She Only Cares About Cultivation

She had also figured on the big surname Ito—there were definitely Japanese special agents lurking in Hua Country; in wartime, who could possibly check all that clearly?

As for that so‑called "Shina mother," she really couldn’t stand saying it: "If you hadn’t bombed my family to death, would I have ended up coming to a hospital to scrounge for food?"

That one line choked the female spy into silence; her fearlessness, her openness and casual manner, the complete lack of psychological burden, had these people puzzling over her for a long time.

The more complicated a person is, the more they complicate things themselves; Yishui had noticed exactly this, and chose a simpler, more straightforward way to interface with them.

Maybe they suspected she was Chinese, but then how were they supposed to explain that fluent Japanese of hers? If a Chinese person learns Japanese, there will be flaws more or less, because they didn’t grow up with it; even if they could reach her level, it would take time, and she was still very young, only sixteen or seventeen.

After repeated observation and investigation, they could be sure she wasn’t a special agent sent by the other side, because she lacked certain instinctive reactions of a trained agent.

She really didn’t know how to shoot, even less how to fight with fists and kicks, as if she truly were just a Chinese girl whose parents died and who drifted over here.

They even discovered, when examining her body and finding she wasn’t a virgin, that there was a trace of resentment in her eyes.

"I was raped by your people."

In her eyes, the Zhang Family of Snake Ridge had already become no different from those brutal, cold‑blooded Japanese devils.

So when she calmly stated this fact, there was a hint of complexity in the female spy’s gaze as she looked at her.

Although after coming here she was eating better than before, she still wasn’t used to Japanese food and made them find someone to buy her bowls of small noodles.

She openly admitted she’d grown up in Hua Country; this really displeased them, but it also indirectly showed that she had a clear conscience and wasn’t hiding anything from them. By rights, someone like her should have put them at ease.

During the evaluation period, Yishui’s heart was in turmoil; she didn’t want to be a special agent, because special agents never end well.

But if she didn’t become an agent, was she supposed to marry a Japanese man? Get married, have kids?

Hah, she’d rather be a spy than that.

Originally she’d thought she’d just join the Japanese army, help divert some supplies, and call it a contribution to our work behind enemy lines.

But things started slipping out of her control. From how much these people valued her, it was obvious they wanted to groom her as a chess piece and plant her inside the Nationalist Party’s System. As for why not the Red Party, it was because with a face like hers, she was more suited to staying with the Nationalist Party.

If it were the Red Party, they’d need to find a female spy with a more low‑key appearance.

She knew exactly how much value her face held, so a month later, when she was brought before a higher‑level officer, she wasn’t surprised at all. Especially when this officer in his fifties expressed his fondness for her and wanted to go further and violate her, she warily backed away and grabbed a Vase beside her to threaten him.

"I’ve got no attachments, I can die anytime. Don’t push me, or I’d rather die than work for you."

Who would’ve thought her threat not only failed to anger him, it actually made him burst into satisfied laughter.

"Very good, I like a fiery temperament like yours. Japan also needs female team members like you who are willing to sacrifice for the country. Welcome to our special training organization. If you’re willing, we’ll send you back to China, to Spy School for a systematic advanced course. Your Chinese is very authentic, and you’re familiar with this land. Talent like you is exactly what we need. Once you finish your studies, we’ll build you a new identity so you can blend into them seamlessly without a hint of discord, hmm?"

Spy School? They even had such a brazen name?

Yishui knew she had no other choice; maybe this was the value and meaning of her existence in this life?

So, she agreed.

The other side moved quickly, immediately arranging for people to put her on a plane. When she sat on the plane and looked down over the land of my homeland, she let out a heavy sigh inside.

The next time she came back, she feared it would be with an entirely different identity.

They say that when a female spy doesn’t have enough brains, she has to make up for it with beauty. Japan had opened many brothels in our country, and their method of using prostitutes to obtain intelligence, despicable as it was, worked. The number of high‑ranking officials who’d been compromised that way was probably beyond imagination.

She didn’t know what way they’d use to send her back, but she knew her calm, carefree days were destined to end.

After five hours of hopping flights (with refueling stops), she was finally delivered to a special forces unit hidden deep in the mountains of Japan.

There were men and women here, old and young. Her appearance made many Japanese officers’ eyes light up; that undisguised desire made her feel she’d been thrown into a den of wolves. Whether she could walk out of here whole and unscathed was a big question mark.