Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Lake Island.

The setting sun cast a reddish glow over the Gothic-style architecture on the island, which seemed utterly devoid of any dark or obscure shadows, and instead appeared very beautiful.

However, when the air twisted into a vortex and Brother Shadow stepped out with an Evil Spirit Scalpel piercing the Envelope, the temperature around him dropped significantly.

Brother Shadow was now a Demon Spirit, and a rather terrifying one at that.

Chill and horror were his truest depiction.

Only in front of Du Wei and Evil Spirit Du Wei did he seem harmless, for his master was the most dangerous existence in this world.

On the other hand, the Envelope looked very awkward, pierced by the Evil Spirit Scalpel and hanging on it.

"Brother Shadow, let me down. The Evil Spirit Scalpel the master gave you is too eerie. My Envelope can't get free; it can only be stuck fast."

Although the Envelope held Brother Shadow in contempt, it knew when to submit.

After all, the master wasn't present, and who knows, if it angered Brother Shadow, the moron, it might actually get killed.

Brother Shadow's eyes, filled with blood vessels, glared at the Envelope.

He gave no response.

The Envelope sensed something was amiss and quickly added in a flattering tone, "Hey, Brother Shadow, I know you don't talk, but we're both the most loyal dogs to our master. We're all dogs, so why sweat the small stuff?"

"Come on, let me down. The master has assigned us a task, and we should work hard together to complete it!"

"Otherwise, it doesn't fit with our villains' camp's positioning at all."

Upon hearing the word "master," Brother Shadow finally showed some reaction.

After hesitating for a moment, he flicked the Evil Spirit Scalpel, sending the Envelope flying.

The Envelope immediately floated in mid-air.

The puncture wound also healed by itself.

All thanks to the undead revival, allowing the Envelope to live until now.

Otherwise, it probably would've been GG long ago.

Just as the Envelope finally gained freedom, it instantly reverted to its true nature.

"Brother Shadow, you are the highest in combat under our master, while I, the Envelope, am the highest in intelligence. So in master's absence, I can command you. Do you understand?"

Brother Shadow held the Evil Spirit Scalpel, tilting his head as he looked over the Envelope.

The Envelope, not paying him any heed, shook a few times. A Coin and a dice fell out of the opening of the Envelope.

"See? The master entrusted these items to me, which shows how much he values me. And you, just a moron—if it weren't for your blind loyalty, I can't see why the master has kept you around for so long."

"Listen to me. Let's go kill Minette."

The Envelope's thinking was straightforward; it believed its master could never make a mistake.

Since the master wanted to kill Minette before—though it didn't understand why—just follow that plan.

The Envelope was with Du Wei before, behind what seemed to be the Victorian Era's Hell's Gate, and it clearly remembered that Minette ultimately gave the power of Future Sight to its master.

He was, at best, a Top Hunter.

And that was being generous.

There was no way he could beat the present Brother Shadow, especially with the Envelope strategizing.

"Hmm... though Brother Shadow is a bit of a moron and a brute, slightly inferior to me, the Envelope, in terms of strength... he can definitely handle killing Minette."

Thinking this, the Envelope began to issue its haughty commands to Brother Shadow.

"Move out, Brother Shadow. Let's take out Minette; that will surely make the master very happy."

...

Meanwhile.

Alfaria knelt on the ground, a crystal-made Dagger stuck in his shoulder, bleeding profusely.

Blood also dribbled from beneath the mask covering his chin.

"How is this possible..."

Alfaria lifted his head, his fierce gaze filled with disbelief.

Opposite him, Minette held a long sword in one hand, its tip across her chest, her exquisite and stunning face was completely devoid of warmth—a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.

If the Envelope were here.

It would have noticed that Minette was wielding the sword with her left hand, not her Right Hand.

On the back of her right hand was the pattern of a mask, subtly exuding a terrifying chill.

This chill was faintly perceptible, but one could not ignore its presence.

Minette looked at Alfaria, her voice sweet and melodious, yet her tone was brutally cold, "There is nothing impossible. I originally wanted to make a deal with you, to find a way to bring him back, but since you want to attack me, let's just tear off the pretense."

Since that tragic experience in London City.

Minette had lost the Future Sight ability that came with her Evil Spirit Transformation, and her strength had dropped far too much.

The weak do not deserve to have what they want.

Moreover, Minette believed that the person she couldn't let go of had completely disappeared from her memory, which was becoming increasingly blurry.

Minette even realized that she could no longer remember what that man looked like.

She only remembered his name—Du Wei.

It was a name she was unwilling and unable to forget.

Minette knew how difficult it was to bring Du Wei back to this world, and without strength, there was no point in talking about anything.

So, she began her Evil Spirit Transformation once more.

Somehow, the image of a mask appeared on the back of her right hand.

Her overall strength had become even greater than before.

She speculated that perhaps the reason the external manifestation of her Evil Spirit Transformation was the same pattern as the mask he wore was because her ties with Du Wei were too profound.

"No... this is the only memento he left for me," Minette thought to herself, unaware that in the future, a man named James would undergo a similar experience.

However, his transformation showed itself as a pair of eyes.

While what she obtained was strength.

Because she longed for strength.

James was purely traumatized by the emotionless gaze of the Evil Spirit Du Wei's eyes.

Minette gripped her sword, ready to end Alfaria.

She coveted the Vanity Sect's years of accumulation, wanting to find the method she sought from within their collected archives.

Alfaria was in terrible shape at the moment.

Without undergoing Evil Spirit Transformation, Minette was absolutely no match for him, but once she had transformed, she was unbelievably powerful.

And then there was…

The mask pattern on the back of that woman's right hand imposed a strange suppression on him, preventing him from using his full strength.

"Damn it..."

Alfaria coughed up blood, grinding his teeth and secretly pondered: Could it be his master had indeed developed feelings for this woman and shared some of his power with her?

If that were the case, his coming to kill Minette might well be suicide.

Alfaria even wondered whether it was a punishment for harboring thoughts he shouldn't have entertained.

Desperation began to grip Alfaria.

But just then, Minette suddenly frowned, holding the sword in her left hand, her figure vanished on the spot.

Immediately after, an Evil Spirit Scalpel and a Dagger were thrust out from the shadows.

Brother Shadow glared with bloodshot eyes, the Envelope floating beside him.

Seeing this, Alfaria couldn't help but blurt out, "Brother Shadow, Lord Envelope, did the master send you to save me?"

But Minette's eyes widened in astonishment, "Brother Shadow, the Envelope, I remember you... Shouldn't you have disappeared with him? Why are you here?"