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

Xu Jiande had no time to think. He drew his bayonet and slashed backhand.

The third Japanese soldier had a deep, bone-revealing gash slashed open on his neck, and the blood gushed out, arcing through the air.

The fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.

Xu Jiande's mind went blank, and his body was completely controlled by instinct.

The moves of the Nine Forms of the Demon Blade automatically appeared in his mind. He didn't need to think; his body knew exactly how to move.

Thrust, chop, flick, split, slice, pick, wipe, cut, mince.

The nine sword techniques flowed smoothly from his hands, each strike carrying a black demonic aura, each strike deadly.

He didn't know how many Japanese soldiers he had killed.

All I knew was that there were more and more corpses on the ground, and the ground beneath my feet was covered in blood. The blood on the bluestone slabs had formed dark red streams that flowed down the cracks in the stones.

He charged from the courtyard into the alley.

There were even more Japanese soldiers in the alley.

When the machine gunner saw him rush out of the yard, his eyes widened like saucers, and he turned his gun to aim at him.

Xu Jiande did not give him a chance to fire.

He was much faster than usual. The instant the machine gunner pulled the trigger, he had already dodged to the side, his bayonet flying out of his hand and piercing the machine gunner's eye socket with a trail of black smoke.

It pierced the opponent's head directly.

The machine gun went silent.

Xu Jiande snatched a Type 38 rifle from the corpse on the ground, held the barrel upside down, and swung the butt of the rifle like a stick.

A rifle butt smashed a Japanese soldier's helmet, shattering the skull beneath it.

Another rifle butt swept out, hitting another Japanese soldier on the neck. The soldier's head tilted to the side at an unexpected angle, and he flew out and crashed into the wall, leaving a bloody trail as he slid down.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Xu Jiande was blinded by rage. His pupils turned completely blood red, and his face was contorted with the savagery of a wild beast, though he himself was completely unaware of it.

The primal force within him surged forward like a raging flood, bringing him both pain and pleasure.

The demonic energy frantically absorbed the life force dissipated by the surrounding Japanese soldiers before their deaths, like a dried-up sponge being thrown into water.

However, the vortex of energy in his dantian remained unchanged.

With the Blood Ancestor absent, he didn't know how to guide these life energies to converge in his dantian.

These energies merely washed over his bones and flesh, strengthening his body, but did not transform into his own cultivation.

Xu Jiande vaguely realized the problem, but didn't have time to think about it in detail.

He swung the butt of his rifle and smashed another Japanese soldier's head.

I don't know how much time passed, nor how many Japanese soldiers I killed.

That primal power began to recede from within the body, like the receding tide, coming and going quickly.

Xu Jiande felt his strength gradually draining away, his arms starting to ache, his legs starting to weaken, and the red light in his vision slowly fading.

He knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

There were corpses all around.

The alley was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, some lying face down, some lying on their backs, some leaning against the wall, and some piled up together.

A rough count reveals at least thirty bodies.

The stench of blood was so strong that Xu Jiande wanted to take a few breaths, but he quickly realized that he had been mentally affected by the demonic bow.

Xu Jiande threw away the Type 38 rifle that was already bent from the impact. The stock was covered with blood and bits of flesh, and the wood on the grip was soaked in blood, turning a dark reddish-black color.

He tried shouting it out in his mind.

"Ancestor?"

no respond.

He shouted again, "You old geezer!"

still none.

Xu Jiande felt a little uneasy.

This old demon had been complaining ever since he transmigrated, finding fault with everything he did, but when it came to the crucial moment, he sacrificed his last bit of essence.

"You old codger, I will definitely save you," Xu Jiande vowed, then got up from the ground.

Unexpectedly, a huge bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Xu Jiande felt that he was bound by some unseen force.

Without thinking twice, he limped toward the alley entrance.

Although Xu Jiande walks with a limp, he is not slow.

