The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

Xu Jiande was awakened by the pain.

To be precise, it was a heart-wrenching pain that shot from his back to the back of his head, as if someone were whipping his spine.

He lay on the ground, his face buried in the dirt, his mouth full of the taste of blood and mud.

My ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear anything clearly except for a muffled vibration, like a drum being pounded through a blanket.

That was the sound of cannons in the distance.

He tried to move his fingers, and they moved. He then tried to prop himself up, but the pain in his back suddenly intensified, almost causing him to fall back down.

But I gritted my teeth and persevered.

The surrounding area was scorched earth. Cracks stretched out one after another, with rubble and blasted wood scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh.

Several corpses lay not far away, dressed in the gray cloth uniforms of the 29th Army, their postures contorted, their blood dried and congealed into dark brown marks on the yellow earth.

I was immediately puzzled, wondering if I was dreaming or what.

As a flood of memories washed over him, he realized he had transmigrated. He had transmigrated into the body of an eighteen-year-old boy with the same name.

The original owner died at Lugou Bridge.

Lugou Bridge?

August 1937, 7?

Xu Jiande was taken aback and continued to absorb the original body's memories.

The original owner of this body sacrificed his life on the way to deliver grain to the 29th Army.

The original owner was a rice shop owner in Nanluoguxiang. He was an orphan from a young age, with a resilient character and good luck. He saved a rice shop owner and started working for him.

The owner had no children and treated him like a son. Not long ago, the rice shop owner died, leaving him a millet shop.

The Communist Party was fighting the Japanese at Lugou Bridge. The defending troops were short of food, so he loaded most of the rice and flour in his shop onto a cart and pushed it to the front lines.

On the second trip, the shells fell.

Then I don't know anything anymore, that is, I'm dead.

Xu Jiande sat on the ground and looked down at the original body.

The gray cloth jacket was torn in several places by the explosion, and his back was covered in blood, but the wounds had already scabbed over.

I reached up and touched my back, feeling a hard scab. It hurt a little when I pressed it, but it didn't look like I had just been injured.

Not right.

He remembered the shrapnel cutting into his back when the shells hit, the pain like it was drilling into his bones. Those kinds of wounds couldn't possibly heal so quickly.

"Stop touching me."

A voice suddenly popped into my head.

His voice was hoarse and deep, like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other.

Xu Jiande froze.

"Who?"

He blurted it out, his voice so hoarse that it startled even himself.

"Don't shout." The voice rang out again, this time with a hint of impatience. "I am right here in your mind's eye. No matter how loud you shout, only you will hear yourself."

Xu Jiande's mind went blank.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness? This Sea? What the hell? Why does it feel like I'm dreaming again?

“Who…who are you?”

"You'd be terrified if I told you my name." The voice paused, then suddenly seemed to deflate, its tone softening slightly. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway. You can call me Blood Ancestor."

Xu Jiande didn't speak. He thought he might have been blown silly by the shell, or he might still be dreaming.

"You're not stupid." The Blood Ancestor seemed to know what Xu Jiande was thinking. He said coldly.

"I saved your life. That shell was supposed to blow you to pieces, but I used the last bit of my soul power to force the shrapnel out of your back and seal your wound."

At this point, the Blood Ancestor wanted to curse. Damn it, he had finally found a body, and just then Xu Jiande died, so he could finally possess it and successfully found a suitable body.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jiande's consciousness suddenly opened, and another soul inexplicably appeared, taking up residence in the sea of ​​consciousness after the initial appearance.

Blood Ancestor was naturally unwilling to accept this and began to fight with that soul.

Unfortunately, he had exhausted too much of his own strength, and his soul, already as weak as a silkworm, was now on its last legs after desperately trying to save Xu Jiande. Left with no other choice, he allowed the new Xu Jiande to possess his body, and he himself hid in the new Xu Jiande's mind.

Seeing how silly this new soul was, he couldn't help but speak up. At the same time, he felt even more annoyed that such a fool had managed to outdo him.

I couldn't help but think that this was the will of Heaven. I hate that damned Heaven!

Meanwhile, Xu Jiande, upon hearing this, touched the scab on his back and confirmed that the shrapnel was indeed no longer embedded in his flesh.

He immediately asked, "Why did you save... me?"

The Blood Ancestor remained silent for a moment, then said with great helplessness, "Because my remnant soul is attached to your body. If you die, I will also be annihilated. If I don't want to die, I must let you live."

"A remnant soul?" Xu Jiande seized on a single phrase, "You're not human?"

"Of course I am human! It's just that... my physical body was destroyed, leaving only a wisp of my soul, which luckily escaped into a spacetime rift and landed in your... body."

The Blood Ancestor's tone was filled with a gnashing hatred. As he spoke, Xu Jiande could even feel something burning slightly in his head.

"You now possess my soul power. I saved you, so your life belongs to me. You must do something for me. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

Xu Jiande paused for a moment, then asked, "What is it?"

"Kill more people for me."

