Chapter 341: Chapter 65: The Unlimited Orgy Right (Part 2)
Seeing this, Duke Qinghui smiled and drained the fruit wine from his glazed cup in one go.
"Cheers!"
Although it was a grand celebration held in the Holy Land, theoretically an event for the heroes to relax and enjoy themselves, the special nature of Westheid’s court meant this relaxed, moonlit banquet was inevitably tinged with jealousy and rivalry.
Whether it was the beautiful and pure attendants of the Purity People, the bewitchingly charming Witches of the Ring of Clear Skies, or the valiant Yonglan Female Knights, they all orbited Westheid, doing their utmost to curry favor with Duke Qinghui.
Unfortunately for them, Westheid had no intention of treating everyone equally. In his mind, there was a scale to measure their worth—T0, T1, intimate, distant—the distinctions were crystal clear.
Reiya, Mivana, and Wan Qi were, of course, in a league of their own. With them around, everyone else, even a top confidant like Yolanda, had to take a backseat.
"One, two, three, four... only thirty-nine. That’s a bit low."
The strikingly handsome Wolf-eared Maiden, dressed in a trench coat and shorts, was tapping her fingers as she silently counted everyone present. Her actions made Westheid glance over at her.
"What are you counting?"
Mivana tilted her head, her bangs shifting to reveal both of her beautiful golden eyes. She said:
"I’m counting the number of people. Aren’t we having an orgy later?"
"PFFFT—"
Westheid almost spat out his wine upon hearing that, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Why an orgy? When did I ever say that? Don’t just make things up!"
Because of Mivana’s words, many fiery gazes were already turning their way. It seemed that if Westheid just nodded, the ancient Holy Land of the Purity Forest would witness unspeakable acts.
The first time in a thousand years.
"You gathered so many people. Isn’t it to have a party?"
One of Mivana’s beast ears drooped, her eyes filled with a charming naivete as she spoke as if it were obvious.
"Back in the tribe, when my father exercised his procreation rights, he would sow his seed with a hundred mates at once."
’Beastman traditions... so they really do have orgies often.’
"Only a hundred?"
Reiya suddenly let out a cold snort. Her Imperial Highness Princess, poised and elegant, set down her cup and opened her magnificent eyes, which shimmered like a mix of azure and violet.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, her stunningly beautiful face holding a hint of pride.
"In the harem of my late Father Emperor, every gathering had three to four hundred people. That’s how he was able to father several children at such a young age."
’The former Emperor of the Empire! That man was a human pile driver! The "three thousand beauties in his harem" wasn’t just a turn of phrase; the real number was even higher.’
’The Emperor of the Empire back then even managed to take a True Dragon into his harem. Even accounting for the Radiant Holy Tree’s non-interference, it’s indirect proof of just how enormous his harem was. He’d stuff anything and everything in there.’
’Okay, okay, I get it now. Your families of origin are all heavyweights!’
"That’s because my tribe is too small. As an Emperor, it would be ridiculous if he couldn’t even outdo the chieftain of a small frontier territory, right?"
Mivana huffed.
"I think an Emperor who can’t sow his seed among several thousand Consorts at once is just not trying hard enough. Besides, I have over a hundred brothers and sisters."
Reiya crossed her arms. "Doesn’t that just prove that the purity of your family’s bloodline isn’t all that great?"
’Why are you two competing over something like this?!’
Westheid didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But on second thought, this was actually a serious matter.
In the Empire, harem orgies were a perfectly legitimate activity, because the inheritance of special bloodlines was exceedingly difficult.
This was especially true for the True Blood bound by a Holy Spirit, which had a reproduction rate so low it bordered on infertility.
There was no other way. To continue the line, the Patriarch simply had to endure. Quantity begets quality; hold enough orgies, and you were bound to produce an heir eventually.
This concept was so deeply ingrained that any young, male Patriarch would feverishly hold orgies until they fathered an heir, only reigning it in after.
As the Patriarch of the Qinghui Clan, who absolutely had to produce an heir, Westheid’s procreation rights were unlimited!
But he still shook his head firmly and slowly, saying:
"...I won’t be holding an orgy. At least, not with you two involved. It’s a matter of principle."
