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

Previously, during the Qi Refining period, Xu Jiande's five senses were stronger than those of ordinary people, but his strengths lay in "seeing" and "hearing".

It's different now. Now it feels like, how should I put it, like invisible tentacles growing out of my body. I don't need to see or hear to know where there are living things, where there is emptiness, and where something is moving.

He tried walking a few steps deeper into the alley.

That broken wall that seemed quite tall yesterday now looks short.

Of course, it's not that the wall is shorter, but that the wall seems to have less of an impact on me.

In a good mood, he picked up a fist-sized piece of broken brick, held it in his hand, and instead of throwing it away, enveloped it with demonic energy.

A few breaths later, the brick shattered.

Then it burst open from the inside out, as if something had burst it from the center. Debris fell all over the ground.

Xu Jiande clapped his hands.

He walked through two alleys and stopped in front of a burned-down teahouse.

Two wrecked carts were sitting on the open ground in front of the teahouse, their ruts still fresh.

He glanced north along the tire tracks and saw beams of searchlight in the north of the city. They weren't bright during the day, but the iron tower was still there.

There must have been Japanese soldiers around here last night.

Xu Jiande squatted down, his fingers touching the ground, and sank the demonic energy into the soil.

A faint warmth seeped into the soil, the residual warmth left by a human body.

It can even distinguish the scent of Japanese soldiers as well as the scent of Jingzhou residents; it's comparable to a dog's nose, or even more sensitive than a dog's nose.

Of course, this is just a feeling; further testing is needed.

So I got up and followed the lingering warmth for a while. As I turned a corner, a new point suddenly appeared in my senses.

Xu Jiande slowed his pace and crept along the wall.

The man leaned against the stone steps at the back door of the restaurant, his breathing shallow and rapid, as if he were injured or had been starving for too long.

Xu Jiande walked around from behind the broken wall and saw a teenager huddled in the doorway, wrapped in several layers of tattered cloth and without shoes.

The boy saw him too, and shrank back, his eyes wide and his lips trembling.

Xu Jiande didn't move. The two stared at each other for a few moments. Suddenly, the boy reached out from his pocket, clutching a dark piece of wood, as if he was about to smash someone.

"You...you stay away." The boy's voice was as dry as sandpaper.

Xu Jiande did not go over.

He glanced at the boy, took out two pieces of dry rations from his bundle, put them on the ground, and turned to leave.

The boy's gaze remained fixed on his back. Even after he had walked quite a distance, he could still feel that spot trembling on the stone steps.

At this moment, Xu Jiande finally realized that his perception included not only "location" but also "state".

The extent of that person's fear, their coldness, and even the speed of their heartbeat are as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand.

In addition, they can distinguish between Chinese people and Japanese soldiers.

The aura of the Japanese devils was vicious, disgusting, and ugly.

The sky grew increasingly overcast, and the wind carried the metallic scent of rain.

Xu Jiande spent the entire afternoon wandering among several dilapidated temples and guild halls in the west of the city.

He spat and changed his mind; now he wouldn't kill, he would only look and feel.

As he passed through each place, he would sink his demonic energy into it to see if there were any hidden cellars underground, if there were any living people behind the walls, which road would lead to the river the fastest, and which street corner could block enemy bullets.

As dusk fell, he walked to a water tower in the north of the city.

Half of the water tower collapsed, but the iron ladder is still there.

Xu Jiande looked around and, finding no one, quickly climbed up to the highest point and looked down at the entire city of Jingzhou.

Gray clouds pressed down overhead, and the ruins of the city looked like a vast field that had been plowed and burned.

The river to the west looks like a shining ribbon.

He suddenly felt a sense of peace in his heart.

During his time in Beijing, he always felt like he was being chased by something, and he felt restless if he didn't go out and kill a few people every night.

He's not as agitated now. If he wants to kill, he can kill anytime.

But he was no longer being dragged along by that impulse. He stood there, looking at the ruins of the city, wondering: How many people are still alive in this city? How many Japanese soldiers are left? Is it worth killing for a few more days?

The demonic energy lay quietly in his dantian, like a pool of water.

It was almost dark when we came down from the water tower.

Xu Jiande walked to the riverbank and sat on a stone slab that had been half-blasted off by a shell. The river flowed downstream and made a bend here. Several dark, indistinct objects floated on the surface, indistinguishable as wood chips or something else.

He took the wooden plaque out of his pocket, squeezed it, and then put it back.

"The balance won't last long." Xu Jiande suddenly had a realization, and then muttered to himself.

Jingzhou is a place rife with resentment.

As he sat there, the dark red well in his dantian gradually filled up on its own.

If we stay any longer, our cultivation level might still rise, but it could also get out of control. So let's kill them.

……

Xu Jiande officially took action at 11 p.m.

The sky was overcast, the clouds completely obscuring the moon, and the entire alley was as black as if it had been soaked in ink.

He was wearing a military overcoat he had taken from a Japanese soldier, with a dry short jacket underneath. His knife was tucked into his waistband, and his trouser legs were tied tightly with strips of cloth, so he walked without making a sound.

Tonight's target is a military camp in the north of the city.

He had scouted the location during the day; it was next to a middle school that had been bombed, with two rows of red brick buildings, each with two doors, and barbed wire fences around the perimeter.

There were quite a few Japanese soldiers living inside, coming and going during the day. Xu Jiande lay on the roof of a dilapidated warehouse across the street for two hours and counted about fifty people.

This is the first time I've proactively raided a camp since reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

He didn't overestimate himself and stuck to the old ways to avoid making a fool of himself.

Kill the sentries first, then raid the barracks; keep things as quiet as possible.

After midnight, he found his way to the back gate of the barracks.

The telephone line was pulled down from the utility pole and ran along the base of the wall.

Xu Jiande squatted down, reached under the wall, found the black rubber thread, sent demonic energy into his palm, and the thread broke in two, making a soft hissing sound at the break.

He listened intently for a moment; it was very quiet inside the walls, with only a gas lamp flickering in the wind at the distant barracks entrance.

Xu Jiande took a few steps back and then charged towards the low wall.

He tapped his foot on the ground and sprang up.

Before, you had to use the wall to push yourself up to climb over it, but now you don't. It feels like there's air supporting you from under your feet, and you're lifted up lightly onto the wall.

He crouched on the wall and looked down; there were no sentries behind him. Two sentries were at the front gate; one was dozing against a sandbag, and the other was pacing in circles with his gun.

Xu Jiande rolled over and landed without making a sound.

The soles of my shoes stepped on the broken bricks, but the bricks didn't budge.

Xu Jiande experienced it briefly and found that after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, his body felt more than 30% lighter. Before, he had to bend his knees to absorb the force when landing, but now he felt like a falling leaf, and his feet were very stable no matter where they touched the ground.

He hugged the wall and circled around to the front door.

The Japanese soldier who had been dozing off was fast asleep, his head drooping over his chest and his gun resting on his lap.

Xu Jiande approached from the side, covered his mouth with his left hand, and slashed his throat with the blade.

Blood spurted out, and the Japanese soldier stiffened up, but Xu Jiande pressed him down onto the sandbag, and he slowly went limp.

Another Japanese soldier was still circling around.

When he turned around, Xu Jiande was already right behind him, this time using his fist instead of his own.

He threw a punch and hit the Japanese soldier on the head. The soldier's head shattered like a watermelon.

That's really impressive.

Subsequently, Xu Jiande discovered that an even stronger surge of blood energy had entered his body.

It seems that killing a Japanese soldier with your fist gives you more blood and energy.