The Blood Demon Ancestor's voice suddenly turned cold, like a blade scraping through bone, "Kill those people called devils. Use their lives to repair my remnant soul."

Xu Jiande thought to himself, "That's it? Killing Japanese soldiers? No problem. I thought it was just killing people randomly, but I really couldn't bring myself to do it."

As for the Japanese soldiers, he naturally wanted to kill them, to slaughter them indiscriminately.

Although he was a time traveler, he was also a citizen of the Great Xia Dynasty. The Japanese devils had occupied the three northeastern provinces and were now attacking Beijing. They burned, killed, and looted along the way, killing countless civilians.

Having come from 2026, I know even better what kind of people the Japanese are. They haven't reflected on their actions for so many years, and not long ago their leader even said that if something happens to Tsukishima, it means something happens to the Japanese.

This led to relations between the two countries falling to their lowest point since the establishment of diplomatic ties.

But he's just a shut-in who likes to play on his phone and watch anime; he's never even touched a gun. How could he possibly kill someone?

Those teachers who killed the Japanese devils, well, they could even donate that stuff inside their bodies.

"I will teach you." The Blood Nether Ancestor seemed to see through his thoughts. "Although I am only a wisp of a remnant soul, the cultivation techniques in my mind are still there. If you do as I say, killing those Japanese devils will be no more difficult than killing chickens."

Xu Jiande swallowed.

"Now feel the location of your dantian," said the Blood Ancestor. "Three inches below your navel, can you feel a warm current?"

Xu Jiande closed his eyes and tried to feel it.

A tiny bit. Very faint, like a small piece of charcoal warmed up in winter.

"That's my remaining demonic energy. When you kill Japanese soldiers, this demonic energy absorbs the life force they released before they died, growing stronger with each absorption. Once you've absorbed enough, your demonic power will break through to the first level, making it easier to kill Japanese soldiers."

"How many Japanese soldiers can I kill after breaking through the first level?"

"Once you break through the first level, you'll be able to take on three or four Japanese soldiers at once, and your fist and foot strength will far surpass that of ordinary people. Only after absorbing enough of the Japanese soldiers' life force and killing a hundred of them can you cultivate the first level of demonic skill."

Xu Jiande stood up, his legs still a little weak.

I moved my shoulders, and the wound on my back twitched, but the pain was nothing to worry about anymore.

"You'd better find a suitable weapon first," said the Blood Ancestor. "A gun or a knife will do. I suggest you don't use those magical weapons the Japanese call guns. When you kill someone with a cold weapon, you absorb life force much faster and it won't be wasted."

At this point, the Blood Ancestor pondered for a moment, "That kind of magical weapon called a gun is good, but it can't obtain the blood essence of the Japanese devils, and it makes a lot of noise, which can easily attract more Japanese devils. Your current skills are not enough to deal with it."

Xu Jiande certainly prefers guns and cannons. In this age of firearms, why would you use cold weapons? Are you trying to emulate the Boxers?

He made some excuses, saying, "I'm not very good with knives."

"I will teach you." The Blood Ancestor quickly transmitted a scripture called "Nine Forms of the Demon Blade".

"The first move, Wind Breaker, infuses the blade with demonic energy, doubling its speed. Once you've killed ten Japanese soldiers, you'll be able to grasp the basics of this move."

Xu Jiande had no choice but to search the battlefield and find a bayonet on the waist of a Japanese soldier's corpse.

The bayonet was about 20 centimeters long, single-edged, and the tip was still stained with blood. It was unclear which Xia soldier it belonged to.

He gripped the bayonet in his hand; the strips of cloth wrapped around the hilt were soaked in blood and felt slippery to the touch.

"Is it alright?" asked the Blood Ancestor.

"Give it a try."

Just then, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Xu Jiande suddenly crouched down and hid behind a Japanese soldier's corpse.

The footsteps grew closer, mixed with the gibberish of the Japanese.

Three Japanese soldiers walked from the direction of the bridge, carrying Type 38 rifles with bayonets fixed to their barrels. They were there to clean up the battlefield, checking the corpses one by one, and finishing off any still breathing ones they found.

One of the Japanese soldiers walked towards Xu Jiande.

Xu Jiande's breathing suddenly tightened.

His fingers gripped the bayonet so tightly that his knuckles turned purple, and his palms were covered in sweat.

"Don't panic." The voice of the Blood Ancestor echoed in his mind, his tone carrying a hint of reassurance. "Stay calm. Wait for him to come over on his own. You can easily crush this weakling who's just starting out, especially since you attacked him by surprise."

Xu Jiande closed his eyes briefly.

He recalled how he used to kill chickens, and damn it, he didn't think he had ever killed a chicken before.

The Japanese soldier walked to a spot three or four meters away from him, bent down, and began to examine the body of a soldier from the 29th Army.

Xu Jiande saw the Japanese soldier take a pocket watch out of the corpse, weigh it in his hand, and grin.

"Now is the time," said the Blood Ancestor.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jiande rushed out.