Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The voice of Kane on the other end of the phone was still recounting.

But Du Wei had fallen silent.

Because this old man, just two days ago, had met with him, and they had exchanged pleasantries.

The other party had placed great hopes on him.

He even wanted to entrust the glory of the Dowqui family to Du Wei.

The relationship between this old man and Du Wei was, in fact, neither good nor bad; at first, they even had conflicts, but that changed due to the incident with Andrew Dowqui.

Hmm...

Alvin Dowqui would never know that his only cherished grandfather's skin had been burned to ashes by Du Wei, and the Evil Spirit he became was torn to shreds after his death.

If he had known, perhaps the newly born Evil Spirit would have sought out Du Wei in a desperate fight.

Yet, such an easy death always left Du Wei with a sense of inexplicable complexity.

He looked at his phone and calmly asked, "Why did Mr. Alvin suddenly die, and how did the Evil Spirit he became manage to escape from St. Bodia?"

Given the presence of the Blood of Jesus, and considering that St. Bodia is the Church's stronghold, a newly born Evil Spirit should have been instantly destroyed upon its appearance.

After all, even the Dusk Bell Church has the Holy Nail capable of preventing hunters from turning into Evil Spirits, so the Church could not possibly be without it.

On the other end of the phone, Kane's voice was indescribably indifferent, "Didn't he tell you that he was about to die soon?"

"Mr. Du Wei, there's nothing sudden about it. Everyone in this world will die, you and I included. We hunters are simply speeding up the process toward death."

"All we can do is to confront all of this openly."

"As for him... or rather, it, the reason it could escape from St. Bodia is that Alvin Dowqui was already on the verge of Evil Spirit Transformation."

"He had been struggling to hold on, resulting in it becoming very powerful once it was born."

Du Wei said in a deep voice, "So the reason you're calling me is that you want me to deal with it?"

Kane answered, "Yes, we originally did not want to involve you, but with the Blood of Jesus starting to act up, our remaining four hunters must stay underground at the Church to maintain its tranquility."

"We are temporarily unable to leave, and the longer it is out there, the more terrifying it will become."

"That's pretty much it. If you don't want to go, you can also return to the Church and watch over the Blood of Jesus for a few months for me while I personally take care of it and bring Alvin Dowqui's body back to the Church."

Du Wei frowned and said to the phone, "I can handle Alvin Dowqui's case, but I need the relevant information."

Kane's tone fluctuated, his voice inexplicably hoarse, "I will organize the information into a document and send it to you. What else do you need to prepare? Like a Holy Nail?"

Du Wei spoke indifferently, "No need for that stuff, and transporting a Holy Nail to my location would take some time."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

...

Elsewhere.

In Church Headquarters, in the underground of St. Bodia Cathedral.

Torches flickered.

The lighting was very dim.

Kane couldn't help but cough, a bit of fresh blood spluttering from his mouth and nose.

He hurriedly took out a towel to wipe it off, clearly having sustained some injuries.

At one side, the room that once housed Alvin Dowqui had its entire door and walls fused into one, as if alive, even slightly writhing.

"He has agreed..."

Kane whispered, his expressionless face showing no emotion at all.

In the darkness, it seemed as if someone was watching silently.

"It was our negligence, we never expected Alvin Dowqui to have been holding on all this time, such that nobody anticipated that he would burst and die after returning to the Church."

"The thing underneath is starting to fluctuate again."

"I hope that during this time, the people of Dusk Bell remain holed up in Switzerland, otherwise, we simply won't have the energy to deal with them."

"When necessary, we might consider activating some undercover agents."

"There's no need for now..."

The Church had a total of five senior hunters, and after Alvin's death, the other hunters showed extreme indifference.

Their humanity had basically bled dry.

No one considered the deceased because the deceased's former comrades and predecessors had all been the same.

At any time, power came at a price.

The more you gained, the more you lost.

They were a group mired in despair, they couldn't even keep to their true selves, and could only keep giving up those beautiful things to make their wills purer.

Lifeless.

...

Half an hour later.

Inside the Wittebach family home.

In just one day, the Wittebach family welcomed a future son-in-law, and after a welcome ceremony in the afternoon, they faced a hasty farewell.

Alex was fine since she knew her boyfriend was going to the Church and wasn't feeling too downhearted.

But she still felt a bit reluctant to let go.

She looked at Du Wei and said helplessly, "When do you think you'll be back?"

Du Wei smiled, "In two or three days, maybe a bit longer since there's a lot to do at the Church."

He didn't tell Alex that he was going to confront a powerful Evil Spirit that had once been a hunter; he simply used the excuse that the Church was pressing matters and therefore he had to leave.

Alex pouted, "The two or three days you mention usually end up being four or five days. Although you won't tell me, I know you're definitely going to take on Evil Spirits again."

"Tsk... I've heard it all, people at the Church are calling you a saint, an Incarnation of Justice."

Next to her, Alex's grandfather, Old John, cleared his throat.

Immediately, everyone looked at him.

"As the Wittebach family's son-in-law, I don't ask much of you. Remember, don't let those people from the Church confuse you, don't aspire to be some saint.

You must become more cunning; that way you won't be disadvantaged."

Du Wei nodded, "I will heed your advice."

Then, he turned to look at his future brother-in-law, Frobin, who was standing by his side, holding words back.

Frobin met his gaze with a deep and meaningful look.

Their gazes quickly separated after briefly locking.

Du Wei thought to himself, "It seems my brother-in-law is already preparing to become the head of a Cult organization."

Meanwhile, Frobin was thinking, "Since my brother-in-law says I have the talent for it, I can only play to my strengths and quickly draft a manifesto to show him what I'm capable of."

...

After 3 PM.

Du Wei got into a Rolls Royce Phantom and, escorted by Wittebach family bodyguards, headed for the nearest airport.

In the car, he took out his phone and began checking the documents Kane had sent via email.

The content was as follows:

[Alvin Dowqui: Hunter, died at the age of 67]

[Ability: Doors. Specifically, he could open doors that manipulated the physical realm and also imprison and block Evil Spirits.]

[Note: Due to his abilities, Alvin Dowqui imprisoned a great number of Evil Spirits. The Evil Spirit that was born after his death also possessed the ability of 'Doors' and is suspected to control those imprisoned within these doors.]

After reading, Du Wei habitually placed his hand on the right side of his overcoat, where he kept the mask.

The shadow within the mask seemed to sense something, trembling lightly before its presence completely stilled.

Du Wei raised his eyebrow and shifted his hand to the spot where the Envelope was hidden.

The shadow had not yet returned to its peak condition.

It was time to give the Envelope an opportunity to perform.