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

She pulled his hand away: "You little pervert, take your hands off me first. What do you have to do with art and literature?"

"Food and sex are human nature. Who says that scholars have to be aloof? Even great writers have married a lot of wives."

Han Chuan You truly envied those literary giants in the island nation. Not only did they have high social status, but even a person with a physical disability would have people offering themselves to him. He had cheated on his wife more than fifty times in fifteen years of marriage, and his wife even felt that she had not fulfilled her responsibilities as a wife.

"So that's what you were waiting for. How many wives does our Han Chuan-kun plan to marry?"

"The number of people is not important; what matters is the ones you love. If I love someone, even if they are ugly, I will cherish them. If I don't love someone, even if they are beautiful, I will discard them like trash."

Han Chuanyou leaned over and kissed her, then pulled her hand to his heart.

"But I only have one sister, and she is also my favorite. You are my heart."

"So cheesy,"

The boy's heartbeat was strong and vigorous, and Han Chuan Meiyue felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She glared at him and pushed his face away.

Sometimes I really worry about your personal safety.

"A Bellflower" is quite long, with a full four hundred pages, but Han Chuanyou still finished reading it in two days. His strong mental power was enough to make him firmly imprint everything he saw in his mind.

Inside the room, Han Chuanyou leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, and tried his best to digest the relevant content of the Shadow Splitting Technique.

After a while, he opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.

He was very satisfied with the effect of this technique.

The Shadow Splitting Technique allows him to separate an independent black shadow clone from his own shadow. This clone has no independent consciousness and is essentially a shadow puppet that is completely under his control.

The clone can infiltrate the shadows and lurk, and can also move between shadows to do the dirty and tiring work that he doesn't want to do himself.

As for strength, the shadow clone only has one-tenth the physical strength of the original body. Because it has no spiritual energy circuits, it cannot use any spells. This is probably the limitation of Xuan-level spells.

One-tenth of the strength of the early Foundation Establishment stage is roughly equivalent to the strength of the late Qi Refining stage, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

But what appealed to him most was another attribute, because it required separating a strand of divine consciousness, so there was no distance limit between the clone and the main body.

This is what he values ​​most, meaning that the scope of his disruptive activities has greatly increased.

It can send shadow clones to neighboring countries, or even to Europe or America.

A thought struck him: the current chaotic situation in the Middle East actually made it more suitable for him to split up and act.

Han Chuanyou couldn't help but consider whether to use the Immortal Boat to send his shadow clone over there, to give those scum who harmed civilians a profound lesson.

Chapter 200 Shadow Clone, CIA Agent Peter's Plea for Help

Aunt Yako really gave me a great gift. She gave me a low-grade magic weapon before, and now she has such a practical spell.

Han Chuanyou didn't know how to repay her for a while.

I've made up my mind. From now on, I must treat her like my mother and be filial to her.

Pulling himself back to reality, he prepared to try to create a clone.

Han Chuanyou took a deep breath and got out of bed.

Following the incantation, he first focused his consciousness into his dantian, then slowly guided his spiritual energy along his meridians to the soles of his feet, carefully sensing the shadow beneath him.

The first step is TuoYing, which is also the most crucial step.

The spiritual consciousness flowed along the meridians to the soles of the feet, outlining a narrow, shadowy area beneath them.

Then came the real challenge.

Divide the divine consciousness.

He needed to cut a small, complete piece of his divine consciousness from his sea of ​​consciousness and integrate it into the shadow beneath his feet so that the shadow clone could be controlled as easily as an extension of his own arm.

Segmenting one's consciousness is a very slow process that cannot be taken lightly; otherwise, one might become mentally impaired.

He carefully separated a small portion of his consciousness, and felt a tearing pain, as if a thin needle had been inserted into his temple.

This was just the beginning, and it was even more difficult than he had imagined.

He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and stubbornly maintained his spiritual energy circulation, continuing to carefully divide his divine consciousness.

Having successfully separated his consciousness, he guided the portion of his divine sense into the shadow beneath his feet. As the divine sense was injected, he subtly established a connection with the shadow beneath his feet.

After the divine consciousness merges, what remains is essence and blood.

He bit his tongue, forcing out a drop of blood that was crystal clear and as red as agate.

As some of his essence and blood disappeared, his face turned paler.

Spiritual energy was activated, and drops of essence blood dripped into the shadow beneath his feet, then slowly merged with the shadow.

Then, the dark shadow beneath their feet seemed to come alive, wriggling slightly.

Success is almost here! A hint of joy appeared on his face.

The shadow began to lengthen, coalesce, and gradually detach from the ground, like a figure rising from the ground.

The outline gradually becomes clearer, with the limbs, torso, and head taking shape in sequence.

The entire process of creating a clone lasted for nearly two hours. By the time he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, the shadow in front of him had completely solidified.

That's really troublesome.

Han Chuanyou opened her eyes, her forehead glistening with tears.

The excruciating pain of his consciousness being torn apart almost caused him to lose control.

He took out a Spirit Gathering Pill from his storage ring and swallowed it. Then he took out a Soul Crystal to replenish the spiritual power that had been decomposed from his divine consciousness.

The mental energy slowly flowed into the sea of ​​consciousness, relieving the slight stinging sensation there.

He felt much better and took a breath.

But it was all worth it.

He looked at the shadow clone standing in front of him; its body was pitch black, and its appearance was unclear.

