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The top floor of Wes Hospital, not far from Lisa's ward.

Three patients with Fiery Soul Syndrome lay on the hospital bed, while Xu Yi sat beside them, staring at the lusterless portrait of Fire Gui with a vacant look in his eyes, as if he were daydreaming.

His visit to Wes Hospital today wasn't just to see Lisa—it was also to attend to a few "patients" who had made appointments.

Curing these patients with Fiery Soul Syndrome had been promised before the action at Saint O'Hagan, and now that the Evil God had fallen, he couldn't shirk his duties and could only come to remove the curse.

Because the source of the curse had dissipated, exorcising the curse had become much simpler now—a single portrait of Fire Gui could cleanse three people of their curse.

The patients on the beds slowly came to, their fevers gradually subsiding, and the unnatural redness faded from their faces.

The family members of the patients at the scene were thrilled but covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound and disturb the silence, for Xu Yi was still sitting on his stool, silent.

They were well aware of the status Mr. Xu Yi now held in New York City. Although Xu Yi had asked the government to keep it a secret, there are no walls without cracks, especially with so many witnesses present.

Anyone with even the slightest connection now knew that Xu Yi was the "Great Exorcist" who had dealt with the Evil God.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The number of people eager to seek Xu Yi's exorcism services was countless, and invitations fluttered toward his studio like snowflakes.

Holy Flame Exorcism Studio, once an unknown small studio, had become one of the top Exorcism Studios in New York.

Xu Yi's silence and his daydreaming posture had nothing to do with the Fiery Soul Syndrome patients before him.

At this moment, he was using the Symbiotic Eye to observe the interior space of the toy Treasure Box.

Behind Annabelle's throne, the Cat Spirit Holy Tree clung to the purple-red wall, its branches spreading out like a thorny wall that guarded the throne.

The Cat Spirit Holy Tree did not belong to an actual tree species, nor was it plant or animal; it was an indeterminate species, so it did not need to take root in the soil.

The cat spirits within the Holy Tree were released, and Bastet chased after them; cat spirits scurried all over the space, and Bastet frolicked with sheer delight.

Xu Yi's attention was not on the playful Bastet, but constantly fixed on the Holy Tree upon the wall.

The Holy Tree had actually fruited, bearing two black little fruit.

Within the larger black fruit, one could see the silhouette of a person in its core—William's Fruit of Faith.

The Cat Spirit Holy Tree had become a vessel for the Power of Faith, a situation that Xu Yi hadn't anticipated, but it was within reason, considering Bastet was his Incarnation of the Evil God.

For Xu Yi, this was undoubtedly good news.

Receiving the Power of Faith directly with his main body could lead to being exposed if he encountered a powerful being. With the Cat Spirit Holy Tree, it was akin to adding an extra layer of disguise.

No, more than just one layer of disguise.

If one were to compare Xu Yi to a hacker lurking in the shadows, those seeking him would have to bypass three layers—Fire Gui, Cat Spirit Bastet, Cat Spirit Holy Tree—before they could trace anything back to him.

And who would believe that "New York's Hero," "Great Exorcist Xu Yi" could be the Evil God?

The title "New York's Hero" originated from the government. Not long ago, the government had presented him with a lifetime honorary certificate, which Xu Yi did not hide at all and directly displayed on the wall of his studio.

"Great Exorcist" was a rumor circulating among the elite. It was a title some exorcists had given him, and although Xu Yi's actual capabilities had not yet reached the realm of a Great Exorcist, he did not object and let the rumors spread unchecked.

Prestige was not just a shackle; it was also an umbrella of protection, allowing him to operate from behind the scenes and utilize the authority of the Evil God to grow stronger.

Had he not been equipped with the "Evil God Authority" entry, he wouldn't have needed to be so cautious.

But for one with the entry system, his ambition was not merely to become powerful. In a world where gods and demons existed,

"When it comes to royalty and nobles, can there be no inheritance?"

