Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"Because we are now in the Vanity Sect of the Victorian Era."

"As for why we are here, you might understand it as the same thing happening again since last time."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei spoke in a flat tone.

It seemed not to care at all about where it was.

Nor did it care whether it was the past, the present, or the future.

Because essentially,

It disliked every era.

Instead, the Envelope was completely stunned, "Master, this isn't right. Last time we entered Hell's Gate and ended up in the Victorian Era, that was somewhat reasonable, but going through again, this is definitely not normal!"

"Matthew didn't encounter such an event when he entered Hell's Gate."

"And the bastard dogs of the Vanity Sect, they've been through Hell's Gate more than once. If they had also encountered time travel, I bet they would have already discovered your identity and would be out to get you."

Upon hearing this, the Evil Spirit Du Wei was somewhat surprised, "Who would have thought you'd have some brains to start thinking logically about problems. It seems I had underestimated you before."

The Envelope immediately became excited.

"Great Master, the Envelope has been with you through life and death for more than a day or two. Although I have not learned one ten-thousandth of your brilliant wisdom, I'm already immensely benefited."

"Among all your subordinates, the Envelope may be cunning, insidious, shameless, and cruel, but apart from me, the other Evil Spirits, including Brother Shadow, are idiots."

"The Envelope sees this and it pains my heart, how could such a bunch of stupid subordinates relieve you of your worries?"

"Therefore, there has always been a voice in the Envelope's mind, that for the purpose of your destroying the world, the Envelope must strive to become the brainpower of your ranks."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei was getting irritated by the noise.

It gave the Envelope a cold glance.

Whoosh…

The Envelope was directly burned to ash.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei said in a chilling tone, "I summoned you because I have a task for you, not to flirt here. Keep babbling and I will kill you right now."

With its current abilities,

Killing the Envelope was merely a thought away.

Even though the Envelope had the property of infinite revival, it was useless before it.

Instantly, the Envelope that crawled out from the ashes went silent, quivering.

Meanwhile, the Envelope also felt wronged; the Master of the Evil Spirit was just too fickle, sometimes engaging in normal conversation, and sometimes threatening to kill someone at the slightest provocation.

But the sense of grievance was only momentary.

It realized that its master was a villain, after all!

So vile that even the weird and Evil Spirits had to unite against it.

Isn't it characteristic of a villain to be capricious and murderous?

"Master, the Envelope understands you, understands you so well. Please just command me, and even if I must die, I will accomplish your task."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei couldn't be bothered to argue with the Envelope and commanded directly, "I am going to disappear for a while, and the people of the Vanity Sect have not yet completely become my puppets, which is going to take some time."

"So I'm assigning this task to you."

"Once they become my puppets, you sort out the memories of everyone in the Vanity Sect and imprint all the parts about me."

"When I return, I will make use of them."

Upon hearing this,

The Envelope cautiously asked, "Master, sort their memories? But the Envelope doesn't have that ability. And aren't the people of the Vanity Sect very strong, even in the Victorian Era... They should be referred to as Your Excellency, right?"

"What if they discover the Envelope and decide to kill me, wouldn't that disrupt your plans?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei said indifferently, "I will grant you that ability. As for you? Who dares to kill you? Who can kill you?"

"I am the master of the Vanity Sect."

"But you are different from them."

The Envelope was so excited that it nearly went mad, "Truly worthy of being the master, to be the master of the Vanity Sect and to entrust such an important task to the Envelope, I'm overwhelmed with emotion."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei didn't want to talk anymore.

It pointed at its right eye, and then pointed at the Envelope.

In an instant.

The Envelope found its consciousness linked to thirteen strange and terrifying wills, and this link was exceedingly odd, entirely one-sided.

Every minute, every second, it could sense the changes in those thirteen wills.

It knew that this was the new ability its master had given it.

But if it were to use it on its own, it might only affect some ordinary people; it was absolutely impossible to influence powerhouses like those from the Vanity Sect.

The Envelope was extremely excited.

Just as it was about to grovel and lick Evil Spirit Du Wei's boots again, it found that there was no sign of Evil Spirit Du Wei, as if he had never appeared, leaving not a single trace behind.

[Master is truly too evil.]

[To have become the master of the Vanity Sect and still want to turn them into Puppets, reading their memories.]

[Tsk, even Satan himself from hell might not even go this far.]

[Being able to follow a villain like the master, I, the Envelope, am truly fortunate beyond measure!]

The Envelope was exceptionally good at making things up in its head.

And it was adept at self-brainwashing, the very reason it had survived up until now; after a long time spent self-brainwashing, it didn't even have a concept in its mind.

That concept was that if Evil Spirit Du Wei's methods against the Vanity Sect were so wicked, it, as the number one lackey, might face an even more tragic end one day.

...

At the deepest part of Lake Island.

In that dark space, wrapped in countless chains, was a cubical object upon which the figure of Evil Spirit Du Wei silently appeared.

He casually surveyed his surroundings.

Then, he sat above it and closed his eyes.

Now, he had two things to do: one was to continue assimilating the Demon God, and the second was to assimilate the being wrapped within the chained object, which seemed to be a sarcophagus.

...

Elsewhere.

Outside Lake Island, nearly a hundred kilometers away.

A silver-haired woman was riding a pony at a gallop as she hurried along.

The woman's appearance was stunningly beautiful, but her eyes bore a deep chill and a hint of undisguisable sadness.

The woman was none other than Minette.

With one hand, she held the reins, and with the other, she kept a firm grip on the longsword slung across the horse's back.

At that moment.

The sound of hoofbeats from behind approached with urgency.

"Lord Minette, please wait."

On hearing this, Minette pulled on the reins and slowed down.

Turning her head, she saw a troop of men in black, mounted on horses, riding up to meet her; at the front were Corrine Dowqui and Gascogne.

Above all, it was Gascogne who led them.

It was he who had just spoken.

"Gascogne, I've told you, this is my own affair, I don't need you all to follow," said Minette, her eyes flickering with a trace of disgust.

But Gascogne earnestly replied, "Lord Minette, I'm just too worried about your safety, and the people of the Vanity Sect have always been extremely secretive in their actions. What if they're unwilling to help you?"

The others frowned upon hearing these words.

Corrine Dowqui especially shook his head inwardly; it was an issue initiated by everyone together, but in Gascogne's mouth, it turned into his own concern?

If His Excellency the Duke had not already died.

This man named Gascogne would probably not dare to be so bold.

But Minette simply turned away and, without looking back, said, "I have made my preparations. If the bargaining chip I offer is not enough to persuade them, then I'll resort to my sword."