Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 429 - : 425, Impurity (Third update, asking for monthly pass)

Chapter 429: 425, Impurity (Third update, asking for monthly pass)

Suffering…

Torment…

The collision of these two thoughts made Du Wei utterly devastated.

Moreover, this was a mess he had created himself.

Because he felt that this state was wrong.

This shouldn’t be him.

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“The problem lies with the Evil Spirit part of me…”

Du Wei gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse with pain as he clutched his head and kept moving.

On a rainy night just before dawn, he, like an Evil Spirit, vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving New York nearly a hundred kilometers behind.

When he encountered that middle-aged driver, he actually wanted to kill him.

Without reason.

A complete trampling of life.

Du Wei was no saint, but he wasn’t inherently bad, either.

He was an egoist who, when possible, would offer help to others, provided that they had a good relationship with him.

Like Father Tony, like Tom.

Before, he had even wanted to rescue Ryan from Dusk Bell Church.

Because that’s what he should have done.

But now, seeing a living person made him want to kill, and if that driver hadn’t spoken words of kindness, Du Wei would have crushed him into a mist of blood by now.

Du Wei and the Evil Spirit Du Wei had already merged.

But the fusion was imperfect because the Evil Spirit Du Wei had assimilated too many chaotic elements—the Mirror Evil Spirit, Evil Spirits, and even a part of Pennywise.

As a result, the true nature of the Evil Spirit Du Wei had deviated slightly.

This led to the current Du Wei having two sets of thoughts—he could only suppress his own graceful, merciless, and extremely indifferent evil side.

As for his good side?

It seemed he lacked such a thing.

“I need to find a way to eliminate all the messy stuff, otherwise, I might go to another extreme.”

Du Wei’s voice was fierce as he stood in the middle of a wilderness.

The surroundings were vast and boundless, empty and desolate, which was disconcerting.

“Esselgreen and Yard City’s crossroads?”

“Is this the wheat field where I killed Mary Shaw?”

A flicker of clarity shone in Du Wei’s eyes as his mind raced.

The reason he referred to himself as ‘I’ was that, after the fusion, the memories of both were synchronized. What the Evil Spirit Du Wei had done was as if he had done it himself.

All the past was his own experience.

The next second.

Du Wei once again disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was in a house in Esselgreen City, the entrance of which was cordoned off with barriers and sealed with tape.

There was also a sign hanging—[No Entry]

Yet Du Wei walked in as if he hadn’t seen it, his body like a shadow.

Barriers, the locked doors of the house, did not hinder him at all; he entered by walking.

The living room came into view.

Many photos were hanging on the walls, some of a family of three, others of two teenage girls posing together for a selfie.

This was the home of Tom’s beloved deceased neighbor, Joanna, in Esselgreen.

And in the basement of this house, there was a door.

Known as: Hell’s Gate.

The Veda Sect had tried many times to open this door, but with every opening, some individuals would disappear.

No one would remember those people, not even their names or genders.

This was a conceptual disappearance.

An accident ten years ago had resulted in the creation of a school, as well as over a hundred student spirits.

People from the Vanity Sect had shown up at that time, and the name Hell’s Gate was suggested by that mysterious individual.

Du Wei didn’t intend to open that door.

Rather, he wanted to enter the passage behind it.

Because he remembered clearly that at the end of the passage, the top had an outline of a human face, with lines delineating parts of the mouth and eyes.

Just by looking up, one could see something eerie.

Bishop Slivka saw a woman with rotting skin and silver hair, whom he declared to be the Lord.

But Du Wei saw nothing.

Now, however, he wanted to have a look.

The initial form of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was the Masked Evil Spirit, and the mask was a replica of the Primitive Mask of the Vanity Sect.

In the distant past, a powerful individual had crafted the mask.

Most importantly, Du Wei’s father-in-law Lawrence had also mentioned that the creator of the mask had visited the Wittebach family and left behind a prophecy.

That individual must have lived for a very long time.

“The memories of the Evil Spirit Du Wei do not hold that individual because it wasn’t the first Masked Evil Spirit.”

The face-changing mechanism involved a spirit from the mask taking possession, with the face-changed individual entering the mask and becoming the Masked Evil Spirit.

“However, it has a recollection of the face outline at the top of the passage.”

“This may solve the problem I am facing now.”

Du Wei murmured to himself as he walked to the entrance of the basement.

Sandbags blocked the basement entrance.

But Du Wei could see a trace of eerie power continuously seeping out, as if whispering in secret, with a tempting tone.

