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

A sudden realization dawned on her.

So what if my parents are divorced? I have a long life ahead of me, my friends are waiting for me to go back to school, and there are still many people who care about me.

The Grim Reaper before him was one of them, who actually saved someone as insignificant as himself, just like a god descending to earth.

It would be too pathetic to leave this world like this.

Han Chuanyou was about to leave when he said, "Alright, go call your parents. I believe they care about you more than you think."

Han Chuanyou couldn't help but sigh, "Kids these days are so bad at handling setbacks."

Suddenly he realized that he was a child himself.

Tomomi Uchida nodded emphatically, hope rekindling in her eyes: "Yes!"

The two went downstairs together.

Seeing Hanchuan Yu turn around and walk away, Uchida Tomomi put her hands to her mouth and shouted loudly:

"Lord Death, thank you. I don't plan to die anymore. I want to be like you, helping more people and making my life more fulfilling!"

"I believe you!"

Han Chuanyou waved his hand behind her back, a smile playing on his lips.

Saving a person brings far more pleasure than killing one.

He turned into a small alley, his body slowly sinking down and disappearing from the spot.

[You have slain an avatar of a demon and obtained the following loot: 100 mid-grade spirit stones and a high-grade Xuan-level spell jade slip: Hundred Refinements in the Palm]

With a bountiful harvest, Han Chuanyou nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that as cultivation level increases, so does the reward.

"Forging a hundred times in the palm of your hand?" That sounds like some kind of weapon-forging technique.

"Mizuki, I'm back!"

Han Chuanyou opened the door to find the living room empty. He scanned the entire house with his divine sense but couldn't find Meiyue either.

He took his phone out of his storage ring and saw that she had sent him a message around 10:00 AM.

[Mizuki: I've made plans to go shopping with a friend. You'll have to take care of lunch yourself.]

[You good-for-nothing Meiyue, leaving your dear brother out to fool around! If you're not back by five o'clock, you just wait and see!]

Unaware of his dissatisfaction, Han Chuan You typed out his discontent in a message, which earned him a rolling-eyes emoji from Mei Yue.

I'm all alone at home now...

Perfect timing, now I can finally let loose and be myself.

He lay down on the sofa, took out the magic jade slip, and stuck it to his forehead.

Information about the "Hundred Refinements in the Palm" technique flowed into my mind like a gentle stream.

Han Chuanyou closed his eyes to process the information for a moment, then opened them with a hint of surprise.

Forging weapons with bare hands is quite extraordinary.

The so-called bare-handed weapon crafting refers to the process of shaping, melting, engraving, and tempering an object without the aid of a furnace, forging table, or other external objects, relying solely on one's own spiritual power, divine sense, and special techniques.

These types of cultivation techniques typically require extremely high levels of self-control, spiritual strength, and spiritual purity from the cultivator, making them unsuitable for ordinary cultivators.

But Hanchuan You is quite confident in himself.

His cultivation was quite solid. After being tempered by the lightning tribulation, both the purity of his spiritual power and his control over his divine sense and spiritual power had reached an excellent level.

What Han Chuanyou found particularly interesting was the underlying logic of this technique.

It not only includes various weapon-refining techniques, but also a way of understanding weapon-refining, using repeated forging of objects to comprehend the fundamental laws governing the formation of all things.

How can materials work together to allow spiritual energy to flow more smoothly? How can structures better bear loads? How can various spiritual patterns resonate?

With a thought, he communicated with several of his commonly used magical artifacts.

The structure of the Azure Spirit's blade, the layout of the Shadow Robe's spirit patterns, and the teleportation logic of the Star-Pulling Lock...

The internal details of these magical artifacts become clearer and more understandable within the logical framework of being forged in the palm of one's hand.

He seemed to understand something and suddenly wanted to try it out.

He raised his hand, and a pistol appeared in his hand. Then he took out the unused demon beast blood essence, demon crystal powder and a few spirit stones from his storage ring and placed them on the table.

Immediately, he activated the Hundred Forging Techniques in His Palm.

A burst of scorching spiritual energy surged from his palm, enveloping the entire gun.

He probed into the gun's interior with his divine sense, peeling away, disassembling, and laying out each of its components one by one.

He first removed the original gunpowder firing mechanism, reshaped the magazine, and transformed it into a spirit storage slot that could be embedded with spirit stones. He then used the essence blood of demonic beasts to outline intricate spirit-guiding patterns on the inner side of the slot.

Forging was far more complex than he had imagined.

Each step requires the synchronized operation of divine sense and spiritual power; the slightest distraction will lead to failure.

He concentrated all his attention, but in the end he still couldn't keep his composure.

"boom!"

After a muffled thud, the pistol in his palm trembled, its metal surface cracked rapidly, and it eventually turned into a twisted lump of scrap metal.

He sighed and stared at the lump of scrap metal for a while.

That's a bit difficult.

But it's not impossible.

He took out another pistol, took a deep breath, and slowed down his pace. This time, he no longer pursued speed and waited until the spirit runes were completely stable before starting the next step.

After an unknown amount of time, when he finally let out a long sigh of relief and withdrew his spiritual power, the pistol in his palm was completely renewed.

The gun's surface is covered with a light matte finish, and it's slightly heavier than before, giving it a unique sense of solidity.

The handle was slightly warm, and the slot where the spirit stone was embedded looked quite exquisite.

