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

Everyone understood that Xu Jiande needed to use the restroom.

In fact, many courtyard managers need to use the restroom.

Meanwhile, Xu Jiande clutched his stomach and hurried toward the roadside, looking as if he was about to burst and urinate in his pants.

Xu Jiande went to the public restroom, but instead of going back immediately, he quickly turned into a narrow alley.

At this moment, his hands had stopped trembling, and his expression had returned to calm, replaced by an extremely cold killing intent.

He had suppressed his demonic energy for too long in the square. The resentment had accumulated in his meridians, like a reservoir full of water, and was about to burst its banks.

He naturally wouldn't bring that resentment and murderous intent back to the courtyard house.

He needs an outlet for his emotions, and it has to be now.

Demonic cultivators abhor being stifled, for too long it will breed inner demons. Just now in the square, he was forced to kill his own compatriots with his own hands, which was a deeper humiliation than any other form of repression.

If he doesn't vent it immediately, his demonic powers will cause serious problems.

Xu Jiande glanced at the direction, then quickly walked several dozen steps eastward until he arrived at a temporary guard post.

This was a mobile sentry post set up by the Japanese near Caishikou. Two Japanese soldiers, armed with Type 38 rifles, were standing behind a sandbag bunker, chatting idly, completely ignoring Jiande.

No wonder, Xu Jiande was wearing a gray cloth jacket stained with blood, and his body reeked of blood and vomit. He looked no different from those terrified courtyard managers.

Who would be wary of a spineless coward who has just been terrified and vomited after being executed?

Xu Jiande approached, head down, his steps unsteady, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the shock of the square.

As he walked up to one of the Japanese soldiers, the soldier waved his hand impatiently, probably telling him to get lost.

It smells terrible.

Xu Jiande raised his head, a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his face, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

His voice was very soft, and the Japanese soldier didn't understand. He frowned, leaned forward, and tilted his ear to try to hear clearly.

Xu Jiande took a step closer to him, as if to repeat what he had just said, and then punched him in the neck.

This punch left no room for retreat.

The demonic energy surged into his arm, and the moment his fist struck his Adam's apple, it made a crisp cracking sound, like a chopstick being snapped in two.

The Japanese soldier's mouth was still open, but the sound was blocked in his trachea by his broken Adam's apple, and he could only make a few muffled gurgling sounds. His eyes bulged out, and his body fell straight backward.

Before the other Japanese soldier could react, Xu Jiande had already slipped past his comrade's corpse, grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand, and punched him in the Adam's apple with his right fist.

With the same snap, the second Japanese soldier didn't even have time to groan before his body went limp, and the Type 38 rifle in his hand clattered to the ground.

The interval between the first and second punches was less than a second. Two punches, two lives.

A warm, life-giving energy surged from the two corpses, seeping into Xu Jiande's arm through his pores and flowing along his meridians towards his dantian.

This surge of heat collided with the cold resentment within his body, like boiling water poured onto ice, and with a hiss, it exploded into a cloud of white mist in his dantian.

The forces of hot and cold clashed, churned, and merged within his meridians. Xu Jiande felt his meridians swell and expand, and the icy shell pressing on his heart finally cracked open.

I took a deep breath and felt my breathing become easier and my mind clearer.

Xu Jiande squatted down, took off a Japanese soldier's hat and put it on his own head, pulling the brim down so that it covered most of his face.

Then he took off the other person's military uniform jacket, put it on himself, and buttoned it up.

His hands didn't stop; he stripped off their clothes and searched for ammunition, taking out four grenades and several magazines from the two Japanese soldiers, and then carrying two Type 38 rifles on his back.

The whole process took less than a minute, and the movements were so fast it was as if they had been done countless times.

Then he stood up, pulled his hat brim down, crouched down, climbed over the wall behind the sandbag bunker, and jumped into another alley.

Soon it was discovered that the mobile sentry post had been taken down.

Shouts and whistles in the Japanese language came from behind, urgent and sharp, and footsteps began to gather in this direction.

Gunshots have been fired.

Xu Jiande did not stop to fight back, but accelerated forward, weaving back and forth between the alleys.

He has now reached the second level of Qi Refining, and his physical fitness far surpasses that of ordinary people. He can run 100 meters in just seven or eight seconds, which is much faster than the average person's sprint.

Two minutes later, Xu Jiande circled back to a position about 300 meters from Jiaochangkou.

The Japanese soldiers in the square were still preparing for the second execution; some were carrying the corpse, while others were chatting.

Xu Jiande crouched behind a low wall, took out a grenade, pulled the fuse, channeled demonic energy into his arm, and threw it out fiercely.

He has now reached the second level of Qi Refining, and his arm strength has increased significantly compared to before. When the grenade is released, it makes a sharp whooshing sound, draws an extremely long arc in the air, and lands precisely on the square.

This throw covered a distance of over 350 meters.

boom!

With a loud bang, flames and black smoke shot into the air.

The shockwave knocked several Japanese soldiers to the ground. Screams echoed from the center of the blast; at least three people were killed instantly, two of whom were Japanese soldiers.

The other was a group of puppet soldiers carrying a corpse.

The Japanese soldiers in the square were thrown into chaos. Some were shouting, some were blowing whistles, and several officers drew their swords and pointed in the direction from which the grenades had come. A squad of Japanese soldiers rushed in that direction with their rifles.

Xu Jiande didn't stop; he picked up three more grenades and threw them out one after another.

Three explosions rang out almost in quick succession, instantly filling the square with smoke. Shrapnel and broken bricks flew everywhere, and screams of agony echoed across the square.

After throwing four grenades, seven or eight Japanese soldiers had already fallen in the square.

Xu Jiande didn't linger in the fight; he threw down the Japanese soldier's cap and ran away.

Evacuate quickly along the pre-planned route.

After jumping off the roof, he blended into the alley. He was now wearing the same clothes he had worn as the former administrator, a stark contrast to the Japanese assassin who had thrown the grenade.

Whistles and footsteps came from afar; the Japanese pursuit team was rushing this way, but Xu Jiande was fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Five minutes later, Xu Jiande emerged from a narrow alley and rejoined the group of courtyard administrators.

When Yi Zhonghai saw him return, he asked, "Why did you take so long? Are you feeling better?"

Xu Jiande nodded and said he felt much better; he felt much better after vomiting.

Yi Zhonghai didn't ask any more questions. He was still replaying the scene in the square in his mind, feeling nothing but disgust.

They couldn't care less about anything else.

The other administrators who were nearby only glanced at Xu Jiande before looking away, feeling disgusted and wanting to vomit.

Sporadic gunshots and shouts came from the direction of Jiaochangkou in the distance. Some people turned around and looked very nervous and scared.

But I also know that after today, there's no going back.

After all, he had become a murderer who killed his fellow countrymen.

So everyone lowered their heads and continued walking, their mood completely different from the smugness they had when they first left.

My mouth was full of bitterness.

Therefore, no one connected the explosion with the young man in the group who was the first to kill his own compatriot.