Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

When leaving, Tom asked Father Tony for a bottle of Holy Water.

As soon as he stepped out of the church, he couldn’t stop coughing, which greatly surprised Du Wei, who was about to drive away.

After a moment of thought, Du Wei turned around and asked, “Do you want to say something?”

There was a look of strangeness on Tom’s face. He turned to glance at the church, making sure Father Tony hadn’t followed out, then said awkwardly, “Um… I have something I want to ask you, it’s about the Holy Water.”

Du Wei responded with curiosity, “Holy Water? Are you planning to use it to fight the Evil Spirit?”

Tom said awkwardly, “No… no, it’s not that. I feel a bit embarrassed to say this, since you are also a person of the church. I just want to ask you if Holy Water can be used to wash one’s body.”

Du Wei shook his head and said, “Of course you can, but a bottle this size isn’t really enough for a bath, as it’s far too little.”

Tom waved his hand, “It doesn’t matter, I wasn’t planning on washing my whole body anyway. Right, I’m going to investigate the Veda Sect and will inform you immediately if there’s any news.”

"Um… okay.”

For some reason, he always felt Tom’s tone was a bit seedy.

Using Holy Water to wash one’s body…

Could it be…

"Tsk… Tom seems to have been startled by the Evil Spirit while he was getting intimate with someone. I hope he doesn’t develop a psychological trauma from it.”

"No… rather, I hope the Holy Water can help him rid himself of the psychological trauma.”

Du Wei couldn’t help but smile wryly, then turned, opened the car door, and got in.

"Time to go home…”

From yesterday until now, Du Wei had had no time to rest. He was extremely exhausted and knew he couldn’t hold up much longer without some rest.

And…

It was also time to try to resolve some issues of his own.

…

Meanwhile.

In a hospital ward about two hundred kilometers from Massas City,

Thompson’s expression was very solemn.

In one hand he held a crucifix, and in the other a Bible, as he recited holy scriptures in a low voice.

"The eyes of the Lord are always upon you. You will be bathed in glory and dwell with the Lord. You will find peace, blessings, and joy, and all evils will be kept far from you. Have a good sleep.”

In front of him, James, with a ghastly pale and twisted face, lay in bed, his right hand, which had been severed at the shoulder, was bandaged and had stopped bleeding.

The only remaining hand was gripped tightly to the bedsheets, looking excruciatingly painful.

His eyes, cold and calm, seemed out of place.

In Massas City, James had successfully entered the Third Phase of Spirit Vision and endured the pain of Evil Spirit Transformation, leading everyone to safety.

As a result, however, he lost his entire Right Hand and nearly died from excessive blood loss.

After being transferred to three different hospitals overnight, he was finally out of mortal danger.

But what happened next was unexpected.

James could not close his eyes and signs of a mental breakdown began to emerge. His Evil Spirit Transformation seemed to be affected and he couldn’t exit this state at all.

That’s why Thompson was blessing him in the hospital room, hoping to alleviate some of his suffering.

"Have a good sleep, child of the Lord. You’ve endured too much pain.”

After making the sign of the cross on his chest, Thompson placed the crucifix upon James’s chest.

Perhaps the blessing had an effect…

The moment the cross touched James’s chest, those misfitting, cold eyes suddenly closed.

Immediately after, the sound of peaceful breathing could be heard.

Thompson heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead; although he had served in the church for many years, he had never encountered such a situation, which was unbelievably bizarre.

Even so, the feeling James gave him was that he could lose control at any moment.

"May you be well.”

Finally, whispering these words, Thompson walked to the door and briskly pulled it open.

Outside the door.

There stood an anxious Homier along with two tall exorcists.

Thompson glanced at them and casually shut the door behind him.

"Please don’t worry too much, James has fallen asleep now. What we need to do next is wait for the church to issue instructions.”

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These words were directed at Homier, because this young girl was related to James by blood, being his niece.

Upon hearing this, Homier’s relief quickly turned back into tension.

She looked at Thompson with a puzzled expression: “Your Excellency, are you suggesting that the church has some other decision regarding Uncle James?”

Thompson nodded, his tone profound, “James is currently undergoing some special changes, his will is being tested, and the church will also assess his mental state accordingly.”

In reality, Thompson himself didn’t know how the church was planning to deal with James.

However, it seemed that the decision-makers had obtained some important information from the Dusk Bell Church and were considering re-establishing the Tribunal as a department dedicated to solving Evil Spirit events. It was likely that James would be recruited into it.

Of course…

Even if James were to be recruited, his status wouldn’t be particularly high, because above him, there were five hunters from the previous generation.

With this thought, Thompson shook his head at Homier, who was on the verge of speaking, and said, “Let’s leave it at that. James has lost a lot of blood and needs to rest properly. It’s best not to disturb him, and remember, this matter must be kept secret.”

Homier furrowed her brows, “Does ’keep secret’ refer to Uncle James’s situation?”

Thompson replied, “Everything from your arrival in Massas City to now must remain confidential.”

Homier hummed in acknowledgment, and the other exorcists nodded thoughtfully as well.

Although they weren’t particularly clear about James’s current condition, everyone knew that this mature and stable exorcist had become different from them.

Half an hour later.

The hospital room was silent.

James lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing deep and steady.

Apart from his face being extremely pale due to the excessive blood loss, he seemed no different from a normal person.

As time went by, underneath James’s eyelids, unusual changes began to occur.

His eyes moved back and forth, as though observing something.

Suddenly…

Those eyes opened, cold and chilling, yet calm without a ripple.

And James, as if unaware, continued to sleep soundly.

This scene was very peculiar, as if James had lost control over his eyes or had never left the state of Evil Spirit Transformation, being forcefully trapped at a critical point by “the eyes.”

However, these eyes seemed unable to affect James’s body; even when opened to their fullest, almost leaping out of their sockets, they could not see any more than was possible.

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