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

Xu Jiande quickly walked into an alley.

After that, I turned a corner and came to a dead end alley. There was no way forward, so I looked back but there was no one around.

Without hesitation, he took a few steps back, exerted his strength to charge forward, kicked off the wall twice with his feet, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, twisted his waist and abdomen, and flipped himself over.

After climbing over, Xu Jiande didn't reach the other side of the wall. Instead, he squatted on top of the wall, steadied himself, and hid himself.

The entire process took less than ten minutes and was almost completely silent.

Then he casually pried half a brick off the top of the wall; it was quite heavy.

With his current strength, this brick could smash the other person's head.

At the same time, demonic energy quietly circulated, and all the muscles in his body tensed slightly, ready to explode at any moment.

A short while later, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The man walked slowly, his steps were unsteady, and his figure appeared somewhat unsteady in the shadows of the alley.

When he reached the middle of the dead end, the man stopped, looked around, and seemed confused by the dead end before him.

Sunlight streamed in slantingly from the alley entrance, illuminating the person's profile and outlining a delicate but pale silhouette.

Xu Jiande was stunned for a moment.

He recognized that face; it was Bai Ling.

It turned out to be Bai Ling.

Bai Ling looked around but didn't see anyone, and began to doubt her eyes.

At this moment, Xu Jiande jumped down from the wall and landed in the alley, his feet making a slight thud as he stepped on the loose soil.

"Bai Ling".

He shouted, not loudly, but clear enough in the silent dead end.

Bai Ling suddenly turned around, her body instinctively adopting a defensive posture.

Her right hand reached for her waist, and then she saw who had called her. The guard on her face instantly dropped, replaced by a complex expression that was a mixture of surprise and exhaustion.

My body swayed, and I almost lost my balance.

"Where did you hide just now?" Bai Ling asked, her voice filled with obvious surprise.

This dead-end alley had nowhere to hide; there were no doorways, no corners, and not even a trash can.

A living person just vanished into thin air and then reappeared out of thin air.

Xu Jiande did not answer the question.

He noticed that Bai Ling's expression was very strange.

When we parted ways in the tunnel last night, his eyes were bright, his back was straight, and he walked with a swagger.

But now she stood before him, her lips pale, her forehead beaded with cold sweat, her right hand pressed against her left rib, and dark red marks could be faintly seen between her fingers.

Is he injured?

And the injury was quite serious?

"Why did you come to find me? And are you injured?" Xu Jiande asked.

He already had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't say them out loud.

Bai Ling looked down at her hand, which was pressed against her left rib, with half-dried bloodstains on the back of her hand.

She didn't hide anything, and nodded calmly, as if to say, "I was slightly injured, but it's not serious."

Her tone was calm, but as she spoke, her brows furrowed slightly and her lips pressed even tighter.

Xu Jiande didn't press further, mainly because he knew Bai Ling's identity.

Instead, he asked her what she needed him to do.

Xu Jiande asked very directly.

He knew that Bai Ling wouldn't come looking for him for no reason; if she did, she must have a reason for doing so.

Bai Ling glanced at him.

His gaze lingered on Xu Jiande's face for a moment, as if he were judging something.

Although I've only met this young man once, his ruthlessness in killing two Japanese soldiers with a bayonet is unbelievable for a rice shop owner. The two had fought alongside each other against the Japanese and were friends in adversity.

So he said, "You said before that you owned a rice shop."

Xu Jiande nodded and said, "Yes."

"Can I stay at your place for a few days?" Bai Ling asked.

The question was direct, without any preamble or beating around the bush. He then stared into Xu Jiande's eyes, awaiting his answer.

I was also prepared to be rejected.

Taking in an injured person of unknown origin at a time like this would mean getting into huge trouble.

"Okay." Xu Jiande didn't hesitate. "I'll take you there right now."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but then closed it again.

She hadn't really had much hope before, but she had no other choice.

She had only met Xu Jiande once, even though they fought side by side against the enemy.

Taking her in is very different from killing Japanese soldiers with Shun.

