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

Stimulated by the lightning tribulation, his blood flowed faster, each cycle carrying away impurities from his body. The spiritual liquid in his dantian also increased during the tempering of the lightning tribulation, growing from a single drop to a pool, its color becoming increasingly rich.

Han Chuan You also understood the meaning of this lightning tribulation; it was practically there to temper his body.

Dear Mother of Heaven, I deeply respect and love your teeth!!

Han Chuanyou stood on the sea, his clothes already tattered from being struck by lightning, his body emitting blue smoke, but he seemed to grow more spirited with each strike.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter on the sea. His laughter was swallowed by the thunder, but it couldn't hide the joy in his heart.

Just then, the final lightning bolt struck, a thick, purple-gold pillar of lightning engulfing him completely.

After the lightning dissipated, Han Chuanyou, his body charred black, stood on the reef, somewhat dazed from being struck.

When he opened his eyes again, the spiritual light emanating from them was almost tangible, and the spiritual liquid in his dantian had gathered into a small pool, with the concentration of spiritual power many times greater than that of the Qi Refining stage.

The foundation-building stage is complete!

Chapter 161 Support Groups and Opponent Alliances

Han Chuanyou's spiritual energy surged, and the charred and tattered clothes on his body, which had been struck by lightning, were instantly shaken apart.

He summoned the shadow, and a black yukata automatically draped over his body.

He raised his hand to examine it. His skin tone hadn't changed much, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his skin was much smoother and exuded an extraordinary aura.

Clenching my fist, I felt my whole body filled with power. Looking inward, my bones and muscles became extremely tight, faintly radiating spiritual light.

He summoned Qingling and slashed at his own arm. Qingling, which could cut through ordinary iron, only left a white mark on his arm.

Now, even without using spiritual energy to block, ordinary bullets should not be able to penetrate his defenses. With spiritual energy protecting his body, he can probably withstand even missiles.

He felt a great sense of security.

I can be even more carefree in the future.

He tried to extend his divine sense, and everything within a radius of about 1,500 meters around him was clearly displayed in front of him. After breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, his divine sense expanded tenfold, and he smiled, quite satisfied.

Next, we tested the power of the maximum attack.

He gripped Qingling with both hands, pouring his spiritual power into it wildly. The azure light emanating from the blade grew ever stronger, revealing its sharp edge.

Cutting the Water Flow, Seventh Form: Waterfall Slash!

He slashed diagonally, and a cyan blade aura about twenty meters long roared out, tearing through the air with unstoppable force, fiercely slashing towards the dark sea surface.

"boom!!"

The sea was cleaved open by the blade's energy, revealing a deep crack. Giant waves nearly a hundred meters high surged up from both sides, and for a moment, water mist filled the air.

Han Chuanyou raised his spiritual energy to isolate the water mist.

Seeing the result, he breathed a sigh of relief. This one strike could probably slice a tall building in half.

Very good. With my own abilities, I can confidently say that I no longer eat beef.

Suddenly, Han Chuanyou realized something and vanished from the spot in a flash.

Once inside the room, he had a thought, and the shadowy figure on his body disappeared. He then quickly crawled into bed.

Just as she lay down, Han Chuan Meiyue opened the door and walked in. The light from the corridor cast a shadow on the floor, and because of the backlighting, Meiyue's alluring figure could be seen through her thin nightgown.

All I can say is that a vacuum needle won't prick you.

Han Chuan You thought to himself, "That was close! Mizuki? What happened?"

"Still not asleep? Come over and close the window for you."

Han Chuan Meiyue walked to the window and closed the half-open window, leaving only a crack for ventilation.

"Did you hear thunder just now? It was so loud."

"heard it."

It might even be related to myself.

Han Chuan Meiyue closed the window, turned around, and saw that his shoulders were bare. She pulled the blanket down a little, revealing his bare chest.

She suddenly felt that Han Chuanyou's skin seemed much smoother and more delicate, and couldn't help but pinch his chest.

"Mizuki, you're a scoundrel."

Han Chuan You lifted the blanket and pretended to have been groped.

"Get lost, where are your pajamas?"

"I heard that sleeping naked is good for your health, so I'm going to sleep without clothes. You can try it too, Mizuki. Shall we sleep together tonight?"

Han Chuanyou pulled her onto himself with a little force and hugged her slender waist.

"I don't want to. You'll probably just barge into my room every morning and go to sleep by yourself."

Han Chuan Meiyue pinched his waist, signaling him to let go, and then straightened up.

If she really agreed, she'd probably be up until two or three in the morning before she could sleep. She'd gotten a direct feel for this brat's abilities lately.

She glanced at his exposed skin again: "Have you been secretly using my skincare products lately?"

"I applied a little bit occasionally, how was it? Did it work? Do I look more handsome now?"

"Show-off." Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes at him. "Go to sleep early."

The door was closed again, and Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief.

It was thrilling and exciting.

In the morning, on the swaying tram, a boy with earphones in his ears listened to music, his otherworldly demeanor attracting the attention of many.

Han Chuanyou could sense that there were many more eyes on him than before.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Such a handsome self, and the identity of the Grim Reaper that needs to be temporarily hidden, is quite contradictory.

