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

A hundredfold forging in the palm, rise!

He clenched his fists, and a ball of pale blue spiritual energy condensed in his palms. The temperature was not intense, but it contained a kind of pure refining power.

The spiritual flames enveloped the gun barrel, softening the metal surface at a visible speed, giving it a dark red luster like lava.

He extracted the claw bones of the Soul-Eating Rat, ground them into an extremely fine powder with his spiritual power, and guided them with his qi, integrating them into the barrel wall and the inner wall of the gun barrel. Every bit of powder was precisely guided by spiritual power and evenly distributed, forming fine spiritual guiding patterns.

Immediately afterwards, he crushed the magic crystal with his spiritual power. The fragments melted in the spiritual flames, turning into a liquid crystal that shimmered with a dark purple luster, which was precisely embedded into the pre-reserved grooves on the gun body and grip.

The moment the magic crystal entered the slot, the entire gun shuddered violently, becoming exceptionally magnificent and mysterious, with ripples of purplish-blue spreading across its surface, as if it were breathing.

Han Chuanyou's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips traced patterns in the air, causing array patterns to condense and take shape.

He imprinted the array patterns one after another onto key parts such as the gun barrel, bolt, and spirit stone magazine.

With each line that fell, the gun trembled once, as if in silent response.

The moment the last array pattern fell, all the spiritual light suddenly receded, and the spear returned to silence, exuding a restrained yet dangerous aura.

Han Chuanyou withdrew his hand, the spiritual flame slowly extinguished, and the gun gradually cooled down.

Han Chuanyou's eyes lit up as he looked at the brand-new M24 in front of him.

He's absolutely stunning!

The M24 now boasts an extremely futuristic and cool design, with sharp lines on its body and purple crystal patterns made of magic crystals that resemble fine amethyst, exuding a dangerous yet mysterious aura.

Han Chuanyou fiddled with the gun, clearly quite fond of it; this gun skin would definitely sell like hotcakes in COD.

As for the power of this gun, Han Chuanyou was confident that it could reach the high-grade Yellow Rank, which would be no problem to deal with ordinary enemies, making it arguably the strongest individual weapon on Blue Star.

Moreover, he modified the muzzle, adding his own clever touches.

The spirit blasts launched are no longer of one type, but rather have two modes.

In one mode, the spiritual energy disperses upon firing, transforming into a dense barrage of bullets that sweeps across the front like a shotgun.

Although the damage is dispersed, it covers a very wide area, making it suitable for close-range suppression or dealing with multiple targets.

Another method is to condense all spiritual power into a tight spiritual energy projectile and shoot it straight out.

With its significantly increased penetration and doubled single-target damage, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator might not dare to take this hit head-on.

"Xiaoyou, come down for dinner!"

Mizuki's voice came from downstairs.

Han Chuan You put away the M24 and replied, "Coming!"

On the table.

There was only a small half bowl of rice in front of Han Chuan Meiyue. She ate a few bites and then stopped, staring at Han Chuan You with her beautiful eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

"Mizuki, why are you just watching me eat? You only eat a few bites yourself."

I'm not hungry.

Han Chuan Meiyue shook her head, put down her chopsticks, couldn't help but let out a burp, then rubbed her stomach, wondering what had happened. She had only eaten some fruit and drunk some...

Noticing Mizuki's actions, Han Chuan You's gaze gradually turned strange.

Could it be that the bodily fluids of cultivators can satisfy the hunger of mortals?

Thinking about it, it makes sense; the energy density is indeed high, so it's perfectly normal for Meiyue to be well-fed.

I just don't know if it has any special effects.

It's brimming with spiritual energy, so it's highly likely to be.

He smiled slightly and encouraged her, "Meiyue, everyone says this has beauty and skin-nourishing effects, so keep at it. Don't be too kind to your little brother."

Hanchuan Meiyue rolled her eyes at him:

"I've heard of it, but it's just some useless amino acids and proteins. You think you can fool me? Dream on."

Han Chuan You sighed: "As expected of a highly educated person, since you can't fool them, you can only resort to moral blackmail. Mei Yue, from now on, I'm entrusting my younger brother to you. As his older sister, you need to take responsibility for him."

Have some shame, get out of my way.

Mizuki Hanakawa still couldn't stand his shameless remarks.

How could I have raised such a pervert?

...After making the decision to bring salvation to the Middle East from the clutches of death.

Han Chuan You has been making various preparations for the Grim Reaper's Middle East plan for the past two days.

To create various useful talismans.

Examples include the mid-grade Yellow Rank Iron Armor Talisman, the mid-grade Yellow Rank Flame Burst Talisman, and various functional talismans such as the Swiftness Talisman and the Immobilization Talisman.

At the same time, he also used the Palm Hundred Forging technique to create a similar Death Mask, although it only had the protective function equivalent to a mid-grade Yellow Rank, but it was still sufficient.

Even if Death is at its lowest level, it is still a god-like existence to those people.

Of course, he didn't forget to look at the newly acquired Heaven-rank cultivation technique.

In the evening, Han Chuan You rested his head on Mei Yue's shoulder and read a book. It took him two days to finally finish reading "Sketchbook of Chikugawa".

The instant he memorized everything, an invisible ray of inspiration surged into his brow.

In an instant, the vast and profound techniques of the Cave Heaven Transformation Technique flooded into his mind.

Han Chuanyou closed his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly as he tried to process the flood of information.

As expected of a Heavenly Rank technique, its information content far surpasses that of previous spells.

