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

They came here to catch an underwear thief, but ended up running into this guy.

Han Chuanyou couldn't help but wonder if this was really someone from the Immortal Alliance. Of all things to steal, why did they have to steal a girl's personal clothing?

The dagger was gripped, and Peter was unable to move it at all. The blade did not cause any damage in the other's hand, and Peter's heart was filled with shock.

He was all too familiar with the mask before him; sure enough, death was in Qingchuan.

Han Chuan You didn't waste any words with him: "People from the East?"

As for the so-called Immortal Alliance, that was all he could think of.

Peter's pupils contracted sharply. How could this be? He had hidden his identity so well, yet it was so easily discovered.

What force is the Grim Reaper before us?

His eyes hardened. He had many secrets in his mind, and there was something strange about Death. He was no match for him, and he had no confidence that he could not pry anything out of Death's mouth.

Now that things have come to this, all we can do is...

His eyes were filled with despair as he tried to bite the cyanide capsule hidden inside his dentures, determined to keep his secret buried deep inside.

But he suddenly realized that he couldn't move at all, not even a simple action like clenching his teeth.

"They won't even give me a chance to die?" His heart sank to the bottom. What kind of method was this? It was simply unbelievable.

Peter realized that his actions had been too reckless, and that Death's power far exceeded their expectations.

"Don't be in such a hurry. I have no ill intentions. Submit to me and do my bidding. I am not interested in the real power behind you."

Han Chuanyou felt a sense of appreciation for the intelligent person in front of him.

"Don't...don't even think about it."

Despite his own mental fluctuations, he still possessed such strong perseverance, which earned Han Chuanyou's approving nod.

However, the human body has its limits, and Han Chuanyou didn't want to force him or destroy his mind. He had another method.

With a thought, he spread out his divine sense.

Immediately afterwards, a moving scene suddenly appeared before Peter's eyes: all the changes and transformations of his homeland from ancient times to the present day were displayed before him.

From the rise and fall of each dynasty to the century of humiliation in modern times, and then to the modern era of rapid development.

Then, the scene changed, and the future unfolded before his eyes. Technology was advancing by leaps and bounds, cyberpunk-like cities rose from the ground, high-speed trains shuttled across the vast land, and spaceships sailed into the stars.

The red color spread outwards from the east, first to neighboring countries, then to other continents, and finally, the whole world was submerged in a sea of ​​red, with red flags planted everywhere. In the end, the spaceship, carrying the red flags, sailed into the vast universe, presenting a magnificent picture of spreading the red light to every corner of the cosmos.

Han Chuan You is very good at making grand promises, and of course, his own Earth should be built in that direction—that's the superiority of the system.

"Isn't this a beautiful sight?"

"Yes...it's so beautiful..."

Peter's eyes had become moist without him realizing it. He exclaimed in admiration as if he were in that red ocean, with warm sunshine and red flags fluttering in the wind.

"Then join me, comrade."

Han Chuanyou's voice carried a hint of seduction.

“I need your help. I will only share intelligence with you and will not let you do anything that would harm your beliefs. I promise that I will never interfere with the forces behind you.”

Peter remained silent for a long time; suddenly, he couldn't bear to die.

Faced with that magnificent sight, death suddenly became meaningless.

Will I ever see that sight in my lifetime? His eyes were filled with longing.

The Grim Reaper's identity is very strange, but he calls me comrade! What a wonderful title! It really hits the nail on the head.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

He finally spoke.

"Relax your mind."

Han Chuanyou felt the time was right. He raised his hand, and a faint golden light emanated from his palm.

The Tian Ce mark was imprinted deep within Peter's consciousness, and an invisible bond firmly connected the two of them.

He was already quite satisfied with having Hamabe Umi as his informant in the underworld, but now he has this unique candidate who can connect the two largest countries.

He also learned of Peter's identity from him.

It turned out to be the renowned CIA. From now on, this would be his eyes and ears in the CIA and even higher levels, a nail embedded in the heart of the enemy camp.

"Welcome to the team." Han Chuan You withdrew his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath the mask. "You'll thank yourself for your choice later."

Peter raised his hand and touched the invisible mark between his eyebrows, feeling the faint connection between his mind and Death, and remained silent for a long time.

This bizarre method stirred up a storm in his heart.

Is Death really a human?

What do I need to do?

He raised his head and quickly regained his composure.

There's no going back now.

"You don't need to do anything for now. Keep my identity a secret, and continue your work at the CIA." Han Chuanyou turned around. "I'll contact you when I need you."

“Wait,” Peter called out to him, “how do you know who I am? Who are you?”

Han Chuanyou didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand and waved it casually at him.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that from today onwards, I am here for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the edge of the rooftop.

Peter Nelson stared at the disappearing figure, remaining lost in thought for a long time.

Han Chuan You returned to the two women.

He stretched and sat down next to Yagyu Genon, looking at her with ill intent.

Yagyu Tsurune's eyes narrowed warily: "What do you want?"

"I'll accept today's lap pillow."

Without giving the girl a chance to refuse, he lay down directly.

Yagyu Genon looked down at him: "You bastard, who told you to lie down like that?"