What he ever needed was not attention.

But there's no way around it; this is probably a common trait among handsome guys in Tokyo, destined to take an unconventional path.

His troubled expression made the women around him who were secretly watching him think too much.

Even such a handsome young man has his troubles? I feel sorry for him.

During his morning exercise, the minister would occasionally glance at his own face.

Helpless, Han Chuanyou tapped her head with the bamboo sword in his hand.

"I'm daydreaming. Why are you staring at me like that today? Am I really that handsome?"

"Hanchuan-kun looks so handsome today!!"

"Yes, have you been taking special care of your skin lately?"

A blush rose on Yagyu Genon's cheeks after she put on her mask. Before she could answer, the other members, especially the female members, who were training around her, chimed in, and even some male members joined in the fun.

"I know I'm handsome," Han Chuanyou said, carrying his bamboo sword. "But I like hearing you say that."

"Narcissist."

Yagyu Tsurune silently complained that the boy was so popular, and she felt a little jealous.

After training, the female members came up to him and asked why his skin was suddenly in such good condition, but he brushed them off by saying that he had been taking care of his skin recently.

Back in class, his changes caused another stir. After getting rid of the people, Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief.

Nakamura Taito turned around and slumped onto his desk, a resentful look on his face.

"Han Chuan, you really can't keep being so handsome. How are we ordinary guys supposed to live? I still want to experience a campus romance before I die."

Han Chuanyou leaned back in her chair, her hands behind her head: "There's nothing I can do. I'm naturally beautiful. But actually, I believe that some people still value inner qualities more than appearance."

Nakamura Taito's tone grew increasingly indignant: "But with you around, these girls have completely given up on their inner selves. Do you know that there's already a fan club for you at the school?"

"I know that."

Han Chuan You had previously found his fan club cards in his shoe cabinet, with his photo printed on them, which was honestly quite embarrassing.

"Do you know that the Han Chuan You Opponents Alliance was formed some time ago?"

"An opposition alliance?"

Hankawa Yu showed a puzzled expression.

"Of course, most of the people inside don't actually have any ill intentions towards you, but when they confessed their feelings to the girls, all of them said the same thing."

"What did you say?"

"They're all captivated by your charm and have completely lost interest in everyone else, that's pretty much it."

Nakamura Taito spoke slowly and deliberately, his eyes seemingly brimming with tears.

"Your existence has raised the expectations of all the girls in the school for their other half. Now there are dozens of participants, which is comparable to the size of your fan club. They even have exclusive identity cards, which shows how deeply you have hurt them."

"An ID card? What does it look like? They won't print an unflattering photo of me on it, will they?"

"No, this is what it looks like."

Nakamura Taito pulled a card out of his pocket. The back of the card was a proclamation against him, full of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), while the front contained his personal information, class, name, and number.

???

Looking at Nakamura Taito's prominent name, he was puzzled: "Wait, you really exist? And how come your name is on this?"

The mole was right beside me.

Nakamura Taito realized what was happening, his face stiffening: "What? Who put this card in my pocket?"

His face was full of loyalty: "I've infiltrated the enemy's ranks, Han Chuan. Trust me, I'm absolutely loyal to you."

"And what about number 001? You're the mole, acting like the boss, aren't you?"

The leader of the anti-fans turned out to be his good brother.

Han Chuanyou pointed to the number in the corner of the card, heartbroken:

"I've misplaced my trust, Nakamura. You've disappointed me greatly."

Nakamura Taito said matter-of-factly, "Haters are fans too. I didn't mean to, but those people are just too enthusiastic. They've really caused me a lot of trouble."

After the laughter and chatter, it was time for morning reading.

Han Chuanyou took out his English book and flipped through it. He didn't pay much attention to this kind of school organization that was full of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) vibes and mostly for fun.

It's perfectly normal for a handsome guy from Tokyo to have some controversies.

The last class of the morning has ended.

Han Chuan You received a message in advance that Miss Kujou wanted him to go to the lounge to find her.

After saying goodbye to the minister and the others, I took out a bento box from the drawer and got up to walk towards the lounge.

Kujou Kitsune was already waiting for him at the dining table. Sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on her, making the girl seem to glow.

The dishes on the table were as plentiful as ever, and the mouthwatering aroma filled the air as soon as you entered.

Seeing him approach, the young woman gracefully gestured for a seat next to her: "Sit."

As he sat down, Kujou Kitsune suddenly leaned closer, her beautiful eyes fixed on the boy's face. She raised her hand to stroke his cheek, her fingertips pressing against his skin, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"He's become even more handsome."

"Isn't being handsome a good thing? What, has he captivated you?"

"Ah."

The girl nodded, her fingertips gliding across his neck, down to his chin, then away, and she resumed her elegant sitting posture.

"I do hope you're not too charming."

"I'm not charming enough to attract you."

Nine Fox Feathers smiled and shook her head, resting her chin on one hand. Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, were crossed under the table as she looked at him with her beautiful eyes: "No, because you are special to me."

"So alluring."

After spending time together, Han Chuan You realized that Kujo Kita never lied, at least not in front of him.

"Let's eat. After you eat, take a nap with me."

"Have I become your male servant for sleeping with?"