Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

“Uncle Lawrence, I indeed have been afflicted with a curse, so as my future father-in-law, what exactly do you want to tell me?”

“When I first encountered the curse, I knew how dangerous and terrifying it was.”

“But what’s done cannot be undone, so what I really want to know is, does the Wittebach family have a way to resolve the curse?”

Upstairs, Du Wei’s tone was inexplicably strange.

The information Lawrence revealed had no impact on him.

To put it bluntly, he was actually not too troubled by the curse.

For now, the curse was in a dormant phase, seemingly devouring his dreams, amassing power and waiting for the next outbreak.

However, these past few days, he had applied intense self-suggestion to himself and hadn’t dreamed at all.

Besides, he had many other problems and didn’t care much about whether he was cursed or not.

It wasn’t a big problem…

Lawrence stood by Du Wei’s side, patted his shoulder, and said, “There is indeed a solution. Since Alex was born, most of my efforts have gone into researching the literature and materials in this area.”

“It was after she told me she was with you that I found a Stele from an extinct religion during the Church Crusades.”

“The Stele was inscribed with lost script chronicling many things, but out of the several hundred scholars I consulted, only a small part of the information was decoded. However, that was already enough.”

“This method of breaking the curse is specifically aimed at demons.”

“Knowing the demon’s true name, chanting it, would drive it out of the human world, and all the filth would be taken away.”

Upon hearing this,

Du Wei raised an eyebrow and asked, “The filth refers to the curse, right?”

Lawrence nodded, “Yes, but you have to be sure that the demon’s true name is correct; otherwise, not only will it fail, but the demon will also take over your body and descend into the human world.”

After pondering for a while, Du Wei spoke again, “I think I understand. So, regarding the person who left the prophecy, does the Wittebach family have any record of him? In fact, I have also come across such people recently.”

Lawrence replied knowingly, “You’re talking about the Vanity Sect, right? It seems that person has no connection with the Vanity Sect.”

With a thoughtful look, Du Wei said, “If that’s the case, I think I know who you’re talking about. That person made two masks, and according to the information you provided, he seems to be the curse’s arch-enemy, having used many things to imprison the curse’s medium.”

Upon hearing this, Lawrence shook his head, “I’m not clear on that.”

His knowledge of that mysterious person had come at a great cost and was gathered from certain informants, including the Dusk Bell Church.

But no matter what, it wasn’t possible for him to understand more thoroughly than Du Wei, who had personally experienced it.

After all, Du Wei was the only person related to the curse who had come into contact with it and was still alive.

At that moment,

Du Wei smiled and said, “Then I have understood the situation thoroughly, and I’m very grateful for your explanation.”

Lawrence waved his hand in embarrassment, “I should be the one grateful. After all, you saved Alex, and you are the one who has been touched by the curse.” ṜᴀƝŎΒÈs̩

With calm, Du Wei said, “At the time, my objective was simply to save myself, not for her, and of course, to talk about it now is of little significance.”

Lawrence grew increasingly satisfied with Du Wei, “You’re quite remarkable. If you need help with breaking the curse in the future, you can always come to me.”

With that, he took out a gold-embossed personal business card from his pocket.

Du Wei took the business card and smiled, “Okay, Uncle.”

Lawrence patted Du Wei’s shoulder, “Don’t be so formal, you will definitely become the son-in-law of the Wittebach family, in fact, you could call me dad.”

Du Wei forced a smile, “Alright, Uncle Lawrence.”

He was very traditional, and it was unlikely he would say it before they were married.

And for Du Wei, he could never get over the death of his biological father.

Some titles were something he preferred not to mention.

However, Lawrence interpreted Du Wei’s behavior as reserved and shy.

Thus, his satisfaction with Du Wei grew even further.

The Church’s Deputy Chief Judge, and a mysteriously powerful hunter.

There could be no one more suitable to marry his daughter.

…

Alex’s parents arrived quickly, and they left just as fast.

That very night.

Lawrence took his wife and boarded a plane leaving New York.

Furman District.

Du Wei spent the night at Alex’s home.

By this time, it was already past midnight.

In the past, the chances of Du Wei sleeping at this hour were almost non-existent. He was either dealing with Evil Spirits, or on his way to dealing with them.

Only when he was with Alex could Du Wei maintain a normal routine.

Even if it was always after exhaustion.

The bedroom was very quiet, with only the faint moonlight piercing through the curtains and casting a glow inside the room.

Du Wei held Alex in his arms, his eyes closed in sleep.

But suddenly…

His expression tensed up, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

In the darkness, Alex was awakened by the noise. Upon opening her eyes, she frowned slightly in discomfort.

Feeling the force on her shoulder, she gently pushed Du Wei, “Baby, you’re hurting me…”

She had just finished speaking.

Alex’s beautiful face turned somewhat unsightly, noticing that Du Wei’s forehead was covered in cold sweat and his pajamas were soaked with sweat.

As if he were having a nightmare.

“Baby? Baby, wake up?”

Alex pushed Du Wei, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t wake him up.

…

At this moment.

At an international airport in Europe, it was just dawning.

A middle-aged man in a black suit, holding a suitcase, walked out.

He was balding with little hair left, and always had a smile on his face, looking very approachable.

It was Hannibal.

Hannibal took a deep breath of air, somewhat intoxicated, and said, “Fresh air always stirs my appetite.”

Europe was the domain of the Veda Sect.

Even though the Veda Sect’s connection with officials wasn’t deep, cult ideology rooted amongst the people was quite popular here.

“I should be staying here for quite a while. I hope during this time, I can get in touch with the Veda Sect’s higher-ups.”

“Better yet, to make contact with their leader, and let them know their god has long since appeared in the human world.”

Hannibal had severed ties with the Dusk Bell Church, the ease with which he did so was all because he had struck some sort of deal with the real leader of the Dusk Bell Church.

He killed the unfortunate hunter Coral for that old man, sending a warning to those behind her.

“Judging by the time, the Dusk Bell should have already spread the news of my defection. Foolish lambs always enjoy wrestling within the pen.”

Hannibal said with a light tone, then turned and got into a taxi.

The early morning sun had already risen, and the sunlight shined through the taxi window onto him, casting three shadows.

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