"Didn't I say I'd take it all out on you? Is it not good to listen to you? Shut your mouth, I'm going to sleep."

The boy's cheek brushed against her stomach, making her stiffen for a moment, then her body went limp.

Han Chuan You was not simply sleeping.

Lying on a girl's lap for a nap, if all you think about is sleeping, it would be such a waste of her talent.

He felt the soft touch of the girl's thigh behind his head and the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and fell into deep thought.

It's surprising that this has attracted others to investigate Qingchuan. I really underestimated the methods of those professionals.

Although the other party may have gotten away with it by sheer luck, and even if they have indeed narrowed down the area, I still have countless ways to conceal my identity, I should still be more careful in the future.

He decided that in the next operation, he would release more smoke bombs to make sure that those people couldn't find his whereabouts.

At the same time, it also allowed Hamabe Umiho to release more false information to continue clearing herself of suspicion.

He didn't get enough of his youthful campus life.

Moreover, I must also strive to improve my cultivation level these days.

Once he reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, he'll be free to do as he pleases, and most methods will no longer be effective against him.

……

Next, Han Chuan You focused on his cultivation.

The spiritual energy within his dantian became increasingly condensed, as if it could transform from a gaseous state to a liquid state at any moment.

He could feel himself approaching a certain boundary step by step, the threshold that stood between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment.

It's coming, it's coming.

During dinner, Han Chuan Mei Yue glanced at him, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air: "Why do you look like you're constipated?"

Han Chuanyou tried hard to suppress the surging restlessness in his heart: "Don't talk nonsense. If I said I've been abstaining for too long, would you believe me?"

"You're kidding me."

Meiyue rolled her eyes. She herself sometimes felt as uncomfortable as this guy when she had been holding back for a long time. Besides, he had shamelessly rubbed against her leg and came once yesterday.

"Fine, don't believe me then."

Han Chuan You is in no mood to joke around with Mi Yue right now; he's about to burst!

Finally, night fell.

Han Chuanyou felt that she was now comparable to a pregnant woman about to give birth, even more anxious than giving birth.

Urgent!

Meiyue next door was already fast asleep. He sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the Foundation Establishment Pill from his storage ring. The pill was round and smooth, emitting a warm, light golden luster.

The Foundation Establishment stage was finally approaching. Without further hesitation, he put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

In an instant, a powerful spiritual force spread throughout his body, surging into his dantian like a flood bursting its banks.

Immediately afterwards, the gaseous spiritual energy that had been swollen and full in the dantian began to surge violently, as if it were being squeezed hard by a pair of invisible hands, constantly condensing, contracting, and compacting.

He gritted his teeth, activated the Great Dao Returning to Origin Technique, and guided this violent power to wash over his meridians again and again.

With each cycle, the spiritual energy becomes more concentrated, and the pressure deep within the dantian also increases.

Finally, the first drop of spiritual liquid formed at the bottom of the dantian.

It is crystal clear and emits a faint golden glow.

Instantly, Han Chuanyou felt completely refreshed, as if a long-blocked river channel had finally been cleared, and an indescribable sense of comfort spread from his dantian to his limbs and bones.

However, before he could even enjoy the pleasure, a peculiar sense of crisis descended from the sky.

He raised his head, his divine sense penetrating the rooftop, gazing at the night sky.

Above the clouds, a dark thundercloud had gathered at some unknown time, with faint arcs of electricity moving within it, radiating a faint yet chilling power.

Seriously? Only at the Foundation Establishment stage! Aren't I the favored son of Heaven? Why am I still facing a tribulation of lightning?

Han Chuanyou felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't have time to think about it.

His figure vanished from the room in an instant, and he summoned Cloud Shadow, fleeing swiftly towards the sea.

Who knows how powerful the lightning tribulation is? At the very least, it shouldn't strike down Mizuki or other innocent civilians as well.

As he moved, the arcs of electricity in the sky and the faint aura of power followed his direction, relentlessly pursuing him.

The cloud shadow flew at full speed, with the inky black sea beneath its feet and rolling thunderclouds overhead.

Finally, he found an island far from the mainland, put away his fairy boat, fearing that the lightning tribulation would damage the treasure.

Then, he looked up at the sky.

Mother of Heaven, come here!

In order to make a breakthrough, he even called out "Mom".

In the darkness, it seemed as if the will of Heaven had answered.

Immediately afterwards, the first lightning bolt struck down.

The first strike was weaker; the silvery-white arc of electricity was only as thick as a finger and landed on his head.

There was no excruciating pain as expected, only a tingling sensation that spread from the top of my head throughout my body. Electric currents jumped on my skin, drilled into my pores, and penetrated inward along my meridians. Wherever they passed, my muscles felt a little hot, and my bones made a soft crackling sound.

"That's it?"

Han Chuanyou was somewhat surprised.

Then came the second, the third...

One lightning bolt after another struck down, their power increasing with each strike, but never exceeding the limits he could withstand.

The electric arc gradually changed from silvery-white to purple, and then from purple to a faint gold. Each bolt of lightning seemed to be tempering his body.

The skin becomes tougher in the lightning, the bones are repeatedly tempered, and the impurities on the surface are stripped away by the electric arc, revealing a jade-like texture.