’If Reiya or Mivana weren’t here, Westheid might have truly indulged himself. But since they were, he had to treat them differently from the others.’
’This was both a testament to his feelings for them and a sign of respect for the Powerhouses he held in such high esteem. He would have to stop admiring Powerhouses like the White-haired Dragon Lady and the Beast-eared Maiden and start seeing them as mere trophies, just like everyone else, to display his own strength and Charm.’
Seeing that Duke Qinghui had no intention of throwing a party, many were quite disappointed—especially the Pure Holy Spirit and her cohort of troublemakers.
Westheid lay on the sofa, the back of his head resting on Reiya’s firm, delicate thighs. He stroked the pages of a Ritual Book and began to softly chant aloud:
"Let every tribe in the Land of Rhythm have the right to join the symphony of all beings."
"Let the lake, surrounded by silver and forest, thereby know true unity."
"From this, the happiness of mortals shall endure. He thus created a thousand years of peace, His grace given to all, bestowing vibrant life upon seventy-seven city-states."
"So praise, and sing for the Emperor’s mercy; so celebrate, and offer gifts to the Divine Ancestor’s majesty."
"We laud this song, the Eternal Dance! We despise with all our hearts the unclean echoes!"
"...Hmph. As expected of the most peaceful and isolated of nations. This Ritual Book is quite interesting."
Westheid quietly contemplated this hymn, combining the contents of the Ritual Book with his own knowledge, and an anticipatory smile crept onto his face.
Mephit, who was kneeling beside Westheid holding a fruit platter, looked up. Her beautiful indigo eyes were as gentle as water, yet a sharp glint lay hidden in their depths.
"My Lord, is your next target of conquest the Land of Rhythm?"
"Yes. There is something I desperately need in the Thousand Laws Royal Court. It’s crucial that I obtain it."
There was nothing to hide, so Westheid stated plainly that he had designs on the Thousand Laws Royal Court.
Reiya asked, "What is it?"
Westheid closed the Ritual Book and said:
"Something the Qinghui Territory lacks. Something the Purity Forest needs for its ascension. This Purity Forest... even though it’s called a Holy Land, it’s still missing something. It’s not enough. It’s far from enough to become the cornerstone for my advancement."
’He wants to advance even further?!’
Westheid’s ambition seemed a little excessive, but those around him found it perfectly normal upon hearing his words. This was the man they knew!
’Always insatiable, always tireless, always sharp and aggressive... so utilitarian it’s almost despicable, West.’
Indeed, Westheid’s current strength in the Mortal World could be called the strongest below those with a Celestial Blessing. Especially when he was joined at the hip with the Dragon Girl and the Wolf Girl, he could use his overpowered, Tier T0 stats to steamroll any enemy who didn’t possess a Celestial Blessing.
But this advantage wouldn’t last forever. Later on, once the main pack in the Mortal World caught up, it was possible he could be ganged up on by a dozen or two Legends and forced to flee in disarray.
Although this possibility was minuscule, as long as there was a risk of being overwhelmed by sheer numbers, it was a weakness he had to address!
Besides, what Westheid coveted most was the legacy left behind by Emperor Qianlu in the Land of Rhythm.
Yolanda asked in confusion, "The Thousand Laws Royal Court... is there something there? That kingdom is so obscure."
"And Brother, you’re not going to say you’ve long admired the culture and ways of the Elves, are you?"
The platinum-blonde girl’s cute, beautiful purple eyes widened as she looked at Westheid.
Using the same reason once was enough; a second time would just be perfunctory.
Westheid chuckled. "Of course not. I’m not a fan of the soft and weak demeanor of the Royal Court Elves. But the Royal Court is extremely wealthy... Among the mortal kingdoms, they’ve received even more blessings than the Imperial Citizens."
Because of the Thousand Laws Ceremony.
Emperor Qianlu, who began as an Enchanter, used this ceremony to ascend from a reviled fiend into an innate being of Order, similar to a Holy Spirit. He then used the ceremony he created to harmonize the Land of Rhythm, forging the cornerstone for his own Ascension.
