Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

June 26th.

This day would be recorded in the annals of the Church.

The youngest Bishop in the history of the Church had emerged.

And he was the head of the Tribunal.

"Praise my Lord."

"Praise my Lord."

"May the glory of the Lord be with you."

Everyone offered their praises to Du Wei.

Step by step, Du Wei walked up to Skadi and the others, and solemnly said, "I pledge here that my life will forever be a struggle against evil, and I will always obey the true, good, and beautiful. As long as evil does not retreat, I will never stop."

He was the very embodiment of justice, with the purity of a saint.

Archbishop Skadi approvingly said, "You have already done well enough, but it is only someone as virtuous as you who can become the youngest Bishop in the history of the Church."

"I know you loathe evil, but I also hope you can maintain your current state, and save more lost sheep."

People like Thompson who were standing by also said, "Your virtue is worthy of our respect."

No one doubted the credibility of Du Wei's words.

Because in their eyes, or rather, what they considered to be the fact, everything they saw with their own eyes, was that Du Wei always took the lead, always on the frontline in the struggle against the Evil Spirit.

He was as great as those heroes living in epics.

He was perfect.

And inside Du Wei's clothing, an Envelope suddenly revealed a line of text.

[Master is truly fit to be the villain, managing to become the Bishop of the Church, and with so much glory to boot. Following the Master is really promising.]

[Wait, the Master is so cunning, he must have evil purposes for joining the Church.]

[Could it be that the Master wants to become the Pope and then completely bring the Church to ruin? That's too wicked, the Envelope really likes it…]

[No, next time I can't let the Shadow steal the spotlight again, the Envelope must become the Master's most loyal dog. Bring on the Joker Cards, dice, Coins, all of them to the Envelope!]

…

The promotion ceremony lasted the entire day.

The Bishops eagerly interacted with Du Wei, and some of the Exorcists from the Tribunal also exchanged words with this widely acclaimed saint.

Everyone was excited.

Only Du Wei warmly greeted them with a calm heart all the while.

The ceremony was just for show, for others to see.

The real importance lay within the meeting of the Hunters.

At night…

St. Bodia Cathedral.

Accompanied by Archbishop Skadi, Du Wei came to the dungeon below.

It was not his first visit, but he hadn't observed it carefully before.

And his status was now different.

His gaze casually surveyed the surroundings.

Du Wei noticed that these dungeons were actually normal rooms. He roughly counted about a hundred or so, with even more hidden in the darkness.

Archbishop Skadi, standing beside him, spoke in a complex tone as Du Wei looked around the rooms, "The Church has released information to the outside world that the Hunters are imprisoned in the dungeons."

"This is a restriction, but it can also be seen as a form of protection."

"Once, each room held a Hunter, during the Church's most prosperous times. But now, only you remain."

Du Wei nodded: "That's indeed regrettable."

It seemed Archbishop Skadi did not wish to dwell on the topic and led Du Wei to a wooden door.

A wooden door.

Although it wasn't open, a strange chill seeped through the cracks.

It was as if something eerie and terrifying lurked behind it.

This was the room of Pope Ferun, Archbishop Skadi's father, who had vanished.

Archbishop Skadi was sixty-eight years old. Accounting for that, his father must be at least in his eighties.

This was the Church's strongest Hunter.

"Lord Ferun, Bishop Duwei has arrived."

Archbishop Skadi spoke with great reverence.

And Du Wei, too, bowed his head in respect, but he entered the Spirit Vision state, observing the changes around him.

In the Spirit Vision state.

He could sense that the presence behind the door was extremely eerie.

They were all hunters, but he was stronger than Alvin Dowqui and Kane by not just one level.

Even more so, he still had something hidden.

Then.

With a creak...

A cold wind hit their faces as the door opened.

Looking inside, they could only see darkness, and nothing else could be made out.

Even with Spirit Vision active, no presence of any person could be detected.

This put Du Wei on high alert in an instant.

Unless absolutely necessary, he rarely engaged in uncertain endeavors.

Vigilance had long become his instinct, but Spirit Vision only revealed darkness, unable to discern where the other party might be. This was the first time such a thing had happened.

If the former Du Wei couldn't see, it could still make some sense.

Now, his Spirit Vision was basically from the perspective of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Not even Demon Spirits could confuse his sight.

At that moment, the voice of Pope Feren also began to resonate.

Weary and old, his hoarse voice betrayed an inexplicable fatigue, "You wait outside, let Mr. Du Wei come in."

Archbishop Skadi said in a deep voice, "Alright."

Then he stepped aside.

Du Wei looked at the darkness behind the door without any expression.

Still, he couldn't see where the voice's owner actually was.

But he noticed something amiss.

The voice was coming from the door.

That meant the voice's owner wasn't in this room and had used some other bizarre method so that his voice could be heard.

If that was the case, it was still within his scope of acceptance.

Hmm...

Just like when he met Mercer, Du Wei habitually gauged his chances of taking down the opponent in his mind.

They shouldn't be big.

But if something went awry, the other party likely couldn't kill him either.

A bit too cautious.

With this thought.

Du Wei stepped through the door.

The great door closed with a clang.

Their vision was plunged into darkness.

Following that, a greenish flame lit up.

Du Wei subconsciously put his hand on the flintlock gun in his pocket, but when the light brightened, the person who appeared before him was an old acquaintance of his, the hunter Kane.

Kane, holding a candle, glanced at Du Wei and said in a heavy voice, "Come with me, this is not a place to talk."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the walls of the room began to warp.

Faint ripples spread out.

This scene looked extremely exaggerated, already beyond the realm of reality.

But Du Wei didn't say much and followed Kane into it.

It was like passing through the surface of water.

The view before Du Wei suddenly opened up.

Space became disordered.

What now lay before him was a very large underground space.

Statues of crosses and Crown of Thorns were visible everywhere.

A grand altar, roughly one hundred square meters in size, stood up from the ground.

At the center of the altar was a pool of blood, churning with bubbles, each burst forming a wail in the ear.

As if souls were screaming.

The altar was divided into five corners, but at that moment, only two withered, corpse-like old men sat there.

Centred around the altar, there were huge shelves of books.

Stretching upwards for more than ten meters in height.

This was the true core area of the church.