Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Han Chuan Mei Yue looked down at him, and finally slowly stood up, her legs feeling a little weak.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight either.

This mature body is becoming increasingly susceptible to provocation; if this continues, it might truly lead it down a path of crime.

Thinking of this, she glared at Han Chuanyou with embarrassment and annoyance.

Han Chuanyou sat up, and the atmosphere became subtly awkward.

He tried to say something to ease the tension, but what came out of his mouth was: "Um... thank you for the meal."

"Are you asking for it?!"

Han Chuan Mei Yue grabbed a cushion from the side and threw it at them.

The cushion hit his chest, and the slight awkwardness between them vanished.

Han Chuanyou rubbed the spot where he had been hit, secretly pleased with himself.

I really am a chat genius.

……

The two then returned to their previous way of interacting.

Han Chuan Yuya calmed down and continued reading "Classic Origami Dolls".

Turning to the last page and reading the last word, the three words "Paper Puppet Technique" floating on the page transformed into a ray of light invisible to mortals and drifted into his mind.

Immediately afterwards, the complete method for making paper puppets appeared in his mind.

Paper puppets, as the name suggests, are puppets made using paper. The materials required are simple: just ordinary paper, along with the essence blood of demonic beasts, and various talismans are inscribed on the paper.

Once formed, the paper figure can be manipulated to perform simple reconnaissance and spying tasks.

After the variety show ended, Han Chuan Meiyue glanced at the time, sat up, and said, "It's time to sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow."

"understood."

After responding, Han Chuanyou got up, preparing to return to her room to try out the newly acquired spell.

The two turned off the lights and went upstairs. They were both used to living on the second floor, while the bedroom on the first floor was used as a guest room.

Back in his room, Han Chuanyou couldn't wait to start preparing for work.

The materials needed for the paper puppet are: the essence blood of the demon beast, which you have yourself; and the paper, which is best if it has been soaked in spiritual liquid, which you don't have, but ordinary A4 paper will do.

He took out several sheets of A4 paper from his desk drawer, found some scissors, and started cutting the A4 paper. Paper scraps kept falling, and finally he cut out ten small paper figures in the shape of the Chinese character "大" (da).

The craftsmanship isn't very good; each paper figure is different. Han Chuanyou shook his head, feeling that they were the same as those made in kindergarten craft class, but as long as they're usable, it's fine.

Next, he began to draw the talisman, taking out the small jade bottle containing the essence blood of a demon beast from his storage ring.

The blood essence of the Iron-Headed Dog is a rich scarlet red, without the expected bloody stench. Instead, it has a unique fragrance, like wildflowers mixed with the smell of rust.

He found a brush, dipped it in his blood essence, concentrated his mind and breath, circulated his spiritual power, and followed the methods of the paper puppet technique to first draw a spirit-controlling talisman on the forehead of the paper figure.

The essence blood seeped into the paper as soon as it touched it, leaving pale red lines on the white paper, faintly glowing. Then came the Wind Riding Talisman, Body Strengthening Talisman, Lightness Talisman, Detection Talisman...

Layer upon layer of talismans with special effects landed on the limbs and torso of the paper figure.

I made a total of ten paper figures, and eight of them were successful. Two of them had their runes fall apart halfway through drawing, so they were considered scrap.

Although his skills were not yet proficient, Han Chuanyou was already quite satisfied. To achieve an 80% success rate on his first attempt would be considered a sign of considerable talent in the cultivation world.

Finally, he took out the demon crystal from the Iron-Headed Dog. It was a dark red crystal the size of a fingernail, warm to the touch. He found a small stone slab, added some water to the crystal, and ground it into powder until it was as fine as cinnabar.

Then, he dipped his fingertips in the powder and applied it evenly to each paper figure, infusing it with spiritual energy to refine it into one.

This step, incorporating the demon crystal, greatly enhances the paper puppet's resilience and maneuverability.

When everything was over, Han Chuanyou formed hand seals and slowly poured spiritual power into the eight paper figures.

A faint halo began to emanate from the surface of the paper figures, and the runes lit up one by one. His consciousness extended outward along with the spiritual power, establishing a faint connection with each paper figure.

After about ten minutes, the halo gradually dissipated, and the paper figure returned to its ordinary paper form, looking completely unremarkable.

But Han Chuanyou knew that these were no longer ordinary papers.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Eight paper figures stood up from the table and lined up crookedly, like eight toddlers who had just learned to walk.

After getting used to it for a while, he focused his mind and manipulated the paper figure to move slowly on the table.

At first, it was a bit clumsy, but gradually, the movements became smoother and smoother, almost moving at will.

"good."

Han Chuanyou nodded in satisfaction, and then it was time to test his reconnaissance abilities.

He blew a breath.

"rise."

Eight small paper figures linked arms and formed a circle. Using this breath, they took flight and floated back and forth in the room.

He opened the window and manipulated the paper figure to fly out.

Under the cover of night, these little paper figures are inconspicuous, their shapes blending into the darkness. Even if someone sees them, they would only think they are scraps of paper blown up by the wind, and would not give them a second glance.

Han Chuanyou casually switched the perspectives of these little paper figures, like wearing VR glasses and synchronizing the perspective of a drone in real time, only with more flexible control.

Tokyo at night, with its distant neon lights flashing, exudes a unique charm.

The residential area was quiet with only a few lights on.

Han Chuan You admired the night view from the perspective of the paper doll until he noticed a woman with a good figure pressed against the glass of a detached house with a Fujii sign hanging on the door, in a room facing the courtyard.

Cleaning windows late at night without even drawing the curtains is truly indecent. Do you have some kind of special hobby?

But I have to say, this pancake is so round and thick that it makes him hungry, and the single ponytail looks pretty good too.

He didn't dare look any longer, otherwise he might have trouble sleeping tonight.

Manipulating the paper figure, it continued to drift away into the distance.

Finally, Han Chuanyou realized that the paper doll could only maintain agile operation within a distance of fifty meters at most, and there was a risk of it going out of control beyond that distance, so he gave up.

As one's strength increases, the distance that can be manipulated should be greater.

He raised his hand, and the little paper figures that had returned fell back into his hand one by one, stacking up in a pile.

The beautiful scenery today, combined with what he just saw, made him feel exceptionally energetic.

Why don't we go outside and see if we can find anything to put out a fire?

He hesitated for a moment.

Just do it!

Anyway, Mizuki doesn't have the habit of checking dorm rooms, and sleep is now dispensable to him.

He manipulated a paper figure to slip through the crack in the door and enter the room next door, where Mizuki was to investigate the situation.

Inside the room, the lights had already been turned off. The paper figure flew to the bedside and slowly descended in the dim light.

From the paper doll's perspective, Mizuki lay flat on the bed, seemingly asleep. Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on her face and revealing a faint blush, as if she were having a dream.

But... the screen of the phone she was holding was still lit up.

The paper figure moved closer.

The screen displayed a single comic strip, the content of which was somewhat difficult to describe.

Han Chuan You remained silent for two seconds.

Sibling/brother type?

You, Meiyue, secretly watching this kind of good stuff behind my back.

His gaze slowly shifted to the bedside table, where a few crumpled wads of toilet paper had appeared in the trash can.

Judging from this situation, it seems I've missed out on a fortune...

Is Mizuki that thirsty?