Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"Brand, I think what you're saying makes a lot of sense."

"The waters of the Vanity Sect are indeed very deep. You've convinced me; I won't return to the Vanity Sect anymore. Tell them for me, just say I've reconciled with the Church again."

The purpose of joining the Vanity Sect was only to pry open Gascogne's mouth and obtain the information he wanted.

Now.

Du Wei was very clear that Gascogne was locked up in the remaining stone coffin.

There was simply no need for him to return to the Vanity Sect.

Even though it meant announcing his departure after only one day of joining.

In a sense, it was indeed quite a slap in the face.

But Du Wei didn't care at all.

After all, the Vanity Sect was wholly focused on the plan to steal the power of the Demon Gods, so even if they had the leisure to trouble him, it would probably be Mercer, that errand boy, who would come.

Him?

Du Wei could play Mercer to death without needing any outside help.

To one side.

Brand was dumbfounded. He asked, "Your Excellency the Duke, are you saying you won't return to the Vanity Sect?"

For real?

Weren't you very determined before?

You're truly unfathomable...

And why does it feel like you're just playing around?

Du Wei said calmly, "The Vanity Sect gives me a bad vibe, and I don't want to go down that old path again. It's meaningless."

Brand quickly said, "That's really great. If you had joined the Vanity Sect, they would definitely have acted against you eventually, and so would I."

Previously, Brand had made his stance very clear.

He would only help Du Wei this one time.

After things were over, he might well take action against Du Wei.

Hearing this.

Du Wei's gaze grew cold as he immediately asked, "I have always been curious why you keep emphasizing that the waters of the Vanity Sect are very deep and that you would act against me. Can you tell me more about it?"

Even if he didn't want to get involved with the Vanity Sect.

Preparations must be made for a potential confrontation in the future.

Brand hesitated for a second, then gritted his teeth and said, "Because we are one entity, once you put on the mask, you can't rid yourself of that vanity. It simply can't be taken off."

"Right... an entity. I can only say the thirteen masks are one entity."

"Thirteen Demon Spirits, thirteen hunters who steal the power of the Demon Gods, will also become one entity."

"Alfaria, he wants to create a god."

At that point, Brand fell silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but there were certain things he couldn't even hint at, let alone divulge specific details.

If he did so.

The leader of the Vanity Sect, Alfaria, would immediately find out, and the situation would only become more troublesome.

Moreover, he couldn't speak of them.

Du Wei took a deep look at Brand, then shifted his gaze to the grey mask in the other's hand.

This organization's waters were indeed a bit deep.

To think they actually sought to create a god...

All thirteen members of the Vanity Sect, they were still one entity.

If he hadn't harbored ulterior motives from the start and had no intention of joining the Vanity Sect, he might have already put on a mask and become a part of some existence by now.

"You truly have a lot of nerve."

Du Wei couldn't help but remark.

Creating a god was something he had done once before, but that was only setting a trap, outwitting the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

But if he were to truly become a god himself.

It would absolutely make him a part of the Demon God, unable to guarantee his own will.

That terrifying concept would eradicate all resistance.

Brand, however, spoke with a complex tone, "It's not that we have a lot of nerve, but that Alfaria has completely lost his mind, and he has come up with a feasible plan."

"Humans cannot become gods."

"Neither human nor I, we have already embarked on this path, there's no turning back."

His mood was somewhat somber.

He waved his hand and said, "Let me rescue Gascogne first, he is still inside Boine's Three Stone Coffins, if he stays any longer, he may die."

As he spoke, he walked forward.

Yet Du Wei furrowed his brows and whispered, "Let me do it."

Gascogne absolutely must not be rescued by Brand.

Otherwise, wouldn't my purpose be thwarted?

Immediately, Du Wei walked up to the coffin and pressed his Right Hand on it.

Seeing this, Brand did not say more.

After all, with His Excellency the Duke present, all he needed to do was to follow orders.

However.

Brand did not see.

On Du Wei's Right Hand, a pattern of the Golden Scales now emerged.

That represented duplication...

As long as there were enough Evil Spirits to serve as Sacrifices, an exact copy could be created.

Coincidentally, in Du Wei's dream, there were now over a hundred student Evil Spirits.

Just as the Evil Spirit Du Wei had done before.

Now.

Du Wei was going to repeat that process.

He said in an indescribable tone, "Shadow, go in and bring Gascogne out."

It was unclear if it was because the other two coffins had been opened.

Or perhaps because the presence that had been inside was already killed.

Now, the whole coffin didn't feel as eerie to him.

The Shadow immediately flowed like water, drilling straight into the coffin through the crevices.

Brand next to him hurriedly said, "Your Excellency the Duke, although I don't get along well with Gascogne, he absolutely must not die. If he were to die, everyone else would surely go mad."

Du Wei endured the pain of activating his ability.

He feigned calm and said, "Don't worry, I assure you, he will not die."

Brand hesitated and said, "But... the Demon Spirit under your command, as I remember, it used to like killing hunters quite a bit..."

Du Wei waved his hand and said, "I know what you're thinking, and I also know who Gascogne is, but killing him is meaningless to me, I never do pointless things."

With a bang.

The lid of the coffin popped open.

The Shadow, holding two Daggers, pierced through the unconscious Gascogne's ribs, lifting him out.

Blood dripped profusely.

He was almost dead on the spot.

This...

Du Wei's brow twitched as he scolded, "Shadow."

The Shadow cocked its head, promptly pulled out the Daggers, and as if realizing the mistake it had made, turned back into a shadow.

Now, the blood spurted out even more.

Gascogne, even in his unconscious state, kept convulsing, possibly dying at any moment.

Brand, seeing this, could no longer delay.

He immediately gestured, and Gascogne's body floated into his arms.

"Your Excellency the Duke... I must leave now, your subordinate is just too... sigh, I'm going. Please remember, do not get involved with the Vanity Sect again."

Du Wei said with a guilty tone, "It's my fault for not keeping my subordinate in check, go ahead."

Brand sighed complicatedly, he actually wanted to stay a bit longer, to listen to His Excellency the Duke's teachings had always been his desire.

But now, he had to leave.

"I hope we won't meet again in the future."

"I wish you well, Your Excellency the Duke."