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

Bai Ling has already prepared the meal.

Cornmeal porridge, five steamed buns, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

Bai Ling knew he had a big appetite, so she specially grabbed two extra steamed buns.

The porridge was much thicker than yesterday, and the cornbread was real, without any bran mixed in.

Xu Jiande sat at the table, picked up the bowl, and slurped down his porridge.

He ate very quickly, while Bai Ling sat opposite him, eating in small bites, glancing up at him every now and then, and pushing half of her cornbread in front of him.

Xu Jiande glanced at her, and without any hesitation, picked up the food and finished it in two bites.

After finishing his meal, Xu Jiande rested for a while and then gave Bai Ling a massage.

Bai Ling started singing again, which made Jia Zhangshi and the others think that young people are really amazing.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Jiande took two jin of rice, put it in a wooden basin, and carried it out the door.

After passing through the courtyard, I arrived at the door of the Stone family's house and knocked.

After a while, the door opened a crack.

Stone's mother, Zhao Wangshi, stood behind the door. Her face was very thin, her cheekbones were high and prominent, her eyes were red and swollen, her tear stains were still wet, and the skin on both sides of her nose was red and peeling from being soaked in tears.

She had been crying for a whole day and night, and her tears had long since dried up, but her eyes were still swollen, and her gaze was somewhat unfocused when she looked at people, as if her soul had been taken away by something.

Xu Jiande handed the rice over.

Zhao Wangshi looked down at the bag of rice, her lips moved a few times, and her eyes reddened again.

She wiped her hands on her clothes again and again, then tremblingly took the rice, repeatedly saying thank you.

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Xu Jiande wanted to say something comforting, but he swallowed the words back. At a time like this, nothing he said would make a difference.

If someone's son dies, how can they possibly grieve in peace?

But all I can say is, Aunt Zhao, please accept my condolences and take good care of yourself.

They didn't say anything else; saying too much could cause trouble.

For example, helping you kill the Japanese devils, I can't say that, right?

When Zhao Wangshi saw Xu Jiande about to leave, tears welled up again and streamed down her thin cheeks.

He choked up and said, "Jiande, you are a good person. If the stone in heaven has a spirit, it will bless you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Jiande felt a huge surge of resentment coming from the direction of the shrine in the main room, as if something had been waiting there for a long time and finally found an outlet to vent its anger.

This resentment was not as warm as the vitality that the Japanese soldiers exhaled before they died; it carried a cold, heavy, intense hatred and obsession.

It flew down from the shrine and quickly poured into Xu Jiande's body, flowing along his meridians and converging towards his dantian.

Xu Jiande felt as if the hairs on his body stood on end, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

The amount of resentment was substantial, comparable to the blood and energy gained from killing ten Japanese devils.

But unlike the Japanese soldiers' spirit, the resentment was cold, carrying a heavy negative emotion.

Xu Jiande could feel his mood becoming depressed, sorrowful, unwilling, and resentful after the resentment entered his body.

He quickly circulated his demonic energy, enveloping the resentment in it, and guided it little by little into his dantian.

It took him quite a while to fully absorb that resentment.

The demonic energy in his dantian seemed to have grown stronger, but it also had a colder, more sinister aura.

"What exactly is this thing?" Xu Jiande couldn't help but wonder, secretly guessing.

Unfortunately, the Blood Ancestor was not here, so he had to figure it out on his own.

But one thing is certain: this resentment can make him stronger, though the side effects may be significant.

Just a moment ago, he felt his violent emotions intensify.

He quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts, nodded to Zhao Wangshi, and turned to walk towards his own house. The courtyard was already completely dark.

Just as they reached their own front door, they saw Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong walking in from outside the gate.

The group was chatting and laughing, and it seemed they were all in a good mood today.

Indeed, no one was injured or killed while working at Lou's Steel Rolling Mill today.

And the Japanese even said they would pay wages.

This is like giving someone a big stick first, and then giving them a bunch of steamed buns.

Humans are constantly adapting to their environment.

Xu Jiande returned to the house, closed the door, and found Bai Ling had already cleared the dishes and was sitting at the table waiting for him. They chatted for a few minutes, and then Xu Jiande said he would rest a little longer and leave when it was time.

