The high priest did not understand the subtext in Wang Wen's words.
I thought it was just a normal argument.
He shook his head dismissively.
Having made up her mind to exchange, she no longer intended to hide it and sincerely and patiently taught him.
"It's clear that your mastery of divine power, or rather, energy, is still at a very rudimentary stage, whether it's pure energy attacks," she said, looking through the mask at the small white flower in her palm, "Or teleportation and creation, all of which rely entirely on the limited energy available to you."
The high priest raised his palm and lifted the flower towards the sky.
One petal after another fell off, eventually disintegrating into scattered specks along with the flower's heart as the wind blew them away.
She looked up at the sky and said in a devout tone, "Little do we know that human energy is ultimately finite; only the boundless world possesses a vastness and abundance beyond the reach of thought."
Wang Wen followed her gaze to the sky, only to see a dark cloud that might bring a rain shower, and a few birds that might defecate at any moment.
The high priest lowered her head, extending a slender finger to point at Wang Wen's chest. "And you, like a brute, possess immense power yet lack tact, forcefully demanding the world obey your commands, willing to pay a heavy price for it—utterly foolish."
Hearing this, Wang Wen looked at the finger pointing at her and felt a little tempted to peel off the nail polish painted with bright red nail polish.
Teaching is teaching!
On what grounds are you launching a personal attack?
Knowing a few tricks doesn't make you any special! If you were that capable, wouldn't you still obediently compromise and teach me those tricks?
Wang Wen raised her eyebrows and mentally complained, without uttering a word in response.
After all, complaining and mocking are the only rights left for the loser, and this outlet for venting should be reserved for her.
Little did he know that he had truly wronged the other side this time.
He, who acquired three hundred divine powers in just a few days inside the tower, would never understand the bitterness of the other party who had only accumulated six hundred through generations of inheritance.
They would never understand how heartbroken, miserable, envious, jealous, and hateful the other person felt watching him squander so much precious energy.
In the end, the high priest only cursed the foolish man a couple of times, which was already a testament to her high level of self-control.
Wang Wen thought for a moment.
Given the current situation, in order to prevent the other party from suddenly launching some unknown attack, cautious and effective defensive measures are still necessary.
He was like an absolute brute, relying solely on his energy to create a full 380 layers of barriers in front of him.
Upon witnessing this scene, the high priest's face twitched slightly beneath his mask.
She looked at Wang Wen, speechless and a little jealous. She thought about how she and her fellow humans had painstakingly accumulated some divine power and were reluctant to use it, while the other party used it so recklessly and without any restraint.
If it weren't for absolute devotion to the Creator God...
They might just curse the blind, wicked heavens.
"The great world won't stoop to the level of a brute like you." She took a slight breath and said with a hint of mockery, "Nobody would refuse a nouveau riche willing to shoulder expenses that could have been shared through cooperation. You pay in full, and the world obeys—isn't that perfectly reasonable?"
Wang Wen could certainly hear the sarcasm in the other person's words.
He muttered to himself, "Didn't expect that, did you? Not only did I pay the full amount, but I also got a damn handling fee..."
The high priest could not hear the rebuttal hidden in his heart.
He meticulously summarized, "So this is the core reason why you're so drained: you're constantly ordering the world around!"
"We are different." She withdrew her hand and pointed to herself. "We are communicating and cooperating with the world, or even requesting the world's help. The bridge between us is imagination. We use imagination to tell the world our needs, and the world decides what specific results to give us. In this process, we only need to pay a small 'fee,' and the rest is decided by the world."
Wang Wen asked, puzzled, "Then how can we ensure that the world gives us the result we want? For example, what if you want to teleport, but the world makes you jump around in place instead?"
"It requires a sufficiently strong imagination." The high priest nodded. "The stronger the imagination, the clearer one can express their needs to the world, and the clearer one's understanding of the world's response. Once it's confirmed that the world's outcome is what one desires, one can then pay the fee to have the result presented."
After listening to the other person's explanation, Wang Wen finally nodded thoughtfully.
He didn't press further about what would happen if the world's feedback wasn't what he wanted; in a tense and critical period, there's no time for back-and-forth maneuvering.
These are all matters of practice makes perfect.
Asking the question directly might seem rather foolish.
The two stood in a corner of the Academy's playground, like two eager students sharing their learning experiences, showing no airs of being the best in the Western Continent respectively.
Only the curious glances of passersby, who dared not approach, revealed the seriousness and solemnity of the atmosphere.
Wang Wen pondered for a moment.
I feel thirsty.
He retrieved a bottle of Healthy Body Water from the aircraft, symbolically handed it to the other person, and asked, "After talking so much, would you like some water?"
As expected, the high priest shook his head. "We will absolutely not use any items looted from the World Tower."
Wang Wen had long known the temperament of the Western Continent.
There was no pressure.
He took a large sip and said, "Okay, I understand the principle. Now, shouldn't you teach me the specific methods? Like imagination or communication? Once I master this method, I'll tell you how to acquire divine power, and if you're willing to listen to me, I guarantee your speed of acquiring divine power will increase... well, several hundred times is not a problem."
Wang Wen still tends to be somewhat conservative in her speech.
Although he is not yet entirely confident that he can make the faith of the Tower world fall on a specific person, if he succeeds, the increase in divine power will not be as simple as a few hundred times.
They used to only add 1 to 3 per year.
He added 300 in just a few days.
The ratio in between is almost tens of thousands of times greater!
However, Wang Wen had other ideas in mind.
He didn't intend to reveal the true source of divine power; instead, he would take a roundabout approach, giving the other party only a small amount through other means.
Several hundred times.
That should be enough to make them weep bitterly, right?
Wang Wen thought to herself.
Unexpectedly, the red-robed high priest opposite him seemed to scoff at his words.
The other party said cryptically, "Don't try to paint such a rosy picture for me. Don't worry, since we've decided to exchange, I won't hold back. Forget hundreds of times, I'd be perfectly content if you could achieve a third of what we've accumulated over generations in just a few months."
Wang Wen pursed her lips and took a deep breath.
Then he nodded emphatically.
He agreed with a sincere expression.
He exuded an air of "I can see right through you" from the inside out.
His eyes also conveyed a sense of relief, gratitude for understanding, and a feeling of "long live understanding."
This exclamation caused her lips to tremble slightly.
It perfectly concealed the muscle tension from his efforts to control himself from laughing out loud.
The high priest saw his sincere performance.
I decided to let him go and stop being so aggressive.
Her voice softened as she said, "Actually, this is exactly what I wanted to tell you next."
She pointed to the water bottle in Wang Wen's hand. "If you want to cultivate a good imagination, you should use things that plunder the world as little as possible, and it's best to avoid them altogether."
Upon hearing this,
Wang Wen immediately narrowed her eyes.