Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 711 - 689 Never Compromise

Chapter 711: 689, Never Compromise Chapter 711: 689, Never Compromise At this moment, Du Wei still had no idea that his girlfriend had seen right through him.

He even felt a bit smug about it.

“Women are just so easy to deal with.”

That was Du Wei’s sigh.

In the past, he didn’t want to date not only because of his personality but also because he thought women were too much trouble, with endless issues, and simply impossible to please.

But ever since he met Alex,

many of Du Wei’s views had changed significantly.

Ah… women.

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And just then,

suddenly, Du Wei’s phone rang.

He frowned and picked up the phone he had just put down.

The caller was Kane.

Kane was one of the Church’s hunters and held Du Wei in high regard.

Generally, when he called, it was for something very important.

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He pressed the answer button directly.

A tired voice came through from Kane on the other end.

“Good morning, Mr. Du Wei, there’s a big problem with the Vanity Sect.”

Upon hearing this,

an intense look crossed Du Wei’s eyes as he asked, “What’s the situation?”

Kane responded, “It’s Lord Ferren; he has sent a message that Alfaria has obtained the Stele from the Voodoo Cult and is now preparing a ritual for the Armored Divinity Ascension, and the method they’re using is more complete than the one you have used before.”

Du Wei raised his eyebrows.

Alfaria had taken the bait.

This was happening faster than he had thought. He had expected Alfaria to stall for a while, but to think that after obtaining the Stele, he would believe so quickly.

What Du Wei didn’t know was that if Mercer hadn’t been making wild guesses, Alfaria might not have believed so quickly after all.

All thanks should go to Mercer.

“I understand. Can you find out when the Vanity Sect plans to execute their plan?”

“Not at the moment, Alfaria is just too cautious. He has not told anyone the specific time, only that it’s next month, but Lord Ferren suspects that this timeframe is unreliable.”

Du Wei sighed, “Alright, I’ll set off early then. Does Lord Ferren have any other messages?”

Kane pondered for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said, “Lord Ferren mentioned that there’s a message on the Stele which Alfaria interpreted, meaning ‘non-human does not equate to non-self.’ Lord Ferren speculates it might be related to the Armored Divinity Ascension.”

In an instant,

Du Wei was stunned.

What…

Why was it that sentence?

Non-human does not equate to non-self.

Wasn’t that the phrase he often used to remind himself when he was deeply troubled by the threat of Evil Spirit Transformation?

Why was that sentence on the Stele?

On the other end of the phone,

Kane asked with confusion, “Lord Duwei? Is there a problem with the signal? I can’t hear you.”

With a complex tone, Du Wei said, “It’s nothing. I was just thinking about something.”

Kane sounded understanding, “Oh, I see. By the way, when will you be returning to the Church, Lord Duwei? Those two sarcophagi are currently sealed in the basement. But strangely, these last two days I keep hearing thumping sounds from inside the unopened sarcophagus.”

“It’s as if someone is locked inside.”

Du Wei frowned and said, “I should be back in the next couple of days, we’ll talk about everything when I return.”

“Understood.”

…

After hanging up the phone,

Du Wei stepped out of his house, lit a cigarette, and began to walk outside while smoking.

He had a headache.

It was troubling that the message should not have appeared on the Stele, he had thought it would be other important information. Yet surprisingly, it turned out to be a phrase that was meaningless to him and which he already knew.

That meant,

many pieces of information Du Wei thought he knew actually contained errors.

The past of the Duke from the Victorian Era, it wasn’t just his and the Evil Spirit Du Wei’s negated but inseparable past.

His, or rather its, past,

might have been even further back.

For the Stele had been born of an ancient time beyond measure.

“But it is not the past that comes first, then the future, it is the future that comes first, then the past.”

“One day in the future, I might travel to the past in some way, but my existence will definitely not be because I traveled to the present from the past.”

This is the fundamental positioning of self.

Du Wei is definitely not a reincarnation of some being.

One could only say that some being might be him.

“If that’s the case, for what purpose did I travel to a much more distant past one day in the future, and why did I leave this message on the Stele?”

“What exactly do I want to convey?”

“Or am I trying to warn myself in this time period?”

Du Wei asked himself.

He didn’t know how to answer.

Suddenly,

a ridiculously absurd thought flashed through his mind.

Could it be, this was his compromise to the inevitable circumstances?

“Impossible, I will never compromise.”

Du Wei flicked the cigarette ash, his tone was very firm.

He looked ahead, seeing the hustle and bustle of the street with its streams of vehicles and the hurried passersby, and he also saw a signboard.

That signboard had an arrow on it, pointing far into the distance.

…

At this moment,

inside a bar in the North Brook District,

the bar was quite a mess in the early morning.

The merry-makers from the night before had long departed, leaving only disarray, and two or three hungover girls, curled up in a corner sound asleep.

They had extravagantly dyed hair and were scantily clad.

Everything that should and shouldn’t be exposed was on display.

Lucia was a student at a community college.

But to the West, community college was essentially just a diploma; after graduation you either work in a supermarket or learn a special skill in the hope of a better life.

She was deeply dissatisfied with this.

Yet to change anything, she was too lazy to make an effort.

After all, the lives of her peers were all the same.

Staying out all night, binge drinking, fighting, smoking some tobacco.

Waking up from the corner of the bar,

Lucia shook her aching head, groggily made her way to the bar’s restroom.

She turned on the faucet.

She scooped up a handful of ice-cold water, and the touch of the coldness made her much more alert.

Then she washed her face.

“Ugh…”

Lucia closed her eyes as if to savor the moment, as though the weariness brought on by her hangover could be wiped away in an instant.

“Damn school.”

She complained, and as she prepared to grab a tissue to dry off, the moment she opened her eyes, she let out a sharp cry.

“Fuck!”

In that instant,

she thought she saw the reflection of a man’s back in the mirror, a man with a slim figure, his shadow elongated behind him, as though there were a pair of horrifying eyes hidden within it, staring intently at her.

“What was that?”

Lucia, full of doubt, rubbed the mirror carefully, but then everything looked normal again.

“Did I see it wrong?”

Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable chill in her heart.

It was an instinctive reaction.

“Forget it, I should go back to school, I have class in the afternoon.”

With that thought, Lucia hurriedly left the bar.

But,

in the reflection of the bar’s glass door, a shadow flickered by.

It was as if something was following Lucia.