At this time, the alley was pitch black; anyone who dared to turn on their headlights at this time would be courting death.

The air was filled with the mingled smells of gunpowder and blood.

By this time, the wound on his calf had stopped bleeding, but it still ached with every step. The demonic energy circulated slowly within his body, repairing the wound bit by bit, but at a much slower pace than before.

With the Blood Ancestor in a deep slumber and no one to guide the flow of demonic energy, Xu Jiande had to figure everything out on his own.

"You old codger, you're sleeping soundly," Xu Jiande muttered to himself.

There was still no response from his mind, and Xu Jiande felt an inexplicable emptiness welling up in his heart again.

However, Xu Jiande also knew that now was not the time to be sentimental.

He turned into a side street in Nanluoguxiang and arrived at the courtyard house where the original owner lived. He quickly slipped in through the main gate, walked through the courtyard, and arrived at the original owner's room.

Xu Jiande tried to use his key to open the door, only to find it was already open.

Du became more alert and slowly walked over, only to find someone looking for something in his house, but without turning on the lights.

Xu Jiande's eyes have now been enhanced by magic, allowing him to see relatively clearly in the dark, at least enough to see a clear shadow.

Upon closer inspection, it was Jia Zhangshi.

Xu Jiande's temper flared up instantly.

The original owner fought desperately against the Japanese outside and died there, while this old hag was actually stealing from the original owner's home.

He took a deep breath, stood behind Jia Zhangshi, and shouted, "Jia Zhangshi, what are you doing?"

Jia Zhangshi trembled with fright, and the piece of iron in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

She turned around abruptly and recognized Xu Jiande's voice. Her panic turned into guilt, and then in the blink of an eye, she put on a righteous expression.

This set of facial expression changes is unbeatable.

"Oh dear, Xiao Xu!" Madam Jia patted her chest, as if she had been frightened. "Why do you walk like a ghost? You scared me to death!"

"I'm asking you what you're doing in my house," Xu Jiande's voice turned cold.

Jia Zhangshi's eyes darted around, and a smile spread across her face, a smile that gave one goosebumps.

"Xiao Xu, I was just worried about you. I haven't seen you all day, and I thought something had happened to you outside."

As she spoke, she backed away, saying, "I'm worried that the grain in your house might be stolen, so I'm going to take it back to keep it safe for you."

Xu Jiande almost laughed out of anger.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone describe stealing in such a refined and elegant way.

However, Xu Jiande knew that Jia Zhangshi was just like that; she could always turn black into white.

"Put these away for me?" He pointed to the half-open lock. "You need to break into my house to put your things away?"

"Well, you weren't home, and I don't have your key." Jia Zhangshi's skin was incredibly thick; she could say such things without batting an eye.

"Besides, my Dongxu is still growing. Your cornmeal is just sitting there anyway, so it's not a waste to give it to Dongxu. We're neighbors, there's no point in arguing about this."

Xu Jiande found it extremely disgusting.

In the original owner's memories, this Jia Zhangshi took advantage of her every few days. The original owner was an honest person and felt embarrassed to ask for favors because she didn't want to cause trouble between neighbors. But Xu Jiande was not the original owner.

The key is that among all the birds in the courtyard, he hates Jia Zhangshi the most, as well as the little thief Shengbanggeng, and he won't give Jia Zhangshi any face.

"Jia Zhangshi." Xu Jiande's voice was calm, almost frighteningly so. "I'll ask you one more time, what were you doing in my house?"

Jia Zhangshi was taken aback by his imposing manner, but she still stubbornly insisted, "Why can't you understand what I'm saying, child? I just..."

Xu Jiande slapped him across the face.

He didn't use much force in that slap, but after his body was tempered by demonic energy, his strength was more than twice that of an ordinary person.

Jia Zhangshi was hit on the face, spun halfway around, and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

My ears are ringing.

Jia Zhangshi covered her face, staring wide-eyed at Xu Jiande, completely dumbfounded.