Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Author: Qingchuan Feiniao

Summary:

Han Chuan You, who aspires to become a handsome man in Tokyo, wakes up to find himself transported to a world of immortals and heroes.

But... looking at the bustling traffic on the street... he felt that something was very wrong.

The school is a Taoist sect, and you can receive a sect gift pack upon enrollment?

Having dinner with the lady next door unexpectedly turned into an exchange of Taoist magic? The next day, his cultivation level increased significantly, and he even gained strange spells.

The Sports Festival is a grand competition among sects, and those who rank highly will receive generous resource rewards.

The peaceful days are shattered, and the unconventional daily life of cultivating immortality begins.

[Unique and unparalleled style, lighthearted, multiple female leads, slice-of-life, invincible]

Chapter 1 The Golden Finger Develops Cognitive Impairment

"Xiaoyou, are you up yet?"

A melodious voice came from outside the bedroom.

Han Chuan You opened his eyes.

[You have officially embarked on the path of cultivation, shedding your status as a sect servant. Now is the time to return to your sect and collect your introductory resources...]

Having long been accustomed to the subtitles before him, he slowly replied, "I'm up."

Today is the first day of school, and I can finally see what the introductory resources I've been waiting for all week are.

Thinking of this, he felt hopeful and his spirits lifted.

The door was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in.

The woman was dressed in a professional police uniform with a skirt. She had a mature and delicate face, a hair tie between her lips, and raised her hand to tie her long hair into a neat ponytail, revealing her fair and slender neck.

The well-fitting police uniform accentuated her alluring figure, highlighting her curves.

This woman, who exudes the aura of a rare beauty, is the older sister, Hanchuan Meiyue, who adopted her thirteen years ago and raised her.

Han Chuan Mei Yue came to the bedside, facing the boy on the bed, and leaned down slightly. Her full breasts drooped slightly, making one worry that the few small buttons would burst open under the pressure.

Her alluring peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, exuding charm as she said:

"You've been sleeping in a lot more lately. Have you been doing anything unhealthy at night?"

"How could someone as positive and motivated as me be addicted to doing this kind of thing? Don't worry, Mizuki, my virginity will always belong to you."

As he spoke, he glanced down at the ground. This was really annoying, starting so early in the morning.

"You look so beautiful today. Let me see your inner layer. I want to learn how to coordinate outfits."

"Don't act crazy so early in the morning."

Han Chuan Mei Yue tapped his head and then casually slapped away his malicious hand.

"Get up and have breakfast, I have to go to work soon."

Han Chuanyou looked regretful: "I know, but you, the tax thief, are you worried about being late?"

"No matter what, you have to do it. Stop dawdling and get up now."

"Good good."

After a holiday, Han Chuan You was still not out of his lazy routine. He was pulled out of bed by Mei Yue and urged to finish breakfast.

At the entrance, Han Chuan Meiyue carefully tied his tie and reminded him, "Remember not to flirt with girls when you go to school."

"I'll say it again, I can never repay Meiyue's kindness. With Meiyue as a shining example, what attraction do other girls have for me?"

"That's hard to say, go ahead."

Han Chuan Mei Yue pressed his shoulder, helped him turn around, and gave him a push.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out the door. Looking up at the clear sky, he saw several birds flying across the clouds on the horizon and couldn't help but sigh.

My leisurely holiday is over.

Inside the swaying tram, a boy in a school uniform crossed his arms, leaned against the carriage, and looked around.

His excessively handsome face attracted frequent glances from the girls walking to school together. They shoved each other, giggled quietly, and urged their companions to go up and ask for his contact information, but none of them had the courage to do so.

The same subtitle was still displayed before him. With a thought, the subtitle disappeared.

This was something that suddenly appeared in front of him a week ago.

He transmigrated to this parallel world island nation more than ten years ago, and his body reverted to the state he had when he was five years old. Over the years, he has accepted the fact that he has no special abilities.

Now we finally have a cheat code, but this thing has a lot of problems.

He immediately claimed that he had transmigrated to a world of immortals and heroes, awakened the Heavenly Dao Sacred Body, and then gave him a top-level cultivation technique called the Great Dao Returning to Origin Technique, instructing him to cultivate it.

But this process isn't quite right.

He should first be transported to a cultivation world by an interdimensional teleporter, obtain a cheat ability, join a sect, meet a beautiful and charming master who is incredibly sweet, and have a cute junior sister who raids him every night, thus officially beginning his path to immortality.

Not only did they not take me with them through the time travel, but it also seems like there's some kind of cognitive bias involved.

I went shopping with my sister over the weekend, and the so-called "concealment techniques" we came across in the bookstore were actually just a fun picture book about weather.

The day before yesterday, I encountered a thief on the tram. The subtitles warned me that he was an evil cultivator. After handing him over to the police, I received a few spirit stones.

Actually, this is for the best. The cultivation world is too dangerous; modern cities are much more comfortable. As the only cultivator, once I reach a certain level of growth, I can truly be lawless.

Just as he was reflecting on his experiences over the past few days, a subtitle suddenly popped up in front of him.

[You discover an evil cultivator committing wicked deeds. As a disciple of a righteous sect, what will you choose...?]

Not far away, a man in a suit and leather shoes had the words "Evil Cultivator" prominently displayed in black ink above his head, written in a flowing, elegant script that was extremely eye-catching.