With so many gods, why couldn't he be one of them?

Xu Yi's thoughts drifted for a moment. He refocused his attention and looked at the other small black fruit on the Holy Tree.

The black fruit was extremely small; even if it returned to its normal size, it would probably be only a tad larger than a peanut.

This was also a Fruit of Faith, but the core didn't contain the silhouette of a person. The faith that formed this fruit came from the people in the hospital room before him, including the onlooking family members and the patients who had been healed.

"Because they were healed of their fever soul sickness by the portrait of Fire Gui, these people developed feelings of worship and gratitude toward Fire Gui... These emotions are the rudiments of faith, which after being compressed by the Incarnation of the Evil God, turned into the Power of Faith!"

Xu Yi suddenly had an epiphany.

His eyes shone with realization—for apart from accepting devout believers, there was another way to obtain faith.

Although this method yielded a small quantity of faith, as long as the number of people with faith in Fire Gui was large enough, accumulating little by little like gathering sand to build a tower, it would definitely be possible to obtain enough faith to unlock the next stage of Ability.

"Incarnation of the Evil God" and "Faith of the Evil God," these two Abilities were merely a foundation; "Nest of the Evil God" and "Soul Stealing Seed" were the core Abilities of the Evil God's authority.

Should he paint a large number of Fire Gui portraits to cure fever soul sickness patients?

But even with high proficiency, how many portraits could he paint in a day? With this progress, it would probably take two to three years to amass enough Power of Faith to unlock the next stage. Explore more adventures at empire

Xu Yi looked at the patients waking up from fever soul sickness, frowning in deep thought.

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The outside of Holy Flame Exorcism Studio was bustling with traffic, as visitors came and went without end.

In a room on the third floor, Xu Yi privately met with William.

The soundproofing of this room was exceptionally good; closing the window and drawing the curtains meant that no one outside could tell what was happening inside.

Xu Yi sat in a chair, coldly watching William, who knelt on the ground with a back full of cold sweat.

"O, noble Lord of Shadows..." William started to speak, but suddenly a great force pressed down upon him, pinning him firmly to the floor.

The Annabelle doll sat on the desk, its azure pupils curiously surveying William. At Xu Yi's command, it slowly withdrew the sinister force.

"Do you still not understand where you went wrong?" Xu Yi sighed deeply.

For a smart person like William, just a slight hint was needed for him to quickly understand.

William's face turned ashen, filled with a look of utter terror.

As soon as he entered the room, he knelt before Xu Yi, exclaiming the noble Lord of Shadows. Yet, in the eyes of the world, Xu Yi's identity was that of an exorcist.

If someone outside were to pry, wouldn't it expose the great existence's identity?

William finally snapped back to reality, glancing at the great existence. The fact that the other could still calmly sit on a stool drinking coffee meant that precautions had been taken, and the incident just now would not be exposed.

He slowly let out a breath, his eyes progressively clearer.

He looked up at Xu Yi and said in a measured tone, "Mr. Xu Yi, I apologize for the intrusion!"

"William, you overstate things, we're good friends!"

Xu Yi perfectly exemplified what it meant to change face; the coldness instantly disappeared from his expression, replaced by warmth and fervor.

He walked over, helped William up, and dusted off his clothes.

"Come have a seat! And try some of this superb Blue Mountain coffee." Xu Yi brought a stool for William and poured him a cup of coffee.

When William took the coffee, his hand trembled slightly, his body feeling icy cold as if the scythe of death had grazed his neck.

Because Xu Yi had whispered in his ear, "I hope there won't be a next time."

William slightly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the next second, his eyes opened, the fear gone from his face, once again the poised business genius.

"If this coffee isn't delicious, I might have to hold you accountable, Mr. Xu Yi!" said William lightly, holding the coffee.

Xu Yi watched William, who had "changed his face at the speed of light," and was momentarily stunned. A moment later, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth—he needed people like this to achieve great things.