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

Xu Jiande didn't know how he lunged forward; it seemed like he was a step ahead of his mind. With a push of his foot, he shot out like an arrow.

A second later, the bayonet pierced the Japanese soldier's lower back.

The knife tip pierced through the military uniform, skin, and muscle, stopping only at the spine. A spurt of blood gushed from the wound, splattering onto the back of Xu Jiande's hand.

Hot.

The Japanese soldier opened his mouth wide, trying to shout, but only a muffled "ouch" came out of his throat.

He tilted his body to the side, his hand still outstretched as if to pull the trigger.

Xu Jiande drew his bayonet and stabbed again, this time in the upper back.

He wasn't sure where the heart was, but he'd heard that when stabbing someone from behind, you should stab upwards, into the gap between the ribs.

The Japanese soldier fell down, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

When Xu Jiande drew his sword, the blade grazed his ribs, leaving a white bone mark on the edge.

Then it started shaking.

It wasn't fear or happiness, just a purely instinctive physical reaction, though of course, there was also nausea.

At this moment, something was flowing through my body, starting from the hand holding the knife, going up my arm, through my shoulder and neck, and finally converging three inches below my navel.

The heat was more pronounced than before; it was no longer a faint ember, but rather like a red-hot iron.

At the same time, I felt an indescribable sense of relief, like someone who had been thirsty for a long time drinking cool water, or like someone who had been holding in their urine for a long time finally pooping it out in the morning.

"What the hell is going on?"

At the same time, the Blood Ancestor also let out a sound of satisfaction, like an old piper taking a puff of a good cigarette.

In a good mood, he explained, "This is the essence of life force and vitality. The Japanese soldier died, and his life force was absorbed by you and turned into demonic energy. Although he was just an ordinary soldier, it's enough for you now."

The other two Japanese soldiers noticed the commotion.

Turning around, he saw Xu Jiande squatting next to his companion's corpse, clutching a blood-dripping bayonet in his hand. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his gun.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

The bullet flew past Xu Jiande's ear and struck the pile of rubble behind him, sending sparks flying.

Xu Jiande instinctively rolled to the side, landing behind a wrecked wheelbarrow.

"Don't hide! Charge! They're no match for you at close range!" Blood Ancestor roared.

Xu Jiande gritted his teeth, jumped out from behind the wheelbarrow, and charged directly at the two Japanese soldiers.

He didn't know how fast he was running; the gravel and clods of earth beneath his feet crackled and popped under his feet.

The two Japanese soldiers had just pulled back their bolts and hadn't even had time to aim again when Xu Jiande had already rushed in front of them.

The bayonet pierced the stomach of the Japanese soldier on the left.

It's essentially a stab. A stab with all your might, and the entire blade goes in, leaving only the hilt sticking out.

The Japanese soldier's eyes widened, and his hand unconsciously pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the ground at Xu Jiande's feet, kicking up a cloud of dirt.

Xu Jiande kicked him in the chest, knocking him over while simultaneously drawing his bayonet.

The last Japanese soldier took a step back, intending to stab back with his bayonet.

Xu Jiande chased after him and stabbed him in the back of the neck.

The knife tip pierced the cervical vertebrae, the Japanese soldier's head tilted to the side, his whole body went limp, and his helmet rolled off his head, bouncing twice on the ground.

All three Japanese soldiers died.

Xu Jiande stood there, panting heavily.

After all, before he transmigrated, he was a homebody who would get out of breath walking up seven or eight flights of stairs and would die of heat in the summer without air conditioning.

At this moment, Xu Jiande's hands were covered in blood, and blood dripped from the tip of his bayonet, splashing onto the ground in dark red patterns.

Surprisingly, the warm current in my body became more and more noticeable.

If before it was a small piece of ember, now it was like a blazing furnace, the heat spreading through his veins to his limbs, the muscles in his arms trembling slightly. Clearly, demonic energy was tempering his bones and muscles.

He could feel that he was stronger than before, like he had just woken up after a good night's sleep.

He was stronger than he had ever been before.

Blood Ancestor was completely exhausted and wanted to curse.

Xu Jiande was too slow just now, so he had to return the blood energy he had absorbed to Xu Jiande. It felt like having diarrhea seven or eight times an hour, which was very uncomfortable.

So he asked, "How are you feeling?"

Xu Jiande looked down at his hands. His fingers were covered in blood, but his joints were more flexible than usual, and his grip on the knife was more stable.

He said, "I've gotten a bit stronger."

"Nonsense. The life force of three Japanese soldiers, though not as valuable as the essence of a cultivator, is still a good thing for your mortal body. Kill a few more, and your bones and muscles will become stronger, allowing you to reach the first level of cultivation."

