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

Sure enough, Wang Xiaoyong's expression changed.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice carried a barely suppressed emotion: "You're Comrade Black Cat?"

Bai Ling looked at him and nodded: "Are you Comrade Crow?"

"It's me," Wang Xiaoyong said, his voice a little hoarse.

"The organization notified me that a new comrade was coming to make contact, but I didn't expect it to be you," Wang Xiaoyong said. "And I certainly didn't expect you to be with the Jiande brothers. What's going on?"

Xu Jiande stood to the side, his right fist already quietly loosened.

His mind raced in that instant; Wang Xiaoyong was actually a member of the Communist Party.

This gambler, who owed the original owner five catties of rice, disguised himself as a traitor working for the Japanese, and turned out to be a member of the Communist Party.

This reversal is just too big.

Xu Jiande, however, felt as if his whole body had become lighter.

After all, there's no need to kill people easily anymore.

Next, Wang Xiaoyong's expression changed.

He glanced towards the door to make sure it was closed tightly before turning back.

He lowered his voice and said, "Comrade Bai Ling, there are many suspicious points about your identity. Beijing is now surrounded like an iron barrel. You might be able to fool the common people by saying you came in from outside the city, but you'll be exposed immediately if the Japanese question you."

Bai Ling thought about it and agreed.

Last night, when Xu Jiande suggested pretending to be a married couple, the two only checked basic information such as where their hometown was, what their names were, and how old they were. They didn't have time to investigate the most crucial loophole: "how they got into the city."

In the eyes of the Japanese, the fact that a woman from out of town appeared in the city after the blockade was the biggest suspicious point.

"Then we need to revise it immediately," Bai Ling said.

The three quickly reached an agreement. Bai Ling's identity was changed from "a refugee from beyond the Great Wall" to "having arrived in Beijing early on, but had not yet found Xu Jiande."

This makes it perfectly reasonable for her to be in the city; she was already in the city, not from outside.

As for the rest, with Wang Xiaoyong handling it, there shouldn't be any major problems.

After checking the reports, Bai Ling asked what happened last night and why the Japanese were acting so crazy today.

Wang Xiaoyong said he wasn't very clear on the details, only that someone had attacked the checkpoint on Dongsi Street last night, and then attacked some kind of stronghold in the north. He estimated that many Japanese soldiers had died.

He paused here, sighed, and his tone became somewhat heavy.

"This kind of sneak attack may feel satisfying, but it's actually very bad. The consequences are serious."

Xu Jiande was taken aback: "Why? Isn't resistance a good thing?"

"The capital city has fallen; it's now an occupied zone." Wang Xiaoyong looked at him with a bitter expression. "These small-scale raids and resistance won't kill many Japanese soldiers, but they will definitely enrage them."

Xu Jiande nodded and said, "So the situation is that now that the Japanese have been attacked, they can't find the people who attacked them, so they take their anger out on the civilians."

Wang Xiaoyong nodded. "I saw quite a few corpses this morning. There shouldn't be many resistance fighters; the vast majority are ordinary civilians. Every time they launch a surprise attack, the Japanese kill a batch. In the end, it's our own people who suffer the most."

Bai Ling was silent for a moment, glanced at Xu Jiande, and said, "That's true."

She knew perfectly well that the key to underground work in the occupied territories was to preserve strength, gather intelligence, and wait for the right opportunity, rather than to act rashly.

Blindly launching an attack and exposing oneself will not only endanger oneself, but also implicate the entire intelligence network and the surrounding civilians.

I glanced at Xu Jiande again.

After all, this was the real attacker.

But Xu Jiande stopped him with a look.

Wang Xiaoyong added, "Although I wasn't there, I can only guess that last night's battle must have been quite fierce. To drive the Japanese to this frenzy, the death toll must have been enormous. To cause such a commotion in the city, these guys are really something."

He paused, then sighed, "I hope they get away safely. And I hope they won't do it again, otherwise they'll endanger more innocent compatriots."

Xu Jiande stood to the side, nodding calmly: "That's true. I just hope those who resist can understand this and not act rashly."

He spoke with such sincerity that he almost believed it himself.

