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

I'll take it all, even at a 20% premium.

The price difference between 100 jin and 120 jin is substantial, and you can make a considerable profit by reselling it.

Aji, who was listening nearby, pretended to be excited and his eyes lit up as he looked at Xu Jiande.

Xu Jiande didn't even lift his eyelids, and simply said two words: "No way."

Before the man could say anything more, Xu Jiande had already reached the door, pushed it up, and said crisply, "Closed. Please come early tomorrow."

The man stood at the door, his lips moved, and several emotions flashed across his face.

Unexpected, unwilling, and depressed.

He probably didn't expect that a small rice shop owner would dare to be so tough in such a chaotic time.

He didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

Xu Jiande watched him walk away, then put the door panels back on one by one and checked the new locks that had been replaced that day.

They moved the more than 90 kilograms of coarse grains from the corner onto the cart and called on Aji to help push it.

The two pushed the cart one after the other towards Nanluoguxiang, transporting the grain back to the courtyard house.

But on the other hand...

The man who wanted to buy Xu Jiande's coarse grains at a premium, seeing that he couldn't buy any rice, had no choice but to walk home empty-handed.

He lived in an inconspicuous little courtyard in an old residential area in the east of the city.

The gate was tightly closed, and from the outside it looked like an ordinary house, but there were quite a few people hiding inside.

The man walked into the courtyard, bolted the gate, and whispered into the house, "Didn't manage to buy any."

The people inside remained silent, looking quite frustrated, without answering.

Seven or eight minutes later, the sound of leather boots clicking on the bluestone slabs suddenly came from outside.

The people inside realized something was wrong and grabbed whatever weapons were nearby.

Soon the Japanese soldiers started shouting for people to open the door, and the people inside immediately opened fire.

They immediately killed two Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers immediately retaliated, firing from multiple angles.

Bullets from both sides swept towards each other like water being poured, and a firefight broke out in the narrow courtyard.

Gunshots, shouts, and grenade explosions echoed in the courtyard, causing dust to fall from the walls.

The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes, and three Japanese soldiers were killed.

But all nine people in the courtyard were beaten to death.

The middle-aged man who bought rice eventually collapsed in the room furthest from the courtyard, still clutching the empty pistol in his hand, his eyes wide open.

He never understood how the Japanese soldiers found him, even until his death.

They had only moved into this courtyard three days ago. They usually walked through the alleys to get in and out, never interacted with their neighbors, and even bought rice separately. They never allowed any strangers to get close.

So how exactly was it exposed?

He didn't know because he wanted to buy too much rice.

The Japanese have made targeted improvements to their strategy of waiting for prey to run into their traps, and it's working remarkably well.

It wasn't just rice shops that became big trees waiting for rabbits; so did many pharmacies and hospitals in Beijing.

On this day, the Japanese used similar methods to locate seventeen resistance outposts and launched attacks, wiping out almost all the resistance fighters. A few wounded fighters were also taken away.

As expected, they will face the most severe torture.

Moreover, they might not be able to hold out and reveal everything they know.

The Japanese were utterly inhuman when it came to torture.

……

Meanwhile, Aji followed Xu Jiande to push the grain into the courtyard, stacked it in the corner, drank a cup of warm water, and then pushed the cart to the main store to return it.

Xu Jiande watched his retreating figure turn out of the courtyard before closing the door.

Bai Ling came out of the bedroom and heard Xu Jiande talk about the rice shop being smashed.

After a moment of silence, he sighed, "Everything's in chaos now that the Japanese are here. This never happened before; you were afraid of being gossiped about if you stole something, but now they're just smashing down doors."

"Yes," Xu Jiande sighed, adding, "It's also related to the fact that some people are born bad. Now that the order is in chaos, all sorts of monsters and demons have emerged."

Xu Jiande later mentioned the possibility of food shortages throughout the city. Bai Ling thought of a possibility, saying that the Japanese might be deliberately withholding food, leaving everyone hungry and weak, thus greatly reducing the city's resistance.

Xu Jiande thought to himself that this possibility was not small, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The main problem is that I transmigrated here myself; I have no system and no spatial dimension.

