Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

These Evil Spirits don’t actually exist; they are false…

Leaving behind the shadow was also to give the opponent an illusion.

After doing all this,

Du Wei turned around and tossed a Coin.

It didn’t matter whether it was heads or tails; he just needed an Evil Spirit to escort and protect him.

However, maybe luck really had arrived, because this time it just happened to land heads up.

The skull emerged behind Du Wei.

Du Wei, as if he hadn’t heard anything, put everything into his backpack and then, drenched in the rain, took step by step into the icy dark waters…

…

Du Wei felt an intense sensation of suffocation, even though he knew this was all in a painting and everything was fake, instinct made it hard to ignore.

He could only undergo Evil Spirit Transformation, completely disregarding whether he was going to suffocate or not.

In the lake…

In the darkest, deepest parts there were undercurrents and vortexes.

A normal person, when encountering such a situation, would surely stay as far away from the vortex as possible.

Because once caught in the vortex, even a buffalo wouldn’t be able to come out alive.

That force was simply too strong.

But Du Wei didn’t care at all; he exerted all his strength and swam towards the deepest, most dangerous vortex.

He told himself, “How could there be a vortex in an artificial lake…”

“So, this is actually a conceptual gate…”

“But after I enter the real gate, what I will face are hundreds of Evil Spirits and one Hoddy…”

“Even though I can wear the mask, there are too many variables.”

“I need to make thorough preparations.”

“Undergo Evil Spirit Transformation again, experience what they call pain once more, and hopefully, it will grant me a powerful ability, becoming my best trump card.”

The closer it got to this moment, the clearer Du Wei’s mind became; halfway through his swim, the vortex pulled his entire body in.

He relaxed his muscles, clutched his backpack tightly, and closed his eyes.

His consciousness entered the darkness.

All the experiences he had gone through from a young age flashed in his mind.

This was a necessary stage that normal hunters went through; the pain was lengthy but at the same time brief.

Because once the pain ended, one would gain some sort of special ability.

Of course, this came at a price…

…

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Suddenly, a buzzing… sharp cry rang out in Du Wei’s mind.

It was not a death scene, but rather a completely different sensation.

The next second,

Du Wei only felt the scene before his eyes suddenly change, the ground beneath him vanished, and he plunged down at high speed.

Thump…

Du Wei crashed heavily onto the ground, rolling on the spot to dissipate most of the force.

About two meters…

Information instantly appeared in his mind, and when he raised his head again, the scene before him shocked him immensely…

This…

The torrential rain poured down; he had just come out from the illusionary painting, and his dry clothes were immediately soaked.

But what was terrifying was,

he found himself on the podium in the middle of the school plaza, surrounded by hundreds of expressionless, hollow-eyed, silent students holding Black Umbrellas.

There were no teachers at all.

They were the real terrifying Evil Spirits.

Now, Du Wei had truly entered behind the gate.

So, where was the painting?

At this point, Du Wei had not forgotten his original purpose, to destroy that painting or to close the gate from inside.

“I fell from above, so the oil painting was up there…”

Du Wei squinted his eyes and suddenly looked up to see a completely rusted steel flagpole, standing upright behind him.

As his gaze moved upward, he saw a body, impaled by the flagpole through the chest, hanging two meters above the ground…

The body’s hair was sparsely thin, looking ridiculous, and the flesh, due to prolonged exposure to heavy rain, was moldy, rotten, and filthy beyond compare.

Yet in the hands of the corpse was an oil painting, depicting, as Du Wei had said, the door locked with chains in the Esselgreen basement.

Due to the angle, Du Wei couldn’t see the face of the corpse.

The oil painting created a barrier.

The body was above, Du Wei below.

Even so, Du Wei, who was undergoing the Evil Spirit Transformation, could keenly feel an incredibly angry and icy stare.

That gaze was filled with deep resentment…

“Principal Hoddy, we meet at last.”

Du Wei’s tone was very somber, revealing a hint of annoyance…

His entire right hand began to show abnormal color changes, with the Evil Spirit-transformed hand looking very pale, like that of a corpse, and not a living person.

This had appeared earlier, but now there was a strange pattern on his right hand.

Three short horizontal lines overlapped, resembling the hand of the Antique Clock in his home…

But there was no clock face.

He was now a true hunter.

He also understood his own abilities.

Indeed very powerful…

Powerful enough that he was completely unsure what to do with it…

As long as he had contact with an Evil Spirit, he could leave behind a Mark of the Evil Spirit, which upon use, would summon the spirit to appear beside him, ignoring space and distance, to launch an attack…

It was tantamount to suicide…

How was he supposed to use this?

For the moment, Du Wei couldn’t think of any use, but he had to admit the Mark’s power was indeed very BUG.

If he could find the right use for it, it would probably be another trump card for a decisive victory.

And the corpse that was impaled by the flagpole and hung two meters high suddenly trembled.

“Du… Du Wei, don’t move rashly, otherwise, we’ll both die…”

The voice was very hoarse, carrying a chilling undertone and the sense of decay…

The Evil Spirit students took a step forward.

There was no sound of footsteps.

Everything seemed eerily silent and mysterious.

Du Wei took a deep breath, pulled out a flintlock pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at Hoddy, “Do you think I would trust you?”

The body slowly slid down the rusted and darkened flagpole.

At the same time, black blood flowed down…

It wasn’t dead yet.

With a hoarse voice, Hoddy said, “Actually, I am like you, I am a hunter too, a hunter of the Veda Sect. I apologize for my earlier actions, but please believe me, if you step off this podium, you really will die.”

“With hundreds of Evil Spirits, no matter how strong you are, it’s impossible to get out alive.”

The entire podium was built on a concrete foundation, about three meters in size; the area was very small.

Suddenly, Du Wei and Hoddy were facing each other head-on.

His eyes lingered on the oil painting that Hoddy’s dry, decaying hands clutched.

“I don’t trust someone who harbors ill intent towards me. Give me that painting, or else I’ll send you to meet your Veda god with one shot right now,” Du Wei said indifferently.

Du Wei’s voice was cold, he had a way out, and he didn’t care about the so-called predicament.

Moreover, he didn’t believe a word Hoddy said.

But Hoddy refused, “I can’t give you the painting, because it’s very important for both of us; without it, we couldn’t possibly leave.”

“Aren’t you worried about being killed by hundreds of Evil Spirits?”

“Even if you have a way to leave, can you ensure that the Evil Spirits won’t attack you?”

“Besides, the Veda Sect has prepared for this for a long time, they are waiting to welcome me back. Even if you manage to escape from here, you’ll face the Veda Sect’s pursuit.”

“However, I have a plan. If you work with me, I can let you join the Veda Sect. How about a bishop position?”

“As long as you join the Veda Sect, power, women, money—everything you desire, I can give it to you.”

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