Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 143 - 141: The Pure Holy Spirit’s Communication

Hm?

The voice that echoed in Westheid’s ear was beautiful, like the ripple of a clear droplet falling into a lake, striking a chord in his heart.

"You are...?"

Westheid’s heart skipped a beat. After confirming this wasn’t some raving or auditory hallucination caused by Chaos Erosion, he asked tentatively.

"...It’s me, the Origin of the Blood of Qinghui, the Pure Holy Spirit..."

Seemingly able to get a response from Westheid, the beautiful voice sounded jubilant and immediately said:

"Child, I am your ancestor..."

Westheid’s reaction was instantaneous:

"Say that again? Who the hell’s ancestor are you? You’ve got some nerve! To hell with you!"

"Eek!? Mmm..."

The other party seemed frightened by Westheid’s furious outburst, letting out a whimper like a small animal:

"But... but, I really am. Even if I didn’t physically give birth, child, the blood flowing through you is the bloodline I blessed... That much... should be the real deal."

After his reflexive outburst, Westheid immediately realized who he was talking to.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this was the target of his trip, the Holy Spirit Ancestor who desperately needed rescuing.

Although the Qinghui Clan were said to be descendants of the Pure Holy Spirit, this wasn’t a biological concept. Rather, the Holy Spirit had taken a special liking to a particular bloodline, directly bestowing its blessing upon the family and sharing a portion of its True Soul with the True Blood, passing it down through the generations.

The Yuanxi Clan, the Shadow Flame Clan, and even the Imperial Family were all like this. Though not direct biological offspring, in the Extraordinary concepts of the Mortal World, this bond was even closer than that of a parent and their own child.

So, Westheid said slowly, "My apologies. I overreacted. I have no choice; if I were any less aggressive, I wouldn’t be able to protect my family."

"It’s... it’s alright. You poor child, you must have suffered a great deal, haven’t you?"

The Pure Holy Spirit comforted him in a soft, sweet voice.

"Suffered? Not exactly."

Westheid said flatly, "I merely spent a few years as a homeless dog, that’s all."

The Pure Holy Spirit immediately let out a sorrowful cry:

"SOB SOB SOB... I’m so sorry. It’s all because I was too weak... If only I had tried harder, this wouldn’t have happened..."

’So you *do* know you’re weak!’

Although the fall of the Qinghui Territory was partly due to the intensifying Chaos Tide, the root cause was the Pure Holy Spirit’s inaction.

Why did the Imperial have the Branch of Prosperity guard the borders and defend against Chaos? Wasn’t it precisely because of the existence of god-tier beings of Order like the Holy Spirits, who defied common sense?

A single Holy Spirit’s ability to suppress Chaos surpassed that of thousands of Imperial soldiers. This was the very foundation of the Branch of Prosperity’s confidence in fulfilling its duty. The Shadow Flame Territory, for example, faced what could be called the greatest pressure from Chaos in the entire Imperial, yet it remained as steady as a mountain. Why? Because the Feast Fire Holy Spirit actually did its job!

It passed on its legacy when it needed to, bestowed blessings when it was time, and would even intervene personally when necessary. Its support was maxed out.

In contrast, the Qinghui Territory’s Pure Holy Spirit was utterly negligent in its duties. Rather than reinforcing the Barrier or blessing its warriors, it preferred to waste its power on all sorts of strange things.

For instance, weaving an incomparably beautiful and mysterious garden, maintaining the grass and flowers so they would never wither, keeping the spring water perfectly clean and clear, and even creating a greenhouse in the very center of Purity Forest with a freely adjustable environment and temperature so the flowers and plants could live healthily.

The Pure Holy Spirit poured all its energy into the pursuit of beauty, like a fairy-tale princess oblivious to the ways of the world. In the field of Aesthetics, even the Succubus-Ascended Emperor Qianlu would have to praise it as a master.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Demons had no appreciation for beauty. They simply smashed right through the Barrier, which hadn’t been reinforced for years, with a single punch.

Then they marched straight in and brutally ravaged the Qinghui Territory.