He was only slightly better than an average fighter, but if the Japanese focused their fire on him, he would have virtually no chance of survival.

I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Upon thinking this, the demonic energy seemed to sense Xu Jiande's anger and began to rampage.

The previously mild demonic energy has become extremely turbulent.

Xu Jiande felt his whole body burning up, his head spinning, and his eyes turning bloodshot. He was shocked.

At the same time, looking at the room, he saw that it was covered with a faint red hue, as if someone had placed a red glass pane in front of him.

"Jiande?" Bai Ling's voice seemed to come from a great distance, filled with obvious panic. "What's wrong?"

Xu Jiande suddenly stood up, knocking the chair to the ground with a thud.

He didn't answer Bai Ling's question and rushed into the kitchen.

There was a half-full vat of cooled boiled water on the stove. He scooped up a ladleful, held it above his head, and poured it directly over the surface.

The icy water poured down his head, running down his neck and back. The water was so cold that it made the hairs on his body stand on end, and the burning sensation inside him was suppressed slightly, but it quickly surged back up.

He scooped up another ladleful and poured it down. Then came the third ladleful, and the fourth.

Cold water was poured on him, and it kept pouring water on him.

Xu Jiande stood there, his hands supporting him on the stove, panting heavily.

The coolness seeped into my skin little by little, like pouring a small cup of water onto a scorching hot iron plate, hissing as a puff of white steam rose, and then slowly cooling down.

The demonic energy in his dantian was still surging, but it had calmed down a bit compared to before. It was no longer the violent energy that was about to burst out of his body, but had become a dull, suppressed restlessness.

He looked down at his reflection in the water tank.

The scarlet eyes were slowly fading, turning from scarlet to dark red, from dark red to dark brown, and finally returning to normal black.

But a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer remained in his eyes, like a spark that hadn't been completely extinguished in the ashes.

Bai Ling stood in the living room, her face showing a mixture of worry and confusion.

She didn't know what had happened, but she could tell that Xu Jiande's condition was very strange just now.

Seeing Xiao Dongju come out, he hurriedly asked, "Jiande, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Jiande naturally couldn't tell the truth.

Instead, he comforted Bai Ling, "It's alright. You've reached a crucial point in your training recently and need to calm your mind. You were thinking too much just now, and your energy was a bit sluggish."

Bai Ling looked into his eyes and remained silent for a while.

She didn't know if Xu Jiande was telling the truth, but she didn't press him.

Everyone has their own secrets, especially top experts like Xu Jiande.

Instead, she gently comforted him, "Then take care of yourself and don't be too nervous."

Xu Jiande's condition calmed down a bit after taking a cold shower.

Next, Xu Jiande said he was going to take a nap, as there would be another operation that evening.

Bai Ling paused for a moment, recalling what Wang Xiaoyong had said that morning, and said, "Jiande, it's not good to provoke the Japanese like this. If the Japanese get beaten, they'll take it out on the people."

"I have a plan," Xu Jiande said. "This time, it won't harm the common people."

Bai Ling looked at him, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she nodded.

She already understood Xu Jiande's temperament; once he made up his mind, no one could persuade him otherwise.

Moreover, he said he had a solution, and given his previous meticulousness, he probably did.

……

Xu Jiande went to the bedroom, but didn't go straight to sleep. He walked to the table, picked up paper and pen, and began to write.

His handwriting was bad; before he transmigrated, he didn't even write with a fountain pen, let alone calligraphy.

Moreover, the original owner of this body was illiterate.

But at least I can still write.

The gist is: If the Japanese dare to kill innocent civilians of Great Xia again, he will definitely take bloody revenge, and not only kill Japanese soldiers, but also kill all Japanese.

The "all the Japanese devils" here include officers, commanders, logistics personnel, and their families in the city.

And Japanese civilians.

"You ten people who have killed a great Xia citizen will pay with your lives."

Xu Jiande wrote a total of five pages, which he felt should be enough for now.

She then walked to the bedside, lay down, and closed her eyes.

I was sleeping very soundly when Bai Ling woke me up.

When I woke up, it was almost dark.