“Hell’s Gate…”

Du Wei ignored the tempting whispers, waved his hand, and the sandbags flew out on their own.

Soon.

The staircase appeared before him.

The basement was dark and creepy, pitch-black.

But the current Du Wei could clearly see every corner.

There was no need to enter the state of Spirit Vision.

His perspective was that of the Evil Spirit.

Dat, dat, dat…

Footsteps sounded.

…

Moist, sticky.

Many pieces of torn cloth and miscellaneous items parted on their own.

A door, tightly locked by huge chains, appeared in front of Du Wei.

“Is Hell truly connected behind this door?”

A thought flashed through his mind, but he calmly snuffed it out; as long as he didn’t open it, nothing would happen.

When Du Wei first saw Hell’s Gate, he only felt it was strange, but now, he had an inexplicable intuition that if he opened it, even after merging with it, he wouldn’t be able to resist that conceptually existential erasure.

Gah-gee…

His pupils contracted as the wooden door moved on its own.

What was exposed was a narrow, human-shaped passageway.

Then, Du Wei’s complexion started to change.

“Is something calling me?”

“Is it that face contour?”

Du Wei waved his hand indifferently.

A mask appeared on its own and settled on his face; the dark shadow, however, didn’t possess him but appeared in a corner, bloodshot eyes fixated on Du Wei.

The two daggers rose occasionally, only to fall again.

The current Du Wei was indistinguishable to it.

It was very intent on killing the Evil Spirit Du Wei but didn’t dare to.

Then, dice, lighters, coins, flintlock guns—all floated beside him.

They seemed like guards.

Now possessing the power of Evil Spirit Du Wei, the effects he exhibited when using these items had almost changed in nature.

If there were danger, he would simply overpower and kill.

He had this confidence.

…

After a short while.

He arrived at the turn at the end of the passageway.

Du Wei lifted his head to look.

There was a face contour above.

The feeling of being summoned came from that face contour.

An unusual fluctuation was spreading.

It triggered the pain Du Wei had been repressing.

He groaned, the collision of two thoughts in his mind giving him an urge to tear something apart.

Even before his eyes, it seemed as if he were seeing some strange illusions, and in his ears, there seemed to be someone whispering abstruse language.

Ah…

Du Wei bent over in pain, a strong sense of dizziness swept over him, he felt the urge to vomit…

But the aura emanating from him was exceptionally suppressed.

All along the passageway’s walls, cracks began to appear.

His eyes grew colder and more sinister, his demeanor also carried an indescribable elegance.

He was leaning towards the evil side.

But this didn’t mean the Evil Spirit Du Wei had come back to life.

For example, when a person is in a bad mood, they might be irritable and cold.

But when in a good mood, they can be gentle and calm.

“All of you, get out of here!”

Du Wei abruptly lifted his head, a profound darkness surfacing in the depths of his eyes, which became utterly pitch black in an instant.

The eerie pattern on his right hand hid beneath the mask.

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Click…

It was as if the sound of a mirror shattering.

Then, a transparent figure exuding an evil aura burst out of Du Wei’s body as if fleeing.

Yet just as it thought to escape, Du Wei reached out his hand, catching the transparent figure in his grasp.

It was the Evil Spirit.

“You were the first to launch a sneak attack on me!”

Du Wei looked coldly at the Evil Spirit struggling in his hand and squeezed forcefully.

Boom…

The Evil Spirit almost burst under the pressure.

“Killing you just like this would be letting you off too easily. Aren’t you able to initiate bets and grant wishes? Then transform into what you should become.”

Du Wei casually flung the Evil Spirit away, but his pupils contracted as the latter seemed to hit an invisible wall, trapped in place.

He extended his right hand again and squeezed, compressing the whole Evil Spirit into a mass.

Upon releasing his grip, the compressed Evil Spirit was torn apart.

Two Joker Cards floated in the air, flying to Du Wei’s side.

Seemingly still unsatisfied.

Du Wei placed his hand over his heart, pulled gently, and extracted a severed fuse.

All impurities had been eradicated.

The conflict of thoughts no longer existed.

Du Wei looked at the severed fuse in his hand and suddenly smiled.

“I detest betrayal, so Pennywise, did you think you could escape me?”

“What gave you that confidence?”

After he finished speaking, Du Wei coldly glanced at the face contour above his head, frowned in disgust, and waved his hand nonchalantly before turning to walk away.

After he left.

The entire passageway started to tremble, with numerous cracks spreading and dust flying.

It collapsed…