Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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Whether to go to Hell's Gate or not is quite an awkward matter.

The Pope Feren of the church also believes Du Wei is His Excellency the Duke.

He highly suggests that Du Wei goes in.

The information given before by the envelope was likewise to go in.

The Vanity Sect has been frequently entering and obtained something related to the Demon Gods within.

That thing seems no different from what has merged with Matthew.

Add to that the fact that Alex could be Marked was always a thorn hidden at the bottom of his heart.

Moreover, Du Wei himself was already targeted by these ghostly entities.

Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, seventy-two gates of hell.

Compared to them, the Evil Spirits seem incredibly endearing.

Because at least you can see the Evil Spirits.

But the Demon Gods are conceptual existences.

They are so terrifying that if they make a move on you, you wouldn't even be able to notice it.

Du Wei shifted his gaze away from the envelope.

He turned his head and calmly looked out of the window, his expression containing layers of complex meanings.

The envelope, which always considered itself the one "who understood" Du Wei the most, suddenly had a delusion that it could not fathom the thoughts of its master.

Therefore.

Another line of text quickly appeared: [Master, each gate of hell is different. The envelope has only gone through one with Matthew. If you wish to enter, the envelope advises you to find the same one he did, otherwise, it would be extremely dangerous.]

Back when the indenture contract was signed with the envelope.

It had already informed Du Wei of everything it knew about Matthew.

But regarding the gate of hell Matthew entered...

It was quite awkward...

Because that gate could be considered as having vanished.

Du Wei said with a bit of a headache, "Last time you told me that after Matthew left through the gate, he sank it to the bottom of the sea, right?"

The envelope immediately responded.

[Yes, and he took many precautions as well. However, you are now the son-in-law of the Wittebach family, and with just one command from you, countless lackeys will dredge that thing up for you...]

Du Wei shook his head: "Retrieving a gate from the seabed will take at least half a year, plus the measures Matthew took, the time might be extended even further, I simply can't wait that long."

He spoke the truth.

Having said that, Du Wei then stuffed the envelope back in its place.

He closed his eyes to rest.

But his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

He must enter Hell's Gate at least once.

Out of the seventy-two gates of hell, there is one in the basement of Esselgreen City.

At that thought.

A sense of inexplicable irritability surged in Du Wei's heart.

The hallway behind that gate of hell had the pattern of a human face, and everyone saw a different one.

Du Wei could only see a human face.

But when Bishop Slivka entered, what he saw was a woman with silver hair.

He proclaimed that as the Master...

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On the other side.

In New York City.

Tom and Father Tony had been having a tough time recently.

It had been seven days since the last time Du Wei had left.

He left New York on June 23, and now it was June 30.

During these seven days.

The life Tom and Father Tony had been living was indescribably bitter.

The two spent their days doing their own things, and at night, they stayed bored in the church.

Going to the Red Light District wasn't an option either, the bar that turned out to be full of "men" last time had left them both with psychological scars.

The main issue was that Tom was no longer up to it...

The psychological cues no longer worked, and he felt like he was a total waste.

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Every time I go out, I worry about being targeted by the Voodoo Cult.

After all, before Du Wei left, he made it clear to both of us that the Voodoo Cult was no good and warned us to be extra careful, keeping a vigilant eye on every move they made.

Inside the New York City Police Department.

Tom's eyes were red as he stared at the surveillance footage before him. His office was a mess, with a freshly brewed cup of coffee sitting on the computer desk.

Lately, he had been surviving on that stuff.

"Damn, these cultists really deserve to die..."

"I really want to go out and party..."

"But my good buddy isn't in New York, and I don't dare go out with Father Tony, because, after all, that bastard is even less reliable than me. And now that I'm a washed-up has-been, I need to recharge!"

Tom began to complain, full of resentment.

"Buddy, you've been gone for a week now, a week, man—seven days, twenty-four hours each. Just thinking about it makes me collapse."

"I actually haven't partied for that long."

"No, I can't take this anymore. I'm going to find Father Tony, and ask him when the church is planning to send people to New York to deal with these cultists."

Yet Tom had forgotten that the Voodoo Cult wasn't actually a cult.

In his view, anything that interfered with his humanitarianism was a cult.

It was the same with the Veda Sect and the Voodoo Cult.

What's more, both sects were very liberal and were primarily women.

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Elsewhere.

In the church.

Father Tony was also exhausted.

He sat in the reception room, throwing used tissues into the trash can and shutting down his laptop.

"Ah... when will these days end..."

"That woman from the Voodoo Cult, I don't know where she got my number, but she keeps sending me harassing messages every day, tempting me to join their parties, to become a member of their club."

"She doesn't even know that I've already discovered her identity."

"It's so tiring to play along with a woman."

As he said this, Father Tony's phone suddenly vibrated.

Without thinking, he took out his phone and saw a new message had come through.

The contact was none other than Emily, the Voodoo Cult's leader in New York.

Here's what it said.

["Dear Father Tony, I think you should seriously consider it. I really want to continue what we didn't finish that day. Even if you are sick, I don't mind at all."]

That day, after Father Tony had discovered the sender's identity, he was so scared he turned green and made the excuse that he was ill in order to flee.

Looking at this message.

Father Tony wanted to delete it, act as if he hadn't seen it.

But remembering Du Wei's advisement to keep watching, Father Tony could only sigh in resignation and quickly composed a message.

["Dear Miss Emily, although I really want to continue, I am a responsible man. Once my primary physician is back in New York, I'll come to find you immediately. I don't want to infect you."]

Emily replied in a second.

["Your primary physician isn't in New York? Do you want me to refer one to you?"]

Father Tony chuckled.

Who else could his primary physician be?

Of course, it was Lord Duwei, the youngest bishop in the church and the head of the Tribunal, the one in charge of the Evil Spirit incidents in New York.

Father Tony couldn't possibly tell her that, so he just sent a random message to get past the issue.

And at that moment.

A call came in.

The contact was Du Wei.

Immediately, Father Tony's eyes lit up, and he pressed the answer button.

Then he heard Du Wei's familiar calm voice on the other end of the line.

"I'm on my way back to New York right now. How have you and Tom been doing in this time? Has anyone from the Voodoo Cult laid hands on you?"

Father Tony said sadly, "It's been really tough for us. Without you in New York these past seven days, we both feel like it's been an eternity."

"Tom is nearly driven insane."

"If you don't come back soon, I'm afraid he might not be able to resist fighting with the Voodoo Cult."