The shadow underfoot is still there, so there's no need to worry about it being too bizarre.

This technique can support a maximum of three clones.

In the early stages of Foundation Establishment, the total amount of divine consciousness is limited, and only one body can be separated. In the later stages of Foundation Establishment, one more body can be separated. When one reaches Core Formation, one can control three bodies simultaneously.

This one clone is enough for him for now.

With a slight movement of his consciousness, Han Chuanyou's shadow clone naturally walked towards him.

This feeling is different from manipulating paper puppets; it's more like playing a VR game, where the clone in front of you is the game character you're controlling.

He raised his hand to touch the shadow clone's body, and the solid feel of it was clear and strange.

Immediately afterwards, his mind stirred again, and the shadow clone disappeared instantly, merging with his own shadow, and finally slowly reappeared in the shadow beside the desk.

This shadow-disappearing technique is also very convenient, especially at night, while it has certain limitations during the day.

Han Chuan You nodded in satisfaction.

……

Shibuya Ward.

An old residential area bordering Nakano Ward.

The night was deep, the streetlights were sparse, and some were broken, leaving a dim halo on the ground. The alleys, big and small, crisscrossed and had many blind spots for surveillance, making them perfect places to hide.

"The car is over there!"

“Those Chinese agents can’t have gone far. They actually dared to come here. Tokyo is our CIA’s home turf.”

Three black sedans screeched to a halt at the alley entrance. The doors opened almost simultaneously, and more than ten Westerners dressed in black casual clothes filed out in quick succession.

Peter was among them.

He stood a little behind the group, his gaze sweeping over the abandoned car by the roadside, a barely perceptible hint of melancholy rising between his brows.

Recently, discussions about the Grim Reaper have gradually transformed from an urban legend into a key topic on the desks of intelligence agencies around the world.

The unknown forces behind Death, and their abilities that transcend common sense, whether it be the technology they possess or their cooperation with Death, have strategic value that many countries cannot ignore.

Whoever gets there first will gain a significant lead in military strength, and no one wants to gamble that others won't get it.

Recently, during a chance investigation, the CIA's Tokyo branch identified a safe house in Tokyo that was suspected to belong to Xia Guo.

With the cooperation of the Metropolitan Police Department, they staked out the area for quite some time and finally caught a team of Xia Guo special agents, then launched a planned operation to capture them.

The result was that one person was seriously injured, while the other two sustained minor injuries of varying degrees. They eventually escaped by car and ended up here.

It's certainly a good thing for America to have one less strong competitor.

As for win-win cooperation? Those in higher positions have never even considered it.

Peter looked at the dark alleyway entrance and saw his colleagues filing in, so he followed them.

During the chase, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

The Metropolitan Police Department personnel will be here soon.

An indescribable anxiety welled up inside him. Was he going to have to execute those comrades who shared the same ideals as him, just like last time?

He didn't want to do it again.

Recalling the scene, with his comrades lying at his feet covered in blood, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Perhaps, there is still a chance.

He tried to silently repeat in his heart:

Lord Death, are you there? I need your help.

Meanwhile, Han Chuan You had already manipulated his shadow clones to leave home.

The clone was completely different now, dressed in all black, with a spirit bullet gun on its left waist, Qingling on its right, a hoodie on its head, and the Shura Mask on its face. Its appearance was not much different from the Grim Reaper image it had always been.

He was immersed in this new body, his consciousness completely focused on it, as if he were walking through the night in a different husk.

His body blended into the shadow of the corner of the wall, then emerged from the eaves on the other side, his movements agile and fluid.

He darted back and forth through the alleyways, having a great time.

Just then, Peter's voice came to my mind.

Han Chuanyou stopped what he was doing and leaned into a shadowy spot.

What am I doing here?

A team of Xia Kingdom agents is being pursued by us. I hope Lord Death can help me save them...

Soon, Han Chuan You understood the whole story.

Have you received a game quest? Accept it!

I'm coming right now.

A hint of surprise flashed in Peter's eyes.

【OK! 】

Chapter 201 The Shadow Extermination Operation, Do You Also Want to Dance?

Han Chuanyou accelerated, speeding away in the direction he sensed Peter was, his figure constantly weaving through the shadows between buildings.

Inside the residential area, two young men were supporting an older man as they navigated the alleyways, turning left and right.

They walked quickly, but tried their best to keep their footsteps down, using the dim streetlights and the debris piled up along the street to conceal their figures.

"Damn it, Captain!" Zhou Qiang gasped for breath and cursed under his breath, "You almost died just now, do you know that? Why did you take that bullet for me? If I die, I die, but you still have a family."

On the other side, Huang Hao held Qin Lianhu's arm tightly, pursed his lips, and looked around warily.

Qin Lianhu, supported by the two men, was breathing rapidly, and a trace of blood foam spilled from the corner of his lips: "Don't...don't say such discouraging things."

He paused, gathered his strength, and then continued speaking.

“Those guys… they’re fucking close. If you let me go, you’ll still have a chance to escape… you’re still young.”

Huang Hao gripped his arm tightly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation:

"Impossible! The backup vehicle is right ahead, Captain, you better hold on, don't fall asleep! Your wife is waiting for you to come home."

"Stop fucking planting flags for me," Qin Lianhu said, trying to find some humor in his predicament, but the pain from his abdominal wound made him grimace. "...Stop shaking it, or I'll really go through with it."