Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Atop the highest spire in the City of London.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei sat silently.

With one hand propping up his chin, he looked down at the hustle and bustle below.

Suddenly.

As if sensing something.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei closed his right eye and, when he reopened it, there was an unusual fluctuation in his pitch-black pupils.

"Akaret..."

"Veda Sect Cultists..."

"The only difference between you in the Victorian Era and you two hundred years later is the extent of your power."

"Beyond that, I see nothing about you that shines in my eyes."

"All I see is sheer ignorance."

While speaking.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei leaped down from the spire.

His body plummeted rapidly.

Cutting through the air, it caused a loud whooshing sound.

Many pedestrians below witnessed this scene and screamed in horror.

But the next second.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei vanished.

The bystanders gazed blankly at the ground and then up at the sky.

For some unknown reason.

A chill began to crawl over their hearts.

This scene seemed to be a harbinger of something.

...

In the dark sewers.

The sound of footsteps echoed.

With an expressionless face, the Evil Spirit Du Wei emerged, accompanied by a yellowed envelope floating by his side.

His current goal was the Veda Sect.

But he had not chosen to appear directly.

Instead, he moved at a leisurely pace.

The envelope was puzzled by this.

[Great Master, why do you move like a mortal? You could instantly appear before the Veda Sect's people and accept their worship.]

The Evil Spirit Du Wei kept walking without altering his pace and cast a cold glance at the envelope without a word.

That single look caused the envelope to tremble with fear.

[I am sorry, Master. The envelope was wrong to ask such a foolish question. The envelope will change, it will surely change.]

Only then did the Evil Spirit Du Wei look away.

Yet that chilly feeling grew even denser.

[Master, after you left, those church hunters kept talking about information related to His Excellency the Duke. The envelope has collected a lot of it, but the reason the envelope has returned to your side now is that it discovered something you might find unacceptable.]

The Evil Spirit Du Wei remained expressionless: "Speak."

[It's like this... the envelope found that the His Excellency the Duke they're talking about might not be you, it should be another you.]

The Evil Spirit Du Wei spoke indifferently: "Is that so..."

It seemed he was unsurprised.

And he didn't care in the slightest.

[Yes, their description of His Excellency the Duke, as well as the demeanor and behavior, matches the human you, but not you at all.]

[Moreover, they have also notified the church, saying they are going to send someone because they think your current state is very abnormal.]

[Why don't we let the Shadow kill them all?]

[That idiot Shadow is just suitable for such dirty and tiring work.]

The Evil Spirit Du Wei sneered: "Why kill them?"

The envelope was stunned...

[Aren't you worried that they will ruin your plan?]

The Evil Spirit Du Wei sneered on: "They are part of my plan from the beginning. When I appear, there can be only one will in this era."

"And that will be mine."

"What is failure?"

"What is success?"

"From the start, my opponents were not them, but Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods."

The envelope suddenly understood.

It felt it had come to understand once more.

"You are indeed worthy, those church hunters still think you'll help them fight against the Veda Sect," the Envelope mused. "They would never expect that you are the true villain."

"Everyone will become your pawns, a part of your plan."

The Envelope thought that they should feel honored.

At the same time, the Envelope was pondering: The Master of the Evil Spirit was far more agreeable to deal with than human masters. Human masters liked that idiot Shadow, but the Master of the Evil Spirit had an abysmal attitude towards Shadow. It seemed that Envelope must cling to the coattails of the Master of the Evil Spirit, and sooner or later he would replace Shadow's position.

At that moment,

The Envelope floated again in front of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

"By the way, master, what are we going to do now?"

"What's your plan? Does the Envelope need to share your burden?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei said indifferently, "You really want to work for me?"

The Envelope shivered obsequiously.

"To serve you is an honor for the Envelope, after all, I am your most loyal lackey."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei smiled, "Good, since that's the case, I will indulge you."

"You go kill someone for me."

"Who do you want to kill?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down at the Envelope, and lightly spat out two words: "Du Wei."

"Ah? Kill you? The human you? This… the Envelope can't do it… No…I dare not, I really don't dare..."

The voice of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was devoid of any emotion, "The human me is me, I am Du Wei, and the person I want you to kill is actually myself."

"But don't be afraid, what I want you to kill is just a name."

"Moreover, that will be after the plan fails."

The Envelope was completely unable to follow the thoughts of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

"The Envelope doesn't understand... How could your plan possibly fail?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei said calmly, "Because it's meant to fail."

"From the very beginning, I never said that the plan would be successful. I need a plan doomed to fail as bait to lure out the Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods."

"You... You... The Envelope is somewhat unable to keep up with your thinking. Aren't you trying to get all the answers, or to become a god?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei did not answer.

But a hint of disgust flashed in its eyes.

Indeed, it wanted answers, whether it was those of His Excellency the Duke or the secrets of his girlfriend Alex, or the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

But now, after entering Hell's Gate, it appeared to have arrived in the Victorian Era.

This made it feel extremely disgusted.

It was as if fate was being tampered with at will, almost making it nauseous.

Therefore,

The Evil Spirit Du Wei wanted to change its approach.

If this were a game,

Then it was ready to flip the table...

Only...

"I'm too weak now..."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei stretched out its hand, looking at the mask pattern on its backhand, its pitch-black eyes completely emotionless.

The next second,

The mask pattern receded, and in its place was the outline of a scale.

Listening to these words, the Envelope instinctively remembered the last time when the Master of the Evil Spirit said this and casually crushed a huge statue.

Who the hell would believe that...

At that time, the road ahead suddenly opened up.

The stench of blood was pungent...

The Evil Spirit Du Wei walked over calmly, with the Envelope following closely behind.

The thudding footsteps resonated.

But strangely, the Veda Sect Cultists who were in the midst of a sacrifice acted as if they could hear nothing and see nothing, just as if the Evil Spirit Du Wei didn't exist.

In the shadows, Shadow seemed to sense the arrival of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It immediately vanished.

When it reappeared, it had taken the form of a shadow, blending into the Evil Spirit Du Wei's own shadow like flowing water.

Witnessing the scene before it,

The Evil Spirit Du Wei said coldly, "I see that you are in fear."

In an instant,

All the people of the Veda Sect felt a mysterious chill at the bottom of their hearts.

It was as if they heard a voice.

In their minds, the outline of a pair of cold and merciless eyes emerged.

"Is this... the response from the Vedas!?"