Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 140 - 138: The Ancestor Has No Objections

The area before Westheid had once been a mix of rolling hills, earthen slopes, and tangled shrubbery. But now, every tree, weed, and rock had vanished without a trace.

Even the severed limbs of Chaos Demons were a rare sight. The land, scoured by the Shadow-Born Blade, was absurdly flat. Dark red flames had scorched the ground black, and crimson sparks drifted through the air.

The only survivor of the beast tide was the Mad Beast Vanguard. However, this mid-level Chaos Hundred Forms was only delaying its death for a moment. After struggling forward a couple more times, its mangled body, with only half its limbs remaining, finally stopped moving and collapsed just a few steps from Westheid.

The mountain-like corpse of the Mad Beast Vanguard was engulfed by flames, the thunderous, fiery blaze swiftly consuming the Demon’s body.

The Dragon Soul Furnace began to feed pure Magic Power back to Westheid. Compared to a Giant Dragon, very little could be extracted from a Chaos Demon, but the sheer quantity of them made up for it, bringing Westheid a feeling of extreme satisfaction.

Every inch of his body blazed with heat. The power plundered from the Chaos Demons caused a series of explosive rumbles within him, nourishing his entire being.

But at this moment, Westheid couldn’t even be bothered to feel the enhancement from the Dragon Soul Furnace. He just stared blankly at the scorched earth before him.

’Did I really do this?’

If one were to consider destructive potential alone, an Exemplar Tier Transcendent might be able to create such a scene. In fact, Legendary Powerhouses were perfectly capable of achieving this level of ground-clearing destruction—but that would require unlimited time and zero interference.

But Westheid had caused such destruction in just a few moments. His power output was maxed out. Completely and utterly maxed out.

In terms of DPS alone, he was almost on par with the Legendary Tier.

’Have I really become this terrifyingly strong?’

It wasn’t just Westheid who was stunned; the onlookers also let out cries of astonishment, much to his satisfaction.

"Fire... By the Feast Fire Holy Spirit!"

The first to speak wasn’t even Yolanda, but Shamuel, the young woman in the gothic dress. She invoked the name of her Holy Spirit Ancestor and nearly jumped into the air, her delicate, snow-white face flushed with excitement as she clapped her hands.

"Such scorching and terrifying flames! Duke Qinghui! You are truly worthy of being the master chosen by Shadow-Born!"

Words weren’t enough for Shamuel. She came scampering over and gazed at the scorched earth. The residual heat warped the very air, washing over her in a wave and causing her cheeks to flush a deep crimson.

Shamuel immediately started spinning in place, then covered her left eye, from which faint flames were escaping, and began to extol Westheid:

"You are like a sovereign who wields crimson death and clear lightning! Such a flame, one that incinerates all filth and darkness... it must... it must be the very cradle that birthed my ancestor, the Feast Fire Holy Spirit!"

"Duke Qinghui, Duke Qinghui! Can I go take a closer look at these embers? Can I, can I, can I, can I?"

"...Do as you please."

Stared at by the young woman’s blazing eyes, Westheid nodded.

As Shamuel eagerly ran toward the scorched earth, he held up Shadow-Born and carefully examined the blade, which looked as if it were forged from Red Jade.

He understood now why it was so powerful.

First, he really had a few too many buffs stacked on him.

There was the pure destructive power of the Dragon Soul Furnace. The Withered Glory Sun granted him nearly infinite stamina and Magic Power. Knightly Hundred Arts provided a high damage bonus. And his bloodline Talent, In Purity, allowed him to gain a terrifying boost from this very land.

These boons, when combined, had created a monster of pure stats. Westheid had gone to great lengths to acquire his Talents for free, and as a result, his true strength could no longer be measured by his Tier.

In short, the boy was a terror. His foundation was deep, his cultivation solid. He was invincible within his own Tier and could even challenge those in higher ones.

However, these Talents and Specialties weren’t actually the most crucial part. The truly decisive factor... was this blade, Shadow-Born.

[Effective Against Chaos; Derived Flames Cannot Be Nullified; Unbreakable; Dauntless Edge; Solely Bound]

At the time, Westheid had only thought the tachi was cool and hadn’t paid much attention to this string of traits. He just thought Dauntless Edge, Unbreakable, and Solely Bound were very convenient—practically standard features for a signature weapon.

But the truly heavyweight trait was the first one.

Effective Against Chaos... Damn it, Westheid hadn’t expected it to be *that* effective. Theoretically, a Shadow Fire Weapon that Shamuel casually whipped up would also have this property, but there were levels to "effective."

This wasn’t just a matter of being "effective" anymore. This was a natural predator!

"Brother... what have you even protected?"

Yolanda approached, her expression a mixture of emotions, and spoke slowly.

Although the platinum-blonde girl wanted to praise her Patriarch’s divine might, staring at the desolate, scorched earth and its spreading embers, she could hardly imagine what a hellscape it would create if these flames ever reached the Purity Forest.

’This is making me sweat.’

’And why can you, as the true-blue Qinghui Patriarch, cause such pure destruction? Isn’t our Qinghui Bloodline supposed to embody elegance and Aesthetics down to its very core?’

’No, seriously, are you from the Shadow Flame Clan or the Qinghui Clan?!’

Yolanda grumbled, "This fighting style is even more terrifying than Chaos Corruption."

Westheid glanced at his masterpiece. He, too, thought it was a little over the top, but overall he was very satisfied. The power level was simply explosive. Whether it looked cool or not wasn’t that important in comparison.

"This is a necessary sacrifice. I think our Holy Spirit Ancestor would have no objections."

Westheid said gravely, "When dealing with Chaos, one must be as ruthless as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, as a wildfire consuming the plains. How can we drive Chaos from our home if we are timid and hesitant? Therefore, do not grieve over the destruction caused by war. As long as we can achieve final victory, all these sacrifices are worthwhile!"

’Westheid felt not a shred of guilt. After all, if the Purity Forest burned, it wouldn’t affect him directly. The Pure Holy Spirit was the one who would feel the pain.’

’Who’s to blame but my own worthless ancestor for not trying hard enough? If the Pure Holy Spirit had just done some actual work instead of focusing on all that flashy, useless nonsense, the Qinghui Territory wouldn’t have been breached so easily by the Chaos Tide.’

’Every time I see the power and wealth of the Shadow Flame Territory and the Yuanshi Territory, I get so angry I could grind my teeth to dust.’

’They were all Holy Spirits, and the Pure Holy Spirit’s rank was very high, but her personality was just outrageous. Even though generations of Qinghui Patriarchs had done their best to govern effectively, without the full support of their Holy Spirit Ancestor, the Qinghui Territory still became the weakest Branch of Prosperity.’

"AH!!"

Just as Westheid was trying to convince Yolanda of the idea of destruction before rebirth, Shamuel, who had been running around the scorched earth looking here and there, let out an extremely shocked cry:

"Du... Du-Duke Qinghui!"

The flaxen-haired young woman came scrambling back, unable to even maintain her elegant and composed, yet overly dramatic... no, *profound* posture, her small face filled with shock.

Westheid asked, "What is it?"

Shamuel waved her arms wildly. "The Chaos... The Chaos Contamination is gone! This area... the places that were scorched... all the Chaos Corruption has been purified away!"

"???"

.......

’Alright then. Now the Pure Holy Spirit *really* has no reason to complain.’