Han Chuanyou's lips curled up.

Great, finally the goods are back in stock. There are advantages to going out. I wonder what will happen this time.

He pushed through the crowded people and walked toward the men.

Ichiro Murata, just like his ordinary name, had average grades, average looks, and average presence from childhood to adulthood.

After entering the workforce, I naturally became an ordinary office worker.

Perhaps feeling suffocated by the monotony of daily life, and needing to inject some freshness into their lives, others might choose anime, games, or cultivate some decent hobbies to dispel loneliness.

But he found a completely different way to vent his frustrations.

That is, squeezing into crowded trams and specifically targeting women who look weak and vulnerable.

To this end, he even devoted himself to studying in online fan clubs for perverts and learned a lot of techniques.

For example, first observe the other person's temperament, preferably the type who looks like they wouldn't dare to make a sound, and then try to make physical contact using the swaying of the train.

Of course, he wouldn't dare touch someone too beautiful. Beautiful women naturally attract attention, and the risk is too great; he's not that bold.

Today, he stumbled upon the perfect target.

She has an average appearance and a weak and reserved temperament, making her easy to target.

With his body pressed against the girl's back, feeling her trembling body, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a twisted sense of satisfaction swelling in his chest.

Even someone as ordinary as him can have the power to take from others at will.

This sense of control was addictive to him, like a drug.

No need for a handsome appearance or outstanding abilities; all it takes is to reach out and transform an invisible person into the most terrifying nightmare in a certain girl's world.

After testing her and confirming that she wouldn't resist, he used his handbag as cover to slowly grab the girl's buttocks, his pupils gleaming with excitement and greed.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch, his wrist was gripped tightly by a strong hand.

"What are you doing? You scumbag."

"What...what did you say?! I'll sue you for defamation!"

Murata Ichiro was startled and immediately tried to deny his guilt and guilt by raising his voice even louder.

The girl who had been persecuted hurriedly retreated behind the boy, as if grasping at a straw.

"Whether it's defamation or not, go tell the police."

The boy gave him a cold glance, then turned to look at the girl behind him, his voice softening:

"Don't be afraid. You should bravely point out these kinds of perverts on the train. Did he do something to you just now?"

Still shaken and with a terrified expression, the girl looked at that handsome face, finally mustered her courage, nodded, and said tremblingly:

"Um...he...he kept rubbing his genitals against me..."

The surrounding passengers instantly looked at him as if he were a monster. The man's pupils contracted sharply, and a surge of shame almost overwhelmed him. He was filled with terror.

No... absolutely not... I can't let the police take me away.

If he gets caught, his life will be completely over.

The company will fire him, his colleagues will gossip about him, the rumors about him will spread throughout the neighborhood, his wife will leave him, everyone will know about his actions, and he will eventually become a pariah...

He cannot lose everything he has now.

Absolutely not.

"Let me go! This is slander!!"

He shook off Han Chuanyou's hand and turned to run into the crowd like a madman.

"Get out of my way!!"

Intimidated by his menacing demeanor, the crowd instinctively scattered and retreated, none of them wanting to get into trouble.

However, at the end of the carriage, behind the crowd she had avoided, another cute girl in a school uniform seemed to have just realized that something was wrong.

Seeing the man rushing towards her, the girl stood frozen in place, with nowhere to escape.

Just as he was about to be violently pushed aside, Han Chuanyou appeared behind him and grabbed his arm.

He lowered his waist and, using his shoulder, executed a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the man hard to the ground.

With a "bang".

The man's vision went black, and he felt as if his internal organs had shifted. The hearts of the onlookers around him also trembled, completely unexpected that this seemingly weak boy would possess such ferocious strength.

To prevent him from escaping again, Han Chuanyou knelt on his neck.

"Let me go, I can't breathe..."

Ignoring everything else, Han Chuanyou looked up at the girl who had almost been bumped into and smiled gently.

"Are you alright? If possible, could you please call the police for me?"

The girl was stunned by his charming smile for a while. Suddenly, she came to her senses, blushed at her earlier lapse in composure, and nodded quickly.

"Good... good!"

Han Chuan You then noticed that the girl was wearing Qing Chuan's school uniform, and that she was from the same school as him.

The tram slowly pulled into the next station.

Han Chuanyou led the man off the train, accompanied by the cute girl who had called the police, and the victim himself.

With witnesses identifying him and surveillance cameras in the carriage, the man initially tried to struggle and deny it, but in the end, he completely bowed his head in the face of irrefutable evidence and was taken away by the police with a deathly pale face.

[Upright Conduct: You have seized 3 Qi Gathering Pills (Low-grade Yellow Rank) from the evil cultivator]

Qi Gathering Pill? Han Chuanyou was stunned for a moment.

The next second, a warm, smooth bottled object suddenly appeared in my palm.

Chapter 2 Introductory Resources, Storage Ring

Silently putting the small jade bottle in his pocket, Han Chuanyou declined the victim girl's request for her contact information, and the girl could only leave disappointed.

The female students from the same school who stayed behind did not rush to leave, but bowed solemnly to him.

"Um... thank you so much, otherwise I don't know what would have happened."

The girl in front of me had shoulder-length short hair, delicate features, a pure temperament, and a pair of very bright eyes, which easily reminded me of the cute girls in Kyoto Animation animations.