Killing the enemy might be a momentary act of loyalty, but taking in someone is a continuous risk.

But Xu Jiande actually agreed, and very quickly at that. She looked at Xu Jiande and whispered thank you.

As they were talking, Xu Jiande's ears twitched.

After his body was tempered by demonic energy, his hearing became far superior to that of ordinary people.

He immediately said to Bai Ling, "Be careful, someone's coming. Let's go."

Bai Ling's expression changed instantly.

He turned sharply to look at the alley entrance, his weakness instantly replaced by alertness.

Sure enough, four men jogged over slowly. They were all in plainclothes, but each was carrying a gun.

They stood scattered, facing Bai Ling and Xu Jiande from a distance, and shouted for them to stop.

Bai Ling's expression changed. She had thought she had successfully escaped, but it turned out that the other party had deliberately let her go; they were fishing for her.

He immediately told Xu Jiande, "Let's go!"

Xu Jiande thought to himself, "There's no way to go; it's a dead end."

He began to exert all his strength, preparing for a thunderous strike.

Just then, something burst forth from Xu Jiande's mind, carrying a domineering and fiery aura, and a new cultivation technique appeared in his mind.

Blood Roar.

As the name surfaced in his mind, the techniques for executing the cultivation method also unfolded clearly: channeling demonic energy into his throat, vibrating his vocal cords, and emitting a roar with a mental impact.

Those struck by this technique may experience a brief moment of disorientation, or even fall into hallucinations, seeing their deepest fears. At a high level of mastery, a single roar can silence anyone within a hundred paces.

Similar to the Lion's Roar in Buddhism, it belongs to the category of mental attacks.

Of course, this kind of unorthodox practice also has huge side effects.

It inflicts a thousand wounds on the enemy but also eight hundred on oneself. Each use damages the lungs, tears the vocal cords, and reverses the flow of demonic energy. Overuse may cause a person to vomit blood and die.

As expected, none of the demonic sect's techniques are gentle.

Xu Jiande didn't have time to think. The four men spread out in a fan shape, slowly tightening their encirclement.

They were only three or four meters away from Xu Jiande and Bai Ling. They stopped and then had Xu Jiande and Bai Ling squat down.

He turned his head slightly, his lips almost touching Bai Ling's ear, and lowered his voice to a level that only the two of them could hear.

"Cover your ears tightly in a moment."

Bai Ling was taken aback. Covering her ears at this critical juncture? She glanced at Xu Jiande, preparing to do as he said.

The four people opposite noticed the two's movements.

The leader frowned and shouted, "Squat down!"

His finger was on the trigger. The three men behind him also raised their guns and aimed, the muzzles pointing at Xu Jiande and Bai Ling's chests.

Xu Jiande took a deep breath.

He took a deep breath, and the heat of the demonic energy surged from his dantian, rushing upwards along his meridians, passing through his chest and throat, gathering, compressing, and expanding at the Adam's apple.

It was as if a volcano was brewing and about to erupt in his throat.

Xu Jiande opened his mouth.

A loud roar.

This was no ordinary roar.

An ordinary person's shout is projected outwards, transmitted through the vibration of the vocal cords.

Xu Jiande's roar directly injected demonic energy into the sound waves.

With the blessing of demonic energy, the vocal cords vibrated at a speed far exceeding the normal frequency, penetrating the eardrum and rushing straight to the brain.

The air vibrated with that roar, and invisible ripples spread outwards from Xu Jiande.

Bai Ling was just about to cover her ears when the shockwave slammed into her brain.

She felt her eardrums being slammed, followed by a sharp ringing in her ears.

Immediately afterwards, the tinnitus disappeared, replaced by a glaring red.

Those were images forcibly churned from the depths of her memory—blood, fire, all the deaths she had witnessed since she began her missions, mountains of corpses.

They are severed limbs soaking in blood, and pairs of eyes that never close in death.

A sea of ​​corpses and blood.

These four words exploded in her mind, as if someone had forcibly shoved a picture of hell into her brain.

Immediately, his stomach churned, his knees went weak, and he collapsed limply to the ground.