Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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Thud, thud, thud...

Footsteps resounded.

Du Wei followed Cain towards the altar.

As he walked, he asked, "Your Excellency Cain, including myself, there should be five hunters in the church right now, right? Why are there only four of us?"

Cain replied in a low voice, "Are you asking about Lord Ferren?"

Du Wei nodded, "Yes, I heard Lord Ferren's voice when I arrived, but I didn't see him."

Cain answered, "Lord Ferren has never been here; we can only hear his voice and communicate with him. In reality, there have always been only four people here."

As he said this, Cain's tone took on an odd quality, "His situation is rather special. You hadn't been exposed to the church's core, so he didn't speak to you before, but now you should understand."

Du Wei raised an eyebrow, "I see."

Before, Alvin Dowqui had revealed that the church also had an undercover in the Vanity Sect.

It seems that this Lord Ferren was that undercover.

One must say...

The church's undercover plan developed so... so well.

New hunters were infiltrating the Dusk Bell Church, while core hunters from the church were lurking in the dark, quietly penetrating the Vanity Sect.

Such secrecy is so well maintained that the outside world could never know that the most powerful hunter, Ferren, was never actually within the church.

Immediately afterward, Du Wei thought of something else.

The church had always had only five residential hunters.

New hunters weren't accepted by them; instead, they were assigned to other powers in various ways, clearly not wanting outsiders to know the internal affairs of the church.

If Alvin Dowqui hadn't died, and if he weren't viewed by the church as the most reliable hunter, he probably wouldn't have been accepted either.

At that moment,

Ferren's voice suddenly rang out.

"The Blood of Jesus has started again."

The voice seemed to emerge from the depths of the heart, yet also seemed to emanate from dark corners around them.

The two corpse-like elders on the altar immediately opened their eyes, filled with vacancy and numbness.

And Cain hurriedly rushed onto the altar.

"Hurry up and get up here. The Blood of Jesus is restless; we must suppress it."

"Alright..."

Du Wei quickly followed. He didn't ask how to suppress it because he knew Cain would tell him.

Most importantly,

They must have made thorough preparations and wouldn't rely on him for such a critical task.

Soon,

The two reached the altar.

The blood in the pool was boiling as if in an exaggerated manner, bubbling intensely.

An obscure aura spread from the blood pool.

In addition to the nauseating stench of blood, there was also an innate repulsion emanating from it.

Du Wei groaned, unsure why, but he suddenly felt a sense of discomfort.

Cain and the others had already entered into their Evil Spirit Transformation.

"Suppress it."

A chilling aura enveloped the vicinity.

Yet, the blood pool, as if provoked, erupted with malice far more violently, with grotesque, distorted faces wailing as they tumbled within it.

This scene was incredibly evil, deeply unsettling.

Countless bloody faces surged within the blood pool; the overwhelming visual shock was enough to drive an ordinary person insane.

And still, the blood pool was boiling.

Du Wei, watching this scene, also entered into his Evil Spirit Transformation.

But the moment he did, the aberration in the blood pool grew even more frenzied.

The blood surged upwards.

Like a fountain, it spurted three to four meters high before lunging towards Du Wei.

At this moment,

Du Wei's eyes were utterly cold as he sensed the malice.

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Pupils contracted, and the Immobilization ability was about to be activated.

But once again, Ferran's voice echoed in the darkness, "Quiet..."

This time, the voice was even more weary, as if it had drained a great deal of his spirit.

The blood that was lunging towards Du Wei, as if alive, let out a reluctant roar and scattered in the pool of blood.

Yet, it did not end.

Everyone felt the presence of something terrible.

In the entire blood pool, something seemed to be awakening.

Kane, shocked, said, "What's happening, why is the Blood of Jesus mutating so severely?"

The other two hunters spoke indifferently, "Continue to suppress it, we must not let it escape at this time."

Lord Ferran's voice appeared again, "Kane, lend me your body for a moment."

Kane immediately closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, his eyes had turned a pale white.

And in his eyes, a strange pattern also emerged.

It was a cross-star.

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Meanwhile.

In a villa in the center of New York City.

In Du Wei's home, the Antique Clock on the wall seemed to sense something, and the hour, minute, and second hands overlapped and suddenly stopped.

The entire villa lost its lighting all at once.

Nothing could be seen.

Black fog pervaded everything.

Inside the display cabinet, Annabelle frantically banged against the cabinet door. It was not the first time it had witnessed the Antique Clock's anomalies, but this time, the sensation it felt was exceptionally terrifying.

However, the Antique Clock paid no attention to Annabelle.

Countless thin black threads floated through the fog.

Click...

A pale hand with slender fingers emerged from the Antique Clock, and on the back of that hand was a dark pointer pattern as well.

At this moment, within the Antique Clock, the pattern of the pointer on the unknown existence's hand started to rotate.

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In St. Bodia.

The blood in the altar's blood pool also seemed to sense a certain presence.

Before the possessed Ferran could act, it wilted completely.

The blood that had been boiling as if something was about to emerge from within it now fell into an eerie calm.

And the malevolent presence, once so evil that it was almost impossible to resist, also disappeared without a trace.

Du Wei watched this scene expressionlessly, with a storm of thoughts surging in his mind.

Just now, he had heard a voice—stay away from it...

The voice was that of a woman.

Hoarse and pained.

It was his girlfriend, Alex...

No… that's not right...

Du Wei's eyes suddenly grew colder, "This blood pool is the Blood of Jesus; the voice I heard might not necessarily be Alex's, it could just be what it wants me to hear."

"Is it trying to deceive me?"

The likelihood was high.

Although Du Wei found out that his girlfriend could be Marked, she was doing well in the Wittebach family. How could she possibly have any connection with the Blood of Jesus?

It simply didn't add up.

The three hunters nearby, or rather four hunters, breathed a sigh of relief.

In their view, the anomaly that had just occurred had already been suppressed.

They did not know that, at one moment, the Antique Clock and the Blood of Jesus had interacted.

But Ferran, now possessing Kane's body, spoke with a somewhat complex tone, "What a waste of one of my possessions, the Blood of Jesus is truly too uncontrollable, the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods... such things, really..."