. This is very, very important! Even more important than life itself!"
"My child, I was worried you might have used so forbidden power to save and ended up all tattered and grimy. But thank goodness that didn’t happen."
In truth, Westheid had indeed resorted to any ans necessary to grow stronger. The powers within his body were nearly a painter’s palette of different colors.
The white-haired girl joyfully opened her arms and said coaxingly,
"West, carry !"
"..."
’What’s with this sudden urge to kick her?’
Westheid realized the Pure Holy Spirit’s mind worked completely differently from an ordinary person’s. ’Is this a characteristic of a Holy Spirit?’ They were always so obsessive and extre.
The Radiant Holy Tree pathologically pursued endless proliferation and expansion, and the Feast Fire Holy Spirit’s hatred for Chaos was paramount. It followed, then, that the Pure Holy Spirit’s pursuit and defense of beauty was just as absolute.
Thinking this, Westheid felt a sense of relief. ’I’ll just treat it like the Pure Holy Spirit is playing at being a Source God!’
Obeying the Holy Spirit Ancestor’s request, he lifted the white-haired girl in a princess carry. The Pure Holy Spirit, in turn, wrapped her arms around the man’s neck.
A refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and even Westheid, who had known countless won, couldn’t help but feel a mont of dazedness.
’She really does sll good. Very good.’
The Pure Holy Spirit’s physical body was the absolute peak—delicate and firm, every part of it a testant to the definition of beauty.
Westheid carried the Pure Holy Spirit out of the shallow lake and onto the small island at its center.
Just then, Yolanda also approached cautiously. Not daring to look directly at the Pure Holy Spirit, she bowed and said,
"An-An... Ancestor."
The white-haired girl tilted her head. "And you are?"
"I am Yolanda of the Qinghui Clan. Although I possess only a trivial and diluted amount of the bloodline, I am still a descendant blessed by you."
Yolanda spoke with trepidation. Although the Holy Spirit Ancestor’s appearance was sowhat different from what she had imagined—she had expected a much grander figure... but it didn’t matter. No matter what her Ancestor looked like, it wouldn’t hinder the admiration in the heart of a devout mber of the Qinghui Bloodline.
The only thing that made the platinum-blonde girl uneasy was whether she, as a mber of a branch family, would be worthy of the Ancestor’s notice. After all, in noble families with special bloodline inheritances, the internal relationships could be sumd up in one belief—the divine right of the direct lineage.
Those of the Direct Lineage were inherently nobler than those from branch families. During the Qinghui Clan’s golden age, never mind a disciple from a branch family—even within the Direct Lineage, only the Patriarch himself was qualified to communicate directly with the Holy Spirit Ancestor.
"Oh, are you my child, too?"
The Pure Holy Spirit reached out to stroke Yolanda’s platinum-blonde hair, appraising the girl’s delicate and enchanting, fairy-like beauty.
Then she smiled with satisfaction.
"You’re beautiful, too. All of you are beautiful."
Yolanda had overthought it. The Pure Holy Spirit couldn’t care less about the tedious rites and rules set by mortals. The first and only thing she cared about was appearance. It seed that even without the Blood of Qinghui, as long as soone was beautiful enough, it was fine.
’What an absolute looks-supremacist.’
Westheid complained silently before clearing his throat and saying,
"As much as I’d like to continue exchanging pleasantries, our current situation isn’t luxurious enough to be wasting ti."
"The Purity Forest is only temporarily safe. Large swaths of the Chaos Domain have yet to be purified, and Chaos could return at any mont. Shouldn’t we be discussing how to deal with this?"
"Waaah—"
At the ntion of this heavy topic, the Pure Holy Spirit imdiately started to whimper, burying her head in Westheid’s shoulder.
"Don’t you try to avoid the problem!" Westheid snapped. "Or do you actually want to be tainted by Chaos Corruption? And drag us all down to die with you?!"
The Pure Holy Spirit lifted her head slightly, revealing one eye that would inspire pity in anyone who saw it, its gaze rippling with an intoxicating charm.
"N-No, that’s not it... It’s just... I really don’t want to face those Monsters again! Just one look is enough to give nightmares! Oh, right, West! You were able to return so quickly and had the power to drive away Chaos—you must have gotten help from the Supre Yang! Let’s ask the Supre Yang for help again!"
"As long as the Supre Yang takes action, everything will be all right!"
The white-haired girl’s small hands gripped Westheid’s shoulders. Her lively eyes blinked as she looked at the man’s handso face, full of hope.
The Supre Yang... Westheid froze for a mont before he realized the Pure Holy Spirit was referring to the Radiant Holy Tree.
"You’re still counting on that Oath to save you?"
Westheid rcilessly shattered the Holy Spirit Ancestor’s fantasy, saying,
"Unfortunately, I have rewritten the Prosperity Oath. From now on, the Radiant Holy Tree is no longer your suzerain. The Qinghui Territory no longer has to bear the duty of guarding Imperial’s frontier, and by the sa token, we can no longer expect to receive any aid from the Oath."
The Pure Holy Spirit’s beautiful eyes widened slightly. "Eh?"
So, Westheid patiently explained the cause and effect to her.
The Pure Holy Spirit imdiately wailed,
"We-We-We... West! Why? Why would you do that?! Without the Supre Yang’s help, how are we supposed to fend off Chaos?!"
Westheid said, his voice full of exasperated disappointnt,
"In the past thousand years, Imperial hasn’t helped the Qinghui Territory much at all! How can you be so spineless! The Radiant Holy Tree is a Holy Spirit, and you’re a Holy Spirit too. You both had the sa start. Don’t you have even the slightest thought of taking its place?!"
"The Qinghui Territory must walk a path of independence and self-reliance, asking for help from no one! We will define the new era! We will create a new supre being!"
Westheid directly voiced words that would be considered high treason in Imperial.
To create a new god!
In any Realm of Order, the topic of Celestial Gods was extrely sensitive, and the subject of "god ascension" was completely taboo—even more serious than the cri of blasphemy!
Yolanda imdiately gave Westheid an "I knew it" look. He had barely concealed his ambition.
But the girl didn’t find it absurd. Yolanda would unconditionally support anything that would elevate the Qinghui Clan’s status.
The Pure Holy Spirit, on the other hand, was startled. She hurriedly tightened her arms around Westheid’s neck, her pretty face flushing red as she said,
"West! How could you say such a thing?! Th-That’s different! Impossible! Impossible!"
"I can’t do it, I absolutely can’t! I can’t do sothing so incredible, becoming a god or whatever..."
The Pure Holy Spirit’s resistance was within Westheid’s expectations. So, the man smiled faintly and said,
"If you lack the spirit and will, then you are fated never to set foot on the Ascension Ladder. No matter. Since you have no opinion of your own and just go with the flow, then obey . Follow my commands."
"And then, help beco a god."
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