Xu Jiande wiped his bayonet on the Japanese soldier's clothes to remove the blood and bone fragments from the blade, then tucked it into his waistband.

He couldn't help but ask, "How many do I need to kill to reach the first level?"

"The first level is called the Qi Refining Realm, which requires killing a hundred people. My cultivation method is divided into Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Core Formation. There are higher levels, but you don't need to know them now; they are too far beyond your reach."

"The Qi Refining Realm is the most basic level. Once you kill a hundred Japanese soldiers, you will be able to condense a true vortex of demonic energy in your dantian. At that time, your strength, speed, and reaction will far surpass those of ordinary people, and you will be able to deal with three or four Japanese soldiers at the same time without any problem."

"We've killed three now, so we still need ninety-seven more."

Xu Jiande was exhausted. He still had to kill more than ninety people. If the Japanese fired a bullet or a shell, he would have to be deactivated and restarted immediately.

Then I would become the most frustrated and unlucky time traveler.

Thinking about this, I also wanted to learn how to fire a gun and cannon.

By this time, it was already dark, with only the blood-red sunset remaining on the horizon. In the distance, the sound of cannons could still be heard, muffled and like thunder.

He made a decision immediately: "Let's go back to Beijing first."

"It's wise of you. At your current level, staying here is just suicide. We shouldn't fight the enemy head-on. Let's find an opportunity to kill them, and then we'll wipe them out completely, leaving no one alive."

Xu Jiande was speechless. Damn it, they really are a demonic sect.

But thinking about it, even the Demonic Sect is stronger than the Japanese devils; the Japanese devils are the real devils for everyone.

With that in mind, I started walking downstream along the Yongding River.

He didn't walk fast; the wound on his back was still throbbing, but after the demonic energy circulated through his body, the pain seemed to lessen somewhat.

The Blood Ancestor said that the demonic energy was automatically healing his wounds. Although the speed was not fast, it was much faster than that of an ordinary person.

After walking for more than five hours, Xu Jiande finally saw the outer city of Beijing in the distance.

Black smoke was billowing from the city wall; it was unclear where the explosion had occurred.

There was a burnt smell in the air, a mixture of gunpowder smoke and coal ash.

Xu Jiande bypassed the checkpoints and sneaked into the city through the breached city wall.

The streets of the city were almost deserted, but gunshots could be heard everywhere.

Just like stir-frying soybeans.

The shops were all closed, with newspapers pasted or boarded up the windows. The streets were littered with broken bricks and trash, there were bullet holes in the walls, and dried bloodstains in the corners.

He turned into a narrow alley, intending to take a shortcut back to Nanluoguxiang.

Just then, he heard a woman scream, short and sharp.

Xu Jiande stopped and looked at the end of the alley while standing close to the wall.

Three Japanese soldiers. One covered the woman's mouth and pressed her against the wall, while the other two stood by laughing, not even raising their rifles.

"The pretty girl is absolutely gorgeous!"

"You, don't kill him!"

Xu Jiande unconsciously touched the bayonet in his hand.

"What, you want to meddle in other people's business?" The voice of the Blood Ancestor rang in his mind, with a hint of surprise in his tone. "This woman is not related to you. You don't need to expose yourself for her sake."

Xu Jiande remained silent, thinking to himself, "You are from the Demonic Sect, but I am not. I am a dignified citizen of Great Xia, and I cannot bear to see my fellow women of Great Xia being humiliated."

After all, the Japanese devils were not human at all; women who fell into their hands would definitely suffer a fate worse than death.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Ancestor said again, "However, these three Japanese devils have delivered a life-saving opportunity to our doorstep."

The old man's bloody voice held a hint of amusement. "Besides, three Japanese soldiers bullying a girl is something that would be despicable even in my world."

"You mean kill?" Xu Jiande asked immediately.

"Of course we'll kill him," Blood Ancestor said without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jiande lowered his body and crept towards the three Japanese soldiers.

The footsteps were very light.

It's not because I'm physically strong now, but mainly because I'm standing on loose soil, so it won't make a lot of noise.

Of course, stepping on military water bottles or other objects is another matter.

"Don't go in a straight line." At this moment, the voice of the Blood Ancestor rang in his mind, the volume very low, "Use corners and debris for cover. You're not going to your death now, you're going to launch a sneak attack."

Xu Jiande did as instructed, mainly because the Blood Ancestor seemed very experienced, and as a fighting novice, he had to listen to the expert.

He moved forward step by step, close to the base of the blue brick wall.

When they were about ten meters away from the Japanese soldiers, they slowly stopped and hid behind the clutter in the alley.

The young woman was pinned against the wall, her hands behind her back, her hair half-down, obscuring most of her face.

Xu Jiande looked at it and found it somewhat familiar.

That's really strange.