Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 398 - 27: Well, There Goes the Female Audience

As the Capital of a Realm of Order, the Central Royal Court was less majestic than Gale Heart and less prosperous or vast than the Holy Root System. Ultimately, the Central Royal Court was no divine miracle of Emperor Qianlu’s. It held not a single trace of his legacy and was built purely by mortal hands. However, thousands of years of accumulation had turned every one of the Royal Court’s pavilions, palaces, and courtyards into a pinnacle of artistry.

Compared to the humans of the outer realms, the Elf Royal Family possessed far longer lifespans. They had no need to tirelessly pursue combat, fame, and power like the Knight Lords and Imperial Nobility. Within the nigh-unchanging Thousand Laws Royal Court, the Elf Royal Family spent their days doing nothing but eating and sleeping, and that was it!

Because of this, they had ample time and energy to devote to an ingrained pursuit of "Beauty." Nearly every member of the Elf Royal Family was an experienced artist who had dabbled in music, painting, sculpture, dance, and poetry... with no shortage of master-level geniuses among them.

As a result, the architecture of the Royal Court, which they designed, took luxurious indulgence to its absolute extreme.

Duke Qinghui, as someone who had personally experienced the Imperial Capital, Gale Heart, and Su Yue, had to admit in all fairness that when it came to indulgence, the Elf Royal Family were truly in a league of their own. For reasons that were an open secret in the darker corners of the Royal Court, a large group of Elf Noble Ladies had moved into the vicinity of his side palace, a place that was once quiet.

After Duke Qinghui returned in triumph, the ladies heard that Westheid had been wounded in his battle with the Celestial God’s Shadow. They then spent several days building a healing hot spring behind his side palace.

The open-air hot spring was illuminated by dim yellow lights, surrounded by lush green vegetation and towering, layered groves of bamboo.

The slightly viscous water was infused with all kinds of precious spices and medicinal herbs, releasing waves of a soul-refreshing fragrance.

DRIP... DRIP... DRIP... DRIP—

A small fountain continuously circulated and sprayed the bathwater. Westheid soaked in the warm, healing spring, stretching his body comfortably as he felt a tingling numbness and prickling pain spread through his limbs.

Even if they had only shared fleeting encounters, the Elf Noble Ladies’ goodwill was immense. Westheid genuinely felt that this healing hot spring was effective—at the very least, it was incredibly comfortable to soak in.

’Divine Power... it’s truly a marvelous thing...’

His Withered Glory Sun could heal any wound caused by mortal power in the blink of an eye, but it was helpless against Divine Power. The conventional wounds left by the Master of Decay had long since healed completely. Only the injuries from the few strikes empowered by Divine Energy still ached deep within him, refusing to fully mend.

It was a long time, relatively speaking, but the wounds were still healing slowly and would likely recover fully in two or three weeks. However, this pace was clearly unsatisfactory for Westheid. His appetite had long been spoiled by a Talent for infinite regeneration.

But Duke Qinghui also knew he needed to get used to the unique nature of Divinity. Even a Tier T0 Talent couldn’t hold a candle to true Divinity. In the world of the Poem of Destiny, Divine Energy was, without a doubt, the highest priority.

’The clearest, the purest, and the power that best represents the Constant Order...’

Westheid murmured, lifting his hand.

The Legendary Celestial Rank was merely the starting point on the path from Extraordinary to Saint. The power gap between Legends could be enormous. Everyone at that level had their limiters removed, so how strong they became depended entirely on their own efforts. There were no special mechanics, only raw differences in stats.

If there was a clearly distinct Tier above Legend, it would be the mastery of Divinity. ...Yes, even without Ascension, it was possible to master Divinity.

Divinity was, in essence, the purest form of the Power of Order—a power capable of altering reality and overwriting causality. While Celestial Gods were the apex of Divinity, mortals who met extremely demanding conditions could also contain and wield a sliver of Divine Energy.

For such beings, the Legendary Celestial Rank was no longer an accurate descriptor. Westheid preferred to call them "Transcenders," or perhaps... "Demigods."

Westheid licked his lips. ’I’ve been studying the Thousand Law Notes for a few days. It’s about time I tried using Divinity. But I wonder how effective it will be if I use it this way...’

"My Lord, what did you say? Are you feeling unwell?"

As Westheid was lost in thought, a soft voice called out by his ear. It was Mephit’s sweet and gentle tone, and her silky, sky-blue hair, damp from the water, tickled the side of his face.

Westheid was not enjoying the healing hot spring, surrounded by warm stones and bamboo, all by himself. After all, he wasn’t the only one who had been injured in the battle.

For instance, the blue-haired girl was bathing with him now. She pressed herself tightly against Westheid’s back, her body a supple and pleasantly tactile cushion as she kneaded his shoulders.

On the battlefield, she was an incredibly ferocious and cold-hearted Knight, yet when alone with Westheid, she acted like a gentle and completely obedient wife, diligently serving him.

In Mephit’s own words, this was perfectly normal. She had been completely conquered by His Majesty the Knight King’s power, will, ambition, and masculine Charm, so she knew nothing else but to worship him.

We Yonglan People are like that: straightforward and outspoken. We’re happy to throw ourselves at someone’s feet, and we see it as a point of pride, not shame.

Westheid tilted his head slightly, his eyes taking in the Knightess’s exquisitely beautiful face, her delicate white collarbones, and the gentle swell of her breasts floating on the water’s surface. Droplets of water clung to her soft, smooth skin, shimmering with a bewitching luster under the light.