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

The tunnel is small, less than a person's height, and only wide enough for one person to pass through.

The walls on both sides are made of rammed earth, which feel damp and cold to the touch, and water is seeping down in some places.

There was a damp, earthy smell in the air, mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder.

This is coming in from the outside, which means that the ventilation openings in the tunnel have not been blocked.

Xu Jiande walked forward with his back slightly bent for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and then began to walk uphill.

The dirt steps were narrow and a bit slippery, covered with a thin layer of moss.

The tunnel became narrower and narrower until it was so narrow that you could only crawl forward on your stomach.

Xu Jiande braced himself on his elbows and moved forward little by little, his back rubbing against the rammed earth at the top of the tunnel. Soil dust fell down and landed on the back of his neck, feeling cool and itchy.

After climbing for about several dozen steps, I bumped my head on a stone slab.

He pushed the stone slab upwards, creating a crack, and a huge stench poured in from the gap, almost making him drop his grip.

Xu Jiande held his breath, pushed the stone slab aside completely, and poked his head out.

A makeshift shed made of a few wooden planks, with bluestone slabs on the ground and piles of wood ash in the corner.

The exit faces a row of squat toilets. This is behind the public toilet at the entrance of the alley.

No wonder it smells so strong.

Xu Jiande crawled out of the tunnel and squatted in the shadows behind the public toilet. He covered the stone slab again, then scooped up a few handfuls of loose soil from the side and sprinkled it on top, tamping it down with his feet.

Only after confirming that no traces were visible did they circle around from behind the public restroom.

The clouds hadn't dispersed yet, and a small patch of pale moonlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, shining on the wet bluestone pavement, giving it a thin, glistening sheen.

Xu Jiande crouched in the shadows at the entrance of the alley, listened for a while, and only after confirming that there were no patrol teams nearby did he walk along the wall towards Nanluoguxiang.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at the alley.

The location of the old locust tree was no longer visible, but he knew that there was a stranger who opened the door and pulled him inside when he was surrounded and chased by dozens of Japanese soldiers.

Moreover, this person has basically already sacrificed himself.

The other person was someone who traded their own life for his.

He didn't know him, but that person did.

Actually, the person didn't open the door because he recognized him as Manager Xu. Rather, he would help anyone who was killing Japanese soldiers, no matter who they were.

It just so happens that the other party recognized Xu Jiande.

At this moment, the gunshots and shouts behind him grew fainter and fainter. The beam of the searchlight flickered a few times in the night sky before finally stopping at a certain point, no longer able to catch up with him.

Xu Jiande decided to go home.

But for some reason, he felt his blood and qi were not flowing smoothly, his inner demons suddenly appeared, and his eyes turned bloodshot again.

After running for a full two miles, he leaned against a wall and gasped for breath.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, mingling with the dust and gunpowder on his face, leaving dark streaks.

The back of his clothes was torn in several places by bullets, and there was a shallow bloodstain on his calf, caused by a piece of broken brick.

He looked down at his hands.

He was still clutching the bayonet in his hand, the blade stained with the blood of the Japanese soldier from earlier, though it had dried.

This ambush made him realize one thing: the Japanese had begun to figure out his patterns of movement. Dongsi Street, Beixinqiao, Gulou East Street—he always operated in this area.

The Japanese soldiers must have marked all the attack points on the map, and then used searchlights, machine guns, and snipers to create a net.

This net almost got him caught tonight.

Xu Jiande took a deep breath, wiped the bayonet on his trouser leg, and put it back in his waistband.

Just as I was about to go back, someone shouted from the darkness, "Stop!"

They were speaking Japanese.

Xu Jiande roared and charged forward like a cannonball, killing a Japanese soldier with a single shot.

Before the second Japanese soldier could react, Xu Jiande kicked him to the ground.

The Japanese soldier screamed and immediately fired, but missed Xu Jiande.

He was immediately stabbed to death by Xu Jiande.

Of course, the gunshots also alerted the other Japanese sentries.

Xu Jiande grabbed the other party's grenade and immediately threw it over.

Boom boom boom.

Four or five more Japanese soldiers were killed.

At that moment, the demonic energy in Xu Jiande's dantian was rapidly circulating in his meridians. The life force after killing the enemy was gathering in his dantian along the meridians. The vortex spun faster and faster, and became denser and denser. With each rotation, the heat became stronger.

He felt that the threshold was already close at hand, just one last step, just one last kill.

So Xu Jiande stopped running and continued fighting the enemy.

Five minutes later.

As Xu Jiande pulled his bayonet from the last Japanese soldier's corpse, a surge of heat suddenly welled up in his dantian.

This surge of heat is unlike any other life-giving force that has ever returned after defeating an enemy.

The heat flow used to be warm, flowing from the wound into the palm, along the meridians to the dantian, like pouring in a bowl of hot soup, the warmth spreading from the abdomen to the limbs.

But this time the heat was scalding hot, like molten iron gushing out directly from the bottom of the dantian and rushing up the spine.

Xu Jiande stood there, the bayonet in his hand still wet and dripping blood.

The heat had already passed the Jiaji point and was rushing towards the Yuzhen point.

He felt something wriggling under the skin of his back, like a red-hot iron chain slowly crawling along his spine. With each inch it crawled, the muscles in that area would spasm uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth, holstered the bayonet at his waist, placed his hands on his knees, and hunched over, panting heavily.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, hitting the bluestone slab and splashing up tiny watermarks.

The heat flow passed through the Jade Pillow Gate and suddenly accelerated, as if breaking through some obstacle, traveling all the way up from the back of the head, and finally exploding violently at the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head.

Xu Jiande felt as if he had been struck on the top of the head by lightning, his vision was filled with a burst of white light, and his ears were filled with a sharp buzzing.

His body involuntarily straightened up, his arms spread out, his ten fingers extended and then clenched tightly, his knuckles making a cracking sound.

After the white light faded, all the meridians in Xu Jiande's body were connected in that instant.

The demonic energy circulated within the body at an unprecedented speed, starting from the dantian, descending along the three yin meridians of the hand, passing the Laogong acupoint, and returning via the three yang meridians of the hand.

Then, starting from the dantian, go down along the three yin meridians of the foot to the Yongquan point on the sole of the foot, and then return along the three yang meridians of the foot.

One great cycle follows another, each cycle faster and smoother than the last.

He didn't need any deliberate guidance; the demonic energy knew which path to take on its own, as if a long-dormant memory had been awakened.

The bones became denser under the tempering of demonic energy, and the cartilage at the joints was wrapped in a thin layer of air, making each turn as smooth as an oiled bearing.

The muscle fibers rearranged and recombined under the influence of demonic energy, becoming more resilient and resistant to tearing.

In the past, he relied on explosive power to smash a Japanese soldier's Adam's apple with a single punch. Now, he feels that he can control the direction and force of the force exerted by every muscle fiber. He can smash a person's Adam's apple with a single punch, and he can also use the same fist to lightly touch a leaf without making it shake.

Simply put, Xu Jiande can easily defeat two versions of himself.