Bai Ling nodded and said, "Okay, wake me up when it's time."

Afterwards, the two went to the bedroom together.

Xu Jiande lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

The demonic energy in his dantian, mixed with the newly absorbed resentment, slowly circulated through his meridians.

Resentment and demonic energy are merging.

The demonic energy devoured the resentment, stripping away the hatred and obsession within it, leaving only pure energy.

The process is slow, but it is indeed underway.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but in a daze, Xu Jiande suddenly opened his eyes.

This is an instinctive alertness.

His hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people after his body was tempered by demonic energy, and now he could hear someone trying to pry open the door.

The sound was very soft, extremely soft; it was the sound of a metal plate slowly tapping the bolt through the crack in the door.

Most people wouldn't notice this noise while they're asleep.

But Xu Jiande was no ordinary person; the sound was so clear to him that it sounded like someone was filing his eardrums.

Xu Jiande felt someone opening the door and was speechless. A thief had actually broken into his house. Was it because he was the owner of a rice shop?

This is incredibly arrogant, just like the Japanese devils.

This thought made me extremely agitated.

He slowly sat up without making a sound.

Bai Ling was still asleep beside her, her breathing steady and even, unaware of anything amiss.

Xu Jiande did not wake her. He walked barefoot to the bedroom door and leaned against the door frame.

The bolt was slowly pried open from the outside, and then the door was gently pushed open a crack.

Moonlight filtered through the crack in the door, casting a thin white line on the floor. A figure squeezed through the crack, moving carefully and making little noise.

Then another person followed them in.

The man closed the door and stood in the darkness, seemingly checking to see if anyone inside had woken up.

Then he tiptoed toward the bedroom and pushed open the bedroom door.

Xu Jiande could see the man's silhouette even from behind the door. He was short, thin, and moved very nimbly.

The man stood at the bedroom door, took out a thin tube from his pocket, and blew something into it.

A faint, strange odor wafted over, carrying a sweet scent, like some kind of intoxicating drug.

Xu Jiande held his breath.

After the man took two steps into the bedroom, he emerged from behind the door, swung the wooden stick he had been holding, and smashed it down.

This strike used only one-fifth of its force.

Even after reaching the second level of Qi Refining, he himself hadn't fully grasped the extent of his power.

One-fifth of the strength is enough to tear the skin and flesh of an ordinary person.

If you use all your strength, this blow could shatter the opponent's bones into dust.

With a "snap".

The man let out a pig-like scream, fell forward, and the pipe in his hand flew out, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled into the corner of the wall.

Before his scream had even faded, a flurry of footsteps came from the living room outside!

The other person was keeping watch in the living room when he heard his companion scream. Terrified, he turned and ran towards the door.

Xu Jiande chased after him out of the bedroom and rushed to the door in two steps.

The man's hand had already touched the door panel, but before he could pull it open, Xu Jiande struck him on the back with a stick from behind.

It's the same amount of one-fifth of the strength.

The man let out a scream even more agonizing than his companion's, like a pig being slaughtered.

She slammed onto the door panel, slid down, and curled up in a ball on the floor.

Bai Ling had already woken up by this time.

She sat up abruptly, her hand already under the pillow, where Xu Jiande had left her a pistol.

She reacted quickly, but Xu Jiande was even faster.

"Don't do anything rash, a thief has broken into the house." Xu Jiande's voice came from the living room, his tone very calm.

Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief, put the pistol back on the pillow, put on her coat, and got out of bed.

He then took a match from the table, struck it, and lit the kerosene lamp.

The dim light spread throughout the room, illuminating the person still rolling on the living room floor, the blood-stained wooden stick in Xu Jiande's hand, and the other person trembling and clutching their arm at the bedroom door.

Both of them were wearing gray cloth shirts and their faces were covered with black cloth.

Xu Jiande walked over and ripped off the mask of one of the people.

Grass, that's Brother Zhong.

That's Zhong Ge, the guy who came to the rice shop yesterday and left because he thought it was too expensive. Yesterday and today, he called him a treacherous businessman who stole from his rice shop, and today he even came to his own house to steal rice.

Damn it, Xu Jiande's murderous intent surged instantly.