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

It's fine to raise girls in a wealthy environment, but boys like him should also be raised in a wealthy environment, okay?

Of course, Meiyue didn't mistreat him financially either; if he really asked for money, she wouldn't be stingy.

Nakamura Taito wolfed down his food, then reached for a piece of beef on his plate with his chopsticks.

"Han Chuan, you really like Chinese food."

Not to be outdone, Han Chuanyou took a piece of lobster meat from his plate and said, "It's probably because I was from Xia Country in my past life."

As he spoke, he put the lobster meat into his mouth. This was the taste of money, delicious.

“That’s quite possible.” Nakamura Taito nodded. “Your height doesn’t seem like that of a Japanese person. I feel inferior standing next to you.”

Han Chuan You is already close to 1.8 meters tall, and in another year or two, he will definitely be 1.8 meters tall. Among the people of Japan today, he is truly outstanding.

"You're shorter than me, so there's no need to feel inferior."

"Go away, I'm not short either, okay?"

At 1.73 meters tall, Nakamura Taito is not considered short in Japan.

In recent decades, due to changes in diet and genetic improvements from intermarriage with white people, the height of young people has increased significantly. However, with the dilution of genes, the younger generation is showing signs of decline and has been far surpassed by its two neighboring countries.

This is probably the genetic lock of the islanders; in an environment of scarce resources, their height and body shape tend to evolve in a more energy-efficient direction.

As the two were chatting, a beautiful and elegant woman looked around, searching for a suitable place to eat, not far behind them.

The girl's appearance instantly attracted the attention of many people, but the students around her subconsciously kept their distance from her. Her natural aura of superiority was too overwhelming, as if stepping into her sphere of influence was a great desecration.

She glanced around the cafeteria, then suddenly noticed something, a meaningful smile curving her lips.

Then, she walked slowly in a certain direction.

May I sit here?

Hearing the sound, Han Chuanyou looked up, somewhat surprised.

It turned out to be the person he was torturing.

Nakamura Taito also looked over, and upon seeing her, a hint of apprehension seemed to flash in his eyes: "Miss Kujo, please have a seat. I'll go somewhere else."

Han Chuanyou saw him run away with the tray in a flash, as if he was very afraid of this girl, which made him even more puzzled.

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Kujou Kitsune did not sit in the seat that Nakamura Taito had just occupied. Instead, she held down her skirt and gracefully sat down opposite Hanakawa Yu.

"Sorry to bother you."

"No need to bother you, is there anything I can help you with?"

Han Chuanyou nodded without saying much, waiting for her reply. He wasn't so narcissistic as to think that it was his charm that attracted the girl in front of him.

"Han Chuan You, Han Chuan-kun, right? It's nothing, I just wanted to get to know you."

Kujou Kitsune smiled gracefully.

Suddenly, a woman dressed in traditional British maid's attire appeared, pushing a food cart and taking out one exquisite dish after another to place on the table.

Know yourself?

This so-called villain, destined to be her master, didn't even bother to find an opportunity to torture her; he just delivered himself right to her doorstep.

Han Chuan You felt it wasn't that simple.

"Although I know I am very charming, it is not a gentleman's thing to think of lewd things as soon as we meet."

Han Chuan You's pupils widened slightly in surprise.

Why does it seem like the other person knows what I'm thinking?

Noticing his expression, Kujou Kitsune smiled slyly, seemingly quite pleased.

"Want to know who I am? Let me introduce myself. I am Kujou Kitsune, the eldest daughter of the Kujou family."

Han Chuanyou is now completely certain that the person in front of him seems to be able to sense his thoughts for some reason.

"Can you tell what I'm thinking?"

"you guess."

Let him guess? Let's give it a try.

"In that case, what am I thinking about now?"

He stared at her, beginning to imagine how he would torture her later, the more lewd the better, such as using the Soul-Controlling Gu to control her body, and then using the Art of Manipulating Objects to manipulate the ropes... Various indescribable scenes played out in his mind.

He refused to believe it; how could someone possess such a strange ability when there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on their body?

The girl in front of him looked puzzled for a moment.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

"Of course I want to."

Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was not a true mind reader, but was extremely good at reading people and could deduce vague thoughts from micro-expressions and body language.

He was prepared for this wealthy and beautiful young woman to say something like, "You don't want others to know you're a cultivator, do you?" if she could really see through his secrets.

If he was threatened with this, he would have no choice but to marry her with tears in his eyes.

He simply didn't want others to know his identity as a cultivator.

"You want to marry me?"

The other person spoke again, his tone confident, with a slight smile on his lips, seemingly quite pleased with his charm.

Han Chuanyou narrowed his eyes.

What on earth is going on? She can't read the lewd thoughts about torture, but she's perfectly aware of those thoughts.

A guess came to mind.