He examined the magazine slots and tried to insert a low-grade spirit stone into them.

The gun shuddered as it closed, as if it had been awakened.

He didn't know how powerful it was, but according to his estimation, this gun was at least at the level of a low to mid-grade Yellow-rank magic weapon.

Han Chuan You has a craftsman's spirit and plans to use himself as an experiment.

He stood up, raised his spiritual energy shield, aimed his gun at his shoulder, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The gunshot was much quieter than a normal handgun, and even somewhat resembled the sound effect of a laser gun in a science fiction movie.

A solid spiritual energy bullet shot out from the muzzle, traveling at extremely high speed, leaving a thin streak in the air before striking the spiritual energy shield directly.

The shield surface dented slightly, then bounced back, the aura blast shattered into tiny specks of light, and finally vanished without a trace.

He estimated the power to be roughly equivalent to a standard strike from a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

not bad.

Han Chuanyou weighed the gun in his hand with satisfaction, feeling the level of spiritual energy consumption within the spirit stone. One low-grade spirit stone could fire about ten shots.

Chapter 196 A Fierce Attack on the Dam by Mizuki

Han Chuan You continued to play with it for a while longer.

Limited by the materials available, this was the extent to which he could modify the gun.

Combining his understanding of general formations and the details of weapon crafting, modifying existing molds was relatively easy for him.

However, it would be quite difficult for him to design something from scratch himself, and we'll have to wait until we have more materials for refining weapons.

The pistol twirled nimbly in his hand.

This small magical artifact is not very useful to him, but it would be a powerful weapon in the hands of an ordinary person. A small spiritual energy bullet could easily break through the armor of an armored vehicle.

Its power is comparable to that of large-caliber anti-materiel weapons, but its recoil is almost non-existent, completely overturning the existing weapon system. It would be very suitable for self-defense for my subordinates in the future.

With a thought, Han Chuanyou's spirit bullet gun disappeared from his hand.

However, if such a weapon were to appear in the world, it would likely cause a great sensation.

Han Chuan You bought a bento box at the convenience store for a quick lunch and began her daily routine of staying home all by herself.

One person has their own fun, and two people have their own way of having fun.

Of course, he was referring to playing video games.

"Xiao You, come and welcome your queen home!"

Han Chuanyou was launching a fierce attack on the dam, holding his own against three opponents with full gear, completely ignoring Mizuki's voice downstairs asking him to go and meet her.

Your Majesty can answer later; once the Heart of Africa in your bag is gone, it's truly gone.

Han Chuan Meiyue carried shopping bags upstairs. A flowing black dress accentuated her slender figure, and her fair arms complemented the fabric perfectly, adding a touch of sexiness.

As soon as I opened the door, I could hear the sounds of a fierce gunfight inside.

"What have you been doing all day? All you do is play games."

Han Chuan Mei Yue stood behind him, looking at the computer screen, without disturbing him.

She never really controlled Han Chuanyou's gaming. In her opinion, it was better to stay home and play games than to go out and fool around and end up with bad habits.

There's nothing wrong with boys liking to play games; everyone needs a few hobbies.

As for the fact that people like to play with her now, she can only optimistically think that at least it's better than playing with other disreputable women.

"I wanted to play with Mizuki, but you weren't here."

Han Chuanyou answered while frantically pulling his gun.

He set the mouse sensitivity to a very high level, constantly switching between different screens, and precisely aimed the crosshair at the heads of the opponents behind cover, with his hand barely moving.

His current control over his body is like that of a fish in water in this kind of game.

He finished off one of the fallen players and then quickly recovered and applied medication.

"Tune in a bit."

Han Chuan Mei Yue raised her hand and tapped his head.

With his health fully restored, Han Chuan You threw out two flashbangs.

"Mizuki, watch this! It's going to be really cool!"

With a series of swift and decisive moves, Han Chuanyou eliminated the two and finished them off, finally managing to escape safely before turning around.

"So, isn't your brother handsome?"

"Wow, that's amazing." Han Chuan Mei Yue clasped her hands together and praised her in a cooperative manner, giving her plenty of emotional value.

"This is far too perfunctory."

"I don't understand it anyway." Han Chuan Mei Yue smiled, leaned down, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him affectionately on the cheek. "Is this alright?"

"Mizuki, you're a police officer, you're so good with guns, how can you not understand?"

Han Chuan You reached out and hooked his arm around Mei Yue's supple waist, pulling her slightly towards himself.

Han Chuan Mei Yue felt a lightness in her body and in the blink of an eye, she was lying on his chest. Before she could even utter a coquettish sound, her lips were captured by the boy in front of her.

Taking a breath, Mizuki took the initiative to kiss him this time.

After they parted, a blush crept onto her delicate oval face, and her full lips, like cherries moistened by rain, glistened with a thin sheen.

Mizuki was already quite tall, so sitting on him meant she had to look down at him slightly.

"Mizuki, do whatever you want with me."

"cut!"

Han Chuan Meiyue looked down at him with disdain, then raised her head and swayed it, her hair brushing against his nose in the air, carrying a faint fragrance.

Then her fingertips landed on his shirt collar, unbuttoning it one button at a time. Her fingertips slipped along the seams of his shirt, and when they touched his chest, they brought a tingling, slightly itchy sensation.

Han Chuanyou narrowed his eyes, becoming a head taller than her once again.

Gradually, the game sound effects started playing again in the bedroom.