Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the car.

Du Wei looked at his phone and said calmly, "I am currently on my way to St. Bodia and have never been to Europe. How could your people have seen me?"

On the other end of the phone, Frobin quickly said, "But brother-in-law, someone really did see you, and it seems something terrible happened there. You were wearing black clothes with a long fuse tied around your neck, connected to a large red balloon."

"I received a message and thought you were doing performance art. What is going on?"

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, "A red balloon? A fuse tied around my neck?"

Frobin said, "Yes, this incident has had a severe impact. The faith and adoration people inside the Everlasting Flower have for you are shaken; they feel a god shouldn't be like this."

Du Wei took a deep breath, his tone turning icy, "I'll deal with this matter later. You immediately withdraw your men from Europe and tell them what they saw was not me."

Frobin immediately replied, "Okay, brother-in-law, I'll do it right now. Also, I've arranged the charter for the development of our Cult organization. When would you like to meet to discuss it? Or should I just email it to you?"

Du Wei responded, "Either is fine, but it has to wait until I return from the church."

Frobin could only say, "Okay, send me a message when you're free."

After finishing the conversation, he hung up the phone.

At this moment, Du Wei had an indifferent look on his face, eyes exuding a chill that made people afraid to meet his gaze.

The Exorcist driving the car was unaware of what had transpired, turned his head with a confused look, and asked, "Lord Duwei, is something the matter?"

Du Wei shook his head and replied, "It's a private matter, keep driving."

The other could only grunt in acknowledgment and fell silent.

Du Wei didn't bother engaging with the Exorcist any further but turned to look out the car window instead.

The sky was overcast with dense clouds, as if the previous night's storm was still brewing.

His mood was not very good.

The Evil Spirit had merged with him; there could not be another him in this world.

All memories were synchronized, and he was well aware of every contingency.

But...

A red balloon...

Heh...

Du Wei silently said to himself, "Pennywise, do you think that because I've been too busy to look for you, you could escape me?"

"And you even made a counterfeit based on me, tying it by the neck with a fuse."

"Do you think I have no way to deal with you?"

"Or do you believe you've become strong enough to ignore me?"

Du Wei couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

After leaving the church, he could put off finding the balance in the Ustengrav Mountains and instead meet with Pennywise first.

See if this traitor still remembers being dominated by him, being effortlessly crushed by the Evil Spirit Du Wei, transformed into a battery.

Fear is the source of Pennywise's power.

And for a long time, Du Wei and the Evil Spirit had been precisely the source of its fear.

...

Elsewhere.

In a small town in Europe.

It was a sunny and pleasant day.

At the road leading into the town, a man around six feet tall, somewhat slender and pale, dressed in black Priest's attire, was heading toward the town.

His appearance was identical to Du Wei's, but his eyes were exceptionally cold, his whole being radiating an extreme aura of terror.

However, around his neck was tied a long fuse, extending upward without end.

At the top was precisely a red balloon.

Strikingly red, and upon closer inspection, you could discern the silhouette of a Clown within it.

Moreover, there were some eerily different changes from its original form.

Pennywise seemed to have many doll-like objects hanging on its body.

Its aura was far more terrifying than before.

It even gave off a vibe reminiscent of a Demon Spirit.

What was even more eerie was that just then a car happened to be driving on the highway.

The owner of the vehicle seemed not to see this "Du Wei" at all, passing directly through it.

Yet it steadily headed toward the town.

Pennywise's transformation was not yet complete; it needed the most primal fear.

A few minutes later.

The counterfeit Du Wei created by Pennywise had reached the town; the adults were busy, while some children stared with wide eyes, curiously watching the red balloons in the sky.

"Hehehe..."

...

Noon time.

In St. Bodia, the Cultists of the church solemnly stood by the sides of the city's roads.

Each of them held a bunch of pure white flowers.

About ten black limousines slowly moved down the road, escorted by a procession of over a hundred Priests front and back.

The atmosphere was immensely solemn.

Loud hymns resounded, accompanied by the advance of the vehicles, among them the grand accompaniment of a great pipe organ.

Many people did not know what exactly had happened.

All they knew was that the body of a bigwig from within the church had been brought back by the new bishop.

The funeral would be held two days later.

By then the whole of St. Bodia would fall into a silent mourning.

However, today was the inauguration ceremony of the new bishop.

Normally, the elevation of a bishop didn't need to be so grand, but Du Wei was not only the youngest bishop in the history of the church, he was also going to become the head of the Tribunal today.

He would also replace the deceased Alvin Dowqui to become one of the five hunters of the church, and one of those with the greatest power.

He would come into contact with the Blood of Jesus.

He would know the most core information of the church.

At that time.

In the square of St. Bodia Cathedral.

All the bishops were waiting on the sidelines.

Archbishop Skadi was still dressed in his red Priest's attire, but he looked much more haggard than before; it was clear the recent church's internal affairs had caused him a great deal of headache.

Beside him were Bishop Thompson, Mrs. Senna, and some of the core bishops.

Apart from Skadi, the rest were almost exclusively Exorcists.

Switching to a few centuries ago, the church's power was concentrated in the Pope, but ever since Skadi's father became a hunter, the position of the Pope had been vacant for too long.

And for some reasons, the affairs that Archbishop Skadi was responsible for were all external.

The true core of power was distributed among other people.

Gradually.

The procession to welcome Du Wei also appeared before everyone's eyes.

White petals kept scattering and flying.

Under the escort of a host of Priests, about ten black limousines stopped in front of the square.

Someone immediately came forward and opened the car door.

Then, they saw Du Wei step out calmly.

At this moment, he had changed into a black Priest's attire with the church's style.

Slightly loose, but not dragging.

Next to appear was a huge wooden coffin, which contained the body of Alvin Dowqui.

This man in his sixties had finally returned to the church.

It could also be considered a homecoming.

Archbishop Skadi and the others made the sign of the cross over their chests, their expressions extremely solemn.

"Welcome back, Bishop Duwei."