Could it be that the content about cultivating immortality is hidden by heavenly secrets, just like in cultivation novels, while other thoughts unrelated to cultivation will be exposed to her?

This indicates a vulnerability.

He shrugged and said dismissively:

"It was just a random thought. After all, boys our age are all quite self-important. When we get back to the classroom, I'll spread the word that you like me."

"lie."

Tsk... It's really annoying to have your thoughts read.

He decided to test the waters one more time, silently repeating some rather offensive thoughts that would be enough to make the other person lose their composure.

When I went to the restroom with Nakamura Taito just now, my size made him completely speechless.

The girl in front of him didn't react.

It's not about her, so she can't sense it?

carry on.

Later, I'll use the Gu worm to control the other person, making them do calisthenics in the cafeteria and loudly say things like "I'm an idiot"...

The other party still didn't react.

Until he thought to himself:

Kujo is so pretty, she has a great figure, and her breasts are quite large. If she wore a bunny girl outfit and danced, it would be really cool...

A rare blush appeared on the girl's face.

She frowned, her tone turning cold: "Han Chuan, you're being a bit too vulgar."

Han Chuan You was completely relieved.

Sure enough, she couldn't read thoughts related to cultivating immortality; she could only intercept worldly thoughts about her.

This ability can be both powerful and useless.

However, it is indeed unsettling to have one's thoughts read by another.

"You're the despicable one who presumes to know what others are thinking."

"This is not something I can control, and you're the only person I can see," the girl said, sounding less like she was lying. "Otherwise, why do you think I came to find you?"

"Am I the only one?"

Hankawa Yu was stunned.

He finally understood why she was called the villain of destiny; it turned out she was only targeting him.

Chapter 14 The Cunning Young Lady

As the eldest daughter of the Kujo family, Kujo Kitsune is never short of insincere flattery.

From a young age, she was used to the smiles plastered on people's faces.

While he was saying flattering things, what he was really thinking about was the power and wealth of the Kujo family, or how to get something out of her.

She was so good at reading people's expressions that she didn't even need to guess; their thoughts were clearly written on their faces.

Greed, flattery, scheming, and jealousy are tiresome.

Until yesterday.

In the instant they brushed past each other in the corridor, she suddenly sensed the boy's thoughts beside her—vague, fragmented, yet unbelievably real.

There was no reverence for her status whatsoever; it was simply the most instinctive and straightforward thought of a teenage boy seeing a pretty girl.

Kujo Kitsune found it very interesting.

In a world where everyone wears a mask around her, there is actually one person who is completely unmasked in front of her.

Whether his thoughts were dirty or vulgar, at least they were real, which gave her a kind of surprise she had never experienced before.

However, although prying into other people's inner thoughts can greatly satisfy the human desire for voyeurism, as the eldest daughter of the Kujo family, she disdains doing such sneaky things.

Instead of eavesdropping in the shadows, it's better to openly tell the other person that you know what they're thinking.

“You actually have this ability,” Han Chuanyou said. “In that case, I think I need to stay away from you.”

"Is that so?" Kujou Kitsune rested her chin on her hand and smiled nonchalantly. "But I have an offer that will tempt you. How about becoming my advisor? You won't refuse the price offered by the Kujou family."

As for friends? They're a luxury for her.

But having been raised in a prestigious family, she never thought that such a thing was meaningful. From the moment she told him that she could read minds, he only felt wary and distant towards her.

Therefore, instead of painstakingly maintaining a relationship that is destined to break down, it is better to bind each other with mutual benefits.

Just like her and Hongye, their relationship seemed alright on the surface, but there was still a hierarchy between them.

Moreover, as the future heir of the Kujo family, what she needs is never friends, but helpers.

To succeed her mother in that position, she must cultivate a trustworthy team and win over talents from all sides. If this young man is used properly, he may become a useful pawn, a pawn that can be absolutely trusted.

"A staff member?" Han Chuanyou laughed. "Absolutely not."

A dignified cultivator like myself, becoming a subordinate of a mortal? It sounds absurd.

"How about one million yen a month?"

Han Chuan Youyi firmly refused, saying, "Absolutely not, I will never sell my body."

Two million.

"..."

"Still not enough? How about three million?"

As the pressure increased, Han Chuanyou felt like her body was no longer her own.

In an island nation, a recent graduate's monthly salary is only around 200,000 yen, so this is more than ten times that amount. Even in Tokyo, that's enough to live a very comfortable life.

Moreover, being this young lady's follower doesn't seem so difficult to accept when it comes to money.

After all, he still needed to torture her. Subversion is a fine tradition among the Japanese. Getting close to her first and then finding an opportunity to take the lead wasn't out of the question.

No.

He inwardly berated himself.

Han Chuan You, you are a person of principle. You have to do things if you take money. If you really become someone else's subordinate, how will you stand up straight in the future?

But... three million...