After a long while, he finally let out a long breath, rubbed his throbbing temples, and then turned his head to rub against Meiyue's full breasts.

"I'm tired, Mizuki, rub my head."

"Are you feeling weak?" Meiyue put down the magazine in her hand, hugged his head, and gently pressed her fingertips against his temples, massaging them with just the right amount of pressure.

"How could that be?" Han Chuanyou squinted, enjoying her massage. "Meiyue, we need to have our own big villa with excellent privacy, where no one will ever bother us."

"Don't try to paint me a rosy picture." Mizuki chuckled softly. "I wouldn't even dare dream of earning ten million a year. You should get into Tokyo University first."

"Just wait and see."

Han Chuanyou's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

This technique has great potential; when cultivated to its final stage, one can actually possess a cave dwelling comparable in size to the entire Blue Star.

This is only at the Heavenly Rank? Perhaps Blue Star is indeed considered small in the eyes of cultivators.

……

Saturday.

At the invitation of Miss Kujo, Yuu Kanakawa got into the car parked outside.

"Yuka-nee, I didn't expect you to be the one to pick me up today."

Harada Yuka was still dressed in a maid outfit, looking fresh and lovely.

The maid nodded slightly, maintaining the proper etiquette for a maid: "Young Master Hanchuan, Hongye has work to do today."

Han Chuan You thought it wouldn't be good to go empty-handed, since the Kujo family mother and daughter seemed to have a sweet tooth.

He took out his phone, saw a snack shop on the navigation app that was on his way, and asked Yuka to stop the car.

Tsuruya Yoshinobu, an old shop established in 1803, has a lot of hype, but I wonder how the food tastes.

He went into the store and bought a selection of famous sweets and red bean rolls, which came to 10,000 yen. This might not be much for the Kujo family, but the thought was appreciated.

The female shop assistant handed him a gift bag and gave him a smile that went far beyond what one would expect from a salesperson: "Is there anything else you'd like, handsome?"

After thinking for a moment, Han Chuan You bought a summer-limited refreshing iced fruit drink.

As Han Chuanyou opened the car door and got in, he handed over a drink: "Yuxiang-nee, here, this is for you after all the trouble you went to make this trip."

"Thank you, Young Master Han Chuan."

Harada Yuka accepted it with some surprise.

As expected, the young lady's choice of a person is never wrong.

As the car drove to Chiyoda, the spacious mansion impressed Yu Hanchuan, even though he had been there before.

Following Yuka's graceful steps, they entered the inner courtyard.

"Young Master Han Chuan, Miss is waiting for you in her room, so please excuse me."

"Ah."

Hankawa Yu nodded.

Actually, when visiting someone's home, you should usually greet the parents first. He looked around but didn't see Aunt Maki, so he didn't ask any questions and opened the young lady's door.

The interior was decorated as always, exuding a unique fragrance that belonged to a young girl.

Han Chuanyou placed the gift bag in his hand on the solid wood table and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in the corner of the room.

"Who?"

A slightly languid voice came from inside.

Taking a shower in broad daylight?

Han Chuanyou raised an eyebrow and replied, "It's me."

"Come in."

Chapter 216 Maki's Mother's Discovery

"Me? Go in?"

Hankawa Yu couldn't believe it.

"Afraid that I will eat you?"

You can imagine the girl's alluring smile just from that voice.

"That would be perfect."

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Chuanyou opened the bathroom door and went inside.

On the Japanese-style screen was painted a light ink painting of mountains and birds. Amidst the rising steam, he saw a bathtub in the corner of the bathroom.

Behind the screen, the shadows swayed gracefully under the lamplight, making one want to explore further.

A moment later, a smooth, slender leg slowly emerged from behind the screen.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of nine fox feathers appeared, with wet hair piled up behind her head, revealing a snow-white and slender neck, and her cheeks full of moisture looking delicate and beautiful.

Water droplets slid down her collarbone and disappeared on her chest wrapped in a bath towel, making one want to savor the taste.

Nine Fox Feathers stepped forward, her fingertips resting on the edge of the towel in front of her. She slightly raised her eyelids and saw his gaze lingering on her body, a captivating smile playing on his lips.

"Really want to see it?"

"I don't really want to see it."

Han Chuanyou remained unfazed.

"Ha, you're just saying one thing and meaning another."

Nine fox feathers chuckled softly, their eyes sparkling. They stepped forward, bringing with them a fragrant scent, and with their fingertips they lifted his chin, their breath sweet as orchids.

"Then tell me, between me and Xianyin, who has a better figure? If you answer correctly, I might show you."

Upon hearing this, Han Chuanyou seriously examined the silhouette behind the bath towel, and even patted her back.

"To be honest... you do have a slight edge in terms of fullness." He paused, then added, "But in terms of legs, Xianyin is a bit better."

The young lady's legs are indeed beautiful, soft and easy to squeeze.

However, Yagyu Genon's legs appeared even straighter and longer, with perfect proportions, and coupled with her cool and aloof temperament, she had an even more graceful and elegant air about her.

"Tch..." Kujou Kitsune curled her lip, but wasn't really angry. "If the chest wins, then the game is more than half won."

She gazed at him, a subtle, enigmatic smile in her eyes.

With a slender hand, she easily loosened the towel, which then slipped off.

A breathtaking view unfolded before Han Chuan You's eyes.

She squinted, a faint blush rising from her ears, and gestured with her chin toward a corner of the dressing room: "The clothes are over there, bring them over and help me put them on."