Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Du Wei's interaction with the Envelope had temporarily come to an end. The ghostly thing that had always claimed to be his most loyal subordinate had finally realized its wish. Du Wei tolerated its presence by his side. The goal was Hell's Gate. If it were solely for Alex, Du Wei would not have opened Hell's Gate; he would have thought of another way to solve the problem. However, the issue of Evil Spirit Transformation was too tempting for him to ignore. Because the current Du Wei was actually in big trouble. The fusion with Evil Spirit Du Wei was difficult to put into words. Evil Spirit Du Wei represented his past while Du Wei represented the present. Once merged, naturally he would be dominant. But the essence of Evil Spirit Du Wei was that of an Evil Spirit, which was different from him. Therefore, it became an Evil Spirit Transformation. As long as Du Wei underwent Evil Spirit Transformation, he would be the same as the Evil Spirit Du Wei who had synchronized memories when he killed Mary Shaw. Cold-blooded yet elegant. It could be said that Freddy calling him a devil was spot on. Hunters are a desperate group; even if the issue of human nature being lost were resolved, like with the hunters of Dusk Bell Church, their strength would still be diminished. And yet, they would still turn into Evil Spirits. Normally, this process is very slow and can be delayed for a long time as long as one doesn't frequently contact Evil Spirits. But Du Wei had undergone the process of becoming a hunter twice, and the speed of his Evil Spirit Transformation was many times that of a normal hunter. When he became an Evil Spirit, when he died, that would be the time for Evil Spirit Du Wei to be resurrected. Only then would it be clear who had merged with whom. Entering Hell's Gate could solve the problem of Evil Spirit Transformation, which was very attractive to Du Wei. Although Ryan also possessed similar abilities, he could only incapacitate hunters and not preserve their powers. The current Du Wei would not give up his abilities unless all Evil Spirits were completely eradicated, and his adversaries – the Voodoo Cult, Vanity Sect, Dusk Bell Church – were all defeated. In Alex's room. Du Wei returned to the bed and, watching his girlfriend sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but close his eyes. "I will definitely open Hell's Gate." "But I need to make sufficient preparations." "Who knows how strong Matthew was when he first entered Hell's Gate!" ... At this very moment. The Matthew whom Du Wei was concerned about had already found the people of the Vanity Sect. This was a castle somewhere in Europe. There were a total of thirteen members in the Vanity Sect, with one position currently vacant. The remaining twelve were in different locations secretly doing something. They were very mysterious; to this day, no one knew their true identities, not even their genders. The member of the Vanity Sect Matthew had found was none other than Du Wei's old acquaintance, Crocker Mercer. At that moment, melodious piano music filled the inner part of the castle. Mercer was playing the Lullaby composed by Ryan Hamel in the darkness. After quite some time. Mercer put down the harmonica, slowly saying, "Your Excellency, this is my favorite piece. What do you think of it?" In the darkness, Matthew's aged voice slowly responded, "It's nothing special, sounds rather noisy." His identity had always been well concealed, thus the members of the Vanity Sect didn't know who he was. Mercer, with no other choice, turned his head to look into the darkness, but the next second, his mask trembled. Danger... Mercer immediately backed away, and at the same time, his entire aura became extremely gloomy. It was as if another will had taken over his body. The Demon Spirit hidden behind the mask had a confrontation with Matthew. But to Mercer's shock, Matthew actually gained the upper hand. With a loud boom... An eerie sound echoed throughout the castle, and in the darkness, something whispered surreptitiously. All the shadows seemed to have a will of their own, targeting the figure in the dark - Matthew - under the control of the Demon Spirit. But it was all in vain. "Cough cough..." With a cough, the darkness scattered, forming an absolutely safe area. There was no light, yet the darkness was parted. This scene, contradicting both sight and light, was utterly magical. Standing still, Matthew spoke in a low voice, "I really didn't want to confront the Vanity Sect, but what you've done this time is too much. You even dared to target the Dusk Bell." He was referring to the curse of vomiting and diarrhea. Believe it or not, in the two days he had left the Dusk Bell, he miraculously stopped experiencing either symptom. In Ryan's worldview, the Dusk Bell was an asylum, and once away from the Dusk Bell, he wasn't under the care of their chief physician anymore. But Matthew was unaware of this, thinking his body had gotten used to the curse and resisted it. However, he knew the other members of the Dusk Bell weren't as lucky as him. Even though he was fine, the others at Dusk Bell continued to suffer. That's why Matthew had sought out the Vanity Sect. But Mercer was unaware of this, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably as he said, "Your Excellency, what do you mean? We from the Vanity Sect have never laid a finger on the Dusk Bell." Matthew scoffed, "Do you think I would believe that? Who else in this world could cast a curse that even I can't detect, if not your sect?" "Curse? What curse?" Mercer was completely bewildered, "Switzerland is your territory. No one from our Vanity Sect has gone there..." Suppressing his anger, Matthew said, "Still not willing to admit it, huh? Fine! I'll make you own up to it!" As he spoke, Matthew's figure suddenly vanished. Mercer's pupils contracted as the Demon Spirit took possession of him, blending into the darkness as well. Outside the castle... One by one, figures in tattered clothes with pale skin emerged from the darkness. They wore ragged linen. Each had a gash in their head, oozing blood, clearly all Evil Spirits. They had been awakened by that Demon Spirit. All the Evil Spirits looked up, their vacant, numbed eyes focusing on a corner. Thud... Mercer, masked, was sent flying out, blood streaming down his chin. Only then did Matthew emerge from the darkness. He looked at the Evil Spirits and laughed disdainfully, "You don't think these things could affect me in any way, do you?" As he spoke, he waved his hand. And then, like snowflakes in the sun, the Evil Spirits all turned to ashes. Mercer clutching his chest, said in disbelief, "How could you be so powerful?" Matthew replied indifferently, "That's not something you need to worry about. What you should be considering is lifting the curse off Dusk Bell Church, or else I will kill you." Mercer, grinding his teeth, said, "You're insane. I keep telling you I don't know about any curse, and no one else would curse the Dusk Bell either." Matthew didn't believe a word, "Don't think I don't know that your Vanity Sect specializes in curses, and I've already ruled out anyone else. It must have been you." Mercer couldn't help but laugh out of frustration, "I get it now, you came here to provoke us, using the curse as nothing more than an excuse. Just wait, this isn't over!" With that, Mercer took out a miniature wooden doll and crushed it to dust. Then he became as indistinct as static on an old television screen. Seeing this, Matthew immediately rushed towards him. But Mercer had already vanished without a trace. "Think you can run? It's not that easy..." Matthew sniffed and chased in a particular direction. Regardless of whether it was the work of the Vanity Sect, Matthew couldn't care less. What he wanted now was to send a warning to the mastermind behind the scenes, to show them just how strong the Dusk Bell really was.