"Forget it. I don’t want to yell at you. What’s past is past."

After listening to his good-for-nothing ancestor’s miserable apologies for a long time, Westheid sighed and said:

"I came here to save you... Since you’re able to contact me, it means the situation isn’t too dire yet, right?"

"Eh? Really? Child, my lovely child is coming to save me? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... Come save me, hurry, hurry up, please, please come save me!"

The moment Westheid expressed his intent to rescue her, the Pure Holy Spirit immediately let out a pitiful plea:

"It’s full of ugly monsters outside, and the Demons are so mean! I’ve been trapped here for so long, my physical body has even been dragged out, and I can’t get back..."

"Don’t panic. First, tell me the details of your situation."

Westheid said, placating the weeping Holy Spirit Ancestor.

Being able to contact the Pure Holy Spirit was a good thing. At the very least, he could learn about the situation inside the Purity Forest to help plan his next move.

"Mhm, mhm, mhm... Ever since those Chaos Demons ran into my back garden, I got scared and put up a shield, using the Barrier to resist their attacks. But a little more of the forest falls every day. I’m about to collapse..."

"The Holy Land’s Magic Pool should have some reserves, right?"

Westheid immediately asked, "If the Magic Pool is still relatively full, how long can you hold out at most, maintaining the Barrier and ensuring the Purity Forest’s integrity?"

The origin of a Holy Spirit is its Holy Land, a blessed place where Spirit Veins converge. A large Magic Pool is usually built there, sufficient to supply the entire region.

The Pure Holy Spirit had been able to withstand the Chaos’s fierce onslaught for over two years precisely because it was sitting on such a nearly inexhaustible Magic Pool.

"Oh... the Magic Pool. The Magic Pool was full back then. It’s being used up a little fast now... I can probably hold on for another year? Eight months? Half a year? Sob, my head’s a bit of a mess. It would be great if I could get out within three months."

Westheid: "Such a wide margin of error? That can’t be right. Is the impact of the Chaos Tide really that strong?"

"Their attacks have always been at the same frequency, but my flowers have been tainted and need more Magic Power to care for them, or else they’ll wither."

Hearing this, Westheid sensed something was wrong and frowned:

"Don’t tell me you’re still maintaining that damn garden at a time like this?"

"Of course! I spent hundreds of years building it! And it’s not all bad, my physical body being pulled out. I can rest in the hot springs, wash myself in the lake, and even drink sweet dew!"

The Pure Holy Spirit said with childlike innocence.

His fists clenched. Hard.

’Case closed! No wonder the Pure Holy Spirit fell so quickly! You’re completely surrounded by Chaos Demons, and you’re still tending to your garden?’

’What is this, Old Buddha?’

He was about to pass out from anger at his unbelievably stupid teammate.

"...Sigh. Why have you stopped talking?"

Hearing only the sound of Westheid taking one deep breath after another, the Pure Holy Spirit asked innocently:

"When are you coming to save me?"

Westheid, in a rare state of seeing red, did his utmost to restrain himself and said:

"I have a general idea of the situation. You can hold out for at least three more months and keep the core area of Purity Forest from being corrupted, right? I’ll break through the Chaos blockade before then."

He didn’t even bother asking the Pure Holy Spirit to give up her secret garden. It would be a waste of breath; she definitely wouldn’t listen.

"Mhm, mhm, I’ll do my best! Also, can you please stop setting fires? All the charred bald spots are really ugly, and it hurts me too..."

Westheid: "Shut up, Old Deng! You’re making demands now? You don’t have the right, got it?!"

If their fates weren’t tied together for good or ill, Westheid really would have let Chaos brutally corrupt and defile this insufferable Holy Spirit, and then he would have gone and farmed the Gold Coins from her corrupted form.

It was as if natural selection had completely missed the Pure Holy Spirit’s intelligence.

"Sob sob... Didn’t you say you wouldn’t yell at me?"

Afraid he’d be angered to the point of incoherence if he continued the conversation, Westheid stopped paying attention to the Pure Holy Spirit’s muttering.

He turned and left without the slightest hesitation.