She Only Cares About Cultivation

At the training base in Japan, she had been photographed, so to prevent any photos from leaking, Yishui had no choice but to use the Plant Potion in her space to alter her appearance. It couldn’t be the kind of makeup that smudged as soon as she sweated; it had to set long-term so nothing would go wrong.

The household registration policies in this era were a mess. The so-called permits for entering and leaving the City were just a way to make money. As long as you had money, you could get them, and you didn’t even need to attach a photo. At most, when you entered the City, they would search what you were carrying. You also couldn’t just walk in empty-handed, so she casually grabbed a bundle, stuffed it with clothes, and when she reached the city gate, the thin, small, shriveled "him" didn’t draw anyone’s attention and slipped in smoothly.

To enter the City she spent one yuan in Paper money. She had specially gone to the docks to find a worker, trading a small bag of steamed buns for it, because in this era, money was different everywhere. She had never been to this part of Shanghai, so naturally she didn’t have their coin. Exchanging a small bag of mixed-grain steamed buns for one yuan, the workers were more than willing.

The bag weighed about a jin, solid fine-grain cornbread. In the grain-strapped year 1940, it could absolutely save lives and was far more practical than money.

In the early 1940s, Shanghai was probably the most prosperous and wealthy place in all of Hua Country. Because of its geographic location, there were many Foreigners here. Those with power and influence mostly lived in the lease. But after Shanghai fell, the lease became an isolated island. Even the German church was bombed, let alone the British, American, and French leases. Japanese pirates often went in to grab people. So now, as she walked down the street, she could see Japanese Army everywhere, burning, killing, and looting. While the sight shocked her to the core, it also stoked a hatred for them that went down to her bones.

After entering the City, Yishui began to put her trained skills to use, setting up a sniper rifle, finding good positions, and hunting Japanese pirates everywhere.

Two and a half years of training allowed her to pick out Japanese at a glance in a crowd. Whether they were "good" or "bad," she killed them all. As for those who went around bullying her compatriots, she would never let them go. She not only shot them, but also rushed down at the fastest speed to strip them of their weapons and store them in her space.

She usually carried out her sniping at night. Others might be affected by poor visibility, but she was different. With her Demon Eyes filtering, it was like having infrared; there was nowhere to hide.

During the day she used a silenced pistol, wandering all over the city. The space gave her tremendous advantages. Even if she got surrounded or aroused suspicion, it didn’t matter, because she had forged documents in hand, fluent Japanese, and deeply memorized intelligence. She could bluff her way through easily.

As for her faces, today she looked like this; tomorrow she might look completely different.

So, with her stirring the pot, all the Japanese in Shanghai were thrown into chaos, searching everywhere for the perpetrator. Those with even a bit of power didn’t dare show their faces, afraid she’d blow their heads off with a single shot.

Even with them being this cautious, Yishui not only didn’t rein herself in, she made them even more panicked.

She even killed two newly arrived contacts at the docks who were carrying a telegraph box and intercepted critical intelligence.

After killing them, she immediately moved with the equipment, because with a transmitter, if you didn’t handle it properly, the signal could be used to lock in your location. So for the moment she couldn’t use it. She did, however, take a sealed letter off the two men.

The sealed letter required a special Japanese Army unlocking method to decipher. As it happened, she knew it—not only knew it, she also had a codebook, a Japanese codebook.

After extracting the decoded intelligence, she frowned slightly, because this was highly important information, involving top-secret documents on an enemy attack and the expansion of artillery platforms.

Just as she was fretting over where to send this intelligence, a sound suddenly came from behind her. Yishui reacted quickly, but this person moved even faster. In an instant, he appeared behind her, pressing a dark gun muzzle to the back of her head.

"Put the stuff down and you can walk away." Clearly, he had been tailing her for a long time.

She let out a tiny breath of relief. Fortunately, she hadn’t entered the space right after the killing, or she might have exposed herself.

Since she had no idea who he was, how could she just hand the goods over so easily?

Even with his gun raised, she showed no fear and simply turned her head. In the darkness, the man stood against the light, wearing a hat with the brim pulled very low, dressed in a suit, very tall, his features impossible to make out.