Bai Ling looked at Wang Xiaoyong, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something.

It was probably meant to tell Wang Xiaoyong that the expert he was talking about, whom he hoped wouldn't do it again, was standing right in front of him.

But before she could open her mouth, Xu Jiande gave her a look, and she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Wang Xiaoyong didn't notice this detail.

He turned to Xu Jiande and changed the subject: "Jiande, how did you meet Comrade Bai Ling? What is your identity?"

Xu Jiande naturally didn't tell the truth. He brought out the story he had prepared with Bai Ling before: he helped Bai Ling when she was being bullied by the Japanese soldiers, and together they killed a few Japanese soldiers, and that's how they met.

After saying that, he added, "I've learned some family-inherited martial arts; I can handle one or two lone Japanese soldiers."

After listening, Wang Xiaoyong looked him up and down and asked, "You're not a member of the major party?"

"No. I'm just an ordinary citizen."

Wang Xiaoyong was somewhat surprised and asked again, "So you'll keep fighting the Japanese, right?"

"Of course," Xu Jiande replied without the slightest hesitation.

Wang Xiaoyong hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Jiande, would you like to join us?"

Xu Jiande shook his head.

The rejection came so quickly and decisively that it surprised both Wang Xiaoyong and Bai Ling.

Wang Xiaoyong, in particular, frowned slightly.

He was an underground Communist Party member infiltrated into the puppet army; once his identity was exposed, he would face certain death. Now that Xu Jiande knew his true identity, he was unwilling to join the organization.

This means that Xu Jiande could leak secrets at any time, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Why don't you want to?" Wang Xiaoyong asked.

His tone was still polite, but his eyes already held a scrutinizing quality.

Xu Jiande thought for a moment before explaining seriously that he was bound by ancestral teachings and could not join any organization, but he would be friends with whoever fought the Japanese.

"Of course I can fight the Japanese too. I killed three Japanese soldiers with Bao Bailing before."

That was a perfectly watertight statement.

He both declined the invitation to join the Party and declared that he was a fellow traveler in the fight against Japan.

Wang Xiaoyong hesitated for a moment, then didn't ask any further questions.

They've already brought up their ancestral teachings; to press them further would be asking the impossible.

Moreover, Bai Ling did not chime in, indicating that she approved of Xu Jiande's attitude, or at least understood it.

Bai Ling listened from the side, but her mind was on something else.

Fortunately, I hadn't brought up joining the Party with Xu Jiande so easily before.

Given his skills, the organization would definitely want to recruit him, but since he has ancestral rules as a hurdle, bringing it up rashly would only make the relationship between the two of them awkward.

Neither of them knew that the real reason Xu Jiande refused was completely different from what they thought.

He learned demonic arts.

The demonic energy in his dantian requires him to constantly kill people to absorb their life force in order to improve his demonic skills. In the future, he might do things that go beyond the principles and bottom line of the Party in order to level up.

Moreover, the secret of his demonic arts is his greatest trump card, which he absolutely cannot reveal to anyone.

Bai Ling knew he knew kung fu, but she didn't know that his power came from demonic arts.

Once someone joins an organization, its discipline and vetting mechanisms can expose their entire background at any time.

How will he explain himself then? Will he say he's a demonic cultivator? That he treats human life like dirt? How will the organization view him? Will they see him as a controllable weapon, or as a threat that must be eliminated?

He can't take that risk.

So whether it's ancestral precepts or any other reason, this door must be closed tightly.

The three chatted for a few more minutes, then Wang Xiaoyong looked at the sky outside the window and said he had to go.

I've already stayed in Xu Jiande's room long enough; if I stay any longer, I'll easily attract attention.

He's now a puppet army commander, and if word gets out that he's getting too close to a rice shop owner, it won't be good for anyone.

After Wang Xiaoyong left, Bai Ling asked in a low voice, "I was about to tell him about your identity, why did you give me that look?"

Xu Jiande smiled and said, "Bai Ling, I don't know if you've received any special training on this, but at any time, the fewer people who know a secret, the safer it is."

These words startled Bai Ling, who seemed to have forgotten about this.