Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

July 8th.

For the Church, this was a profoundly significant day.

As the youngest bishop to ever serve, who had not long basked in glory, he was now excommunicated.

This incident caused an uproar within the entire Church.

No one knew exactly what had happened.

All they knew was that Du Wei had become the disgrace of the Church.

And in many cities.

Those associated with Du Wei, upon receiving the news, showed complex expressions.

Homier was James's niece, and also the exorcist who had first made contact with Du Wei.

Now, she was a member of the Tribunal.

Du Wei was her direct superior.

Harry was there as well.

"How can he be a disgrace to the Church, what are those people thinking? There must be some misunderstanding!"

Homier chose to believe in Du Wei.

Harry also said calmly, "He is the most reliable man I have ever met, never fearing any danger, always leading from the front. How can such a saint-like man possibly betray the Church?"

...

Meanwhile, at Dusk Bell Church.

James had also received the news of Du Wei's betrayal of the Church.

He stood at the entrance of the church with a complex look on his face, gazing out at the brilliant sunshine.

"Mr. Du Wei, this does not seem like something you would do, have you encountered some trouble?"

Although James had not had much interaction with Du Wei.

Their fates had always been intertwined.

Without Du Wei, he would have likely joined the Tribunal and might even have become the hunter to replace Alvin Dowqui in the future.

However, if it weren't for Du Wei's influence during a certain period, he might have been dead by the time in Massas City.

He would not have started thinking in the way that Du Wei did.

And he certainly would not have become a hunter.

Genuinely, he admired Du Wei the most.

"No matter what happened, I will always trust you, Mr. Du Wei."

At that moment.

Ryan burst out angrily, "Slave James, what the hell are you babbling about this early in the morning? Always trusting Mr. Du Wei, since when could you call out my director's name so casually?"

"My director is a nobleman, and you, a mere slave, should stop trying to associate with him."

Upon hearing this, James could not help but shiver.

He turned his head to look at Ryan and said with a cold snort, "Ryan, I have tolerated you for a long time. If it weren't for Mr. Du Wei, I would have taught you a lesson by now."

Ryan spat disdainfully, "Oh, you're acting tough with me, are you? Today, I, Baron Ryan, will teach you, the slave, how to behave."

Yet James just kept sneering. His right hand had fully recovered, and the bandages were removed cleanly.

Although his strength among the hunters of Dusk Bell wasn't that great.

Teaching a madman like Ryan a lesson should be a piece of cake.

Thinking this, James reached out and grabbed Ryan's shoulder.

"Don't worry, out of respect for Mr. Du Wei, I will not harm you, just teach you a lesson so you stop cursing and disgusting me every day."

But the very next second.

James felt the world flip before his eyes.

With a thud.

He crashed heavily to the ground.

Ryan, maintaining the posture of a shoulder throw, dismissively waved his hand.

"Is that all?"

"And you want to teach me a lesson?"

"I, Ryan, am the best fighter at Hill Psychiatric Hospital!"

Saying so, Ryan kicked James in the behind and spat on him.

"Stop trying to act tough in front of me, you owe me twenty billion, you're destined to be my slave for life, so be a little more reserved in front of me in the future."

James gritted his teeth through the pain and questioned Ryan, "When did you become so good at fighting? Weren't you a doctor before? No, you're a lunatic..."

Ryan said disdainfully, "I'm a damn Baron, a noble, you understand? You're a slave, we're not in the same class, do you think you can beat me?"

...

Meanwhile, in New York.

The head of the Voodoo Cult, Emily, was distressed.

She had already slept with Tom.

All of it was just to plant a nail beside Du Wei, right?

But now, Du Wei had actually broken away from the church.

"I feel like I've suffered a big loss…"

"But Tom is really a nice guy, more witty and humorous than any other man I've met, and he understands my needs."

"He also said that he loves only me."

"Such a good man is really rare, might as well just settle for this, especially since he's already joined the Voodoo Cult, I believe the higher-ups won't say a thing."

"After all, Tom is the head of New York City's police."

...

All religious organizations were more or less affected on this day.

The most direct one.

Was the Vanity Sect.

On an island in the middle of a European lake.

This place belonged to an old family, their private property.

But at the same time, this old family was also a power of the Vanity Sect.

There were many buildings situated on Lake Island.

With very clear Gothic influences.

In one of the four-story square colossal buildings.

The fourth floor was completely cleared out, leaving only a conference table.

The Vanity Sect had a total of twelve members, all seated at the conference table, discussing a matter.

"The church has already broken with that man named Du Wei, but that's just on the surface."

"Very few people know he is actually the church's Core Hunter."

"Moreover, he's not as ordinary as he appears on the surface, he's a figure from the same era as Matthew, only it's suspected he has lost most of his power and memory."

The speaker was the church's strongest undercover operative, Lord Ferren.

And his name within the Vanity Sect was also Ferren.

However, nobody was aware of his true identity.

His status in the Vanity Sect was not low, but he was not the most powerful either, to be precise, apart from Mercer, the rest displayed great mystery in their strength.

No one knew just how strong they were.

At that moment, someone spoke, "From the same era as Matthew, the Victorian Era? That era indeed had many terrifying hunters, none less formidable than any of us."

Aside from the one who was previously killed by Ryan Hamel, all members of the Vanity Sect wore the most basic masks, each harboring a Demon Spirit.

Beyond that, they also drew upon the power of the Demon God.

They had entered Hell's Gate too.

The speaker thought for a moment, then asked, "So who is he? Can we find out?"

Ferren replied indifferently, "His Excellency the Duke."

As his words fell.

Everyone raised their heads to look at him.

One among them had a gaze filled with an indescribable peculiarity.

"His Excellency the Duke… Hehe, Du Wei is His Excellency the Duke? Interesting…"

Ferren looked at him, "Gascogne, you know of this Duke?"

The one named Gascogne said coldly, "No, I've just heard of him; previously, Mercer had contact with him, and he was also willing to join the Vanity Sect, so let's bring him in."

"It would be perfect to fill that vacant position."

Mercer, sitting at the edge of the conference table, said with a complex tone, "I'll go find him right away."