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

Pedestrians on the street screamed in fright at the sudden loud noise, and cars were shaken and their alarms went off continuously.

Some people dropped their shopping bags and crouched down, covering their heads; others pulled out their phones and tremblingly pressed the shutter button; and several young, daring individuals excitedly ran towards the direction of the explosion.

Han Chuanyou, who was not far away, was also startled by the noise. He squinted at the firelight that filled the sky.

Is it that powerful?

It looks like it could be compared to a small missile.

Looks like I'll have to be more careful with how I spend it in the future.

[You have wiped out a gathering of evil cultivators and obtained a high-grade Yellow-rank spell jade slip - Sweet Dew Technique, and 3 mid-grade Yellow-rank protective amulets]

Two more impressive-sounding spoils.

As Han Chuanyou hurried home, he took out a magic jade slip from his storage ring.

The name "Sweet Dew Technique" sounds like some kind of healing spell.

He pressed the jade slip to his forehead, and information flowed into his mind like a gentle stream. Soon, he had finished learning the Sweet Dew Technique.

It is indeed a healing spell. It can repair mild to moderate injuries in a short time by consuming spiritual energy, stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration, and also has a certain purifying effect on toxins.

While it's not exactly a miraculous skill that can bring someone back from the dead, it's enough for him now.

He then took out amulets from his storage ring. They were three small rectangular wooden plaques with special runes engraved on them.

Information about amulets flooded my mind.

It is a one-time consumable item. When worn, it will automatically generate a protective spiritual energy shield when encountering danger, which can withstand damage from Foundation Establishment stage and below, and lasts for ten minutes.

This is a good thing. Give one to Meiyue; that will ensure her safety. After all, no one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

The night breeze brushed against my cheek, carrying the faint sound of police sirens from Shinjuku. The building that had been razed to the ground by the exploding talisman was still burning, its flames illuminating half the sky.

Tonight, he left Tokyo with an unforgettable night.

Han Chuanyou raised his head and looked at the few stars in the night sky that were obscured by the city lights. The sound of police sirens wailed past his ears.

A slight smile played on his lips.

The feeling of doing things behind the scenes is so exhilarating; he's fallen in love with it.

Tokyo, your king of the night has been born.

Those filthy evil spirits hiding in the nooks and crannies, tremble before me!

……

In the morning, Han Chuan You opened his eyes, and since he no longer needed much sleep, he was waking up earlier and earlier each day.

Last night's murder didn't affect him at all; it seems his mental resilience has increased considerably since he started cultivating immortality.

Besides, the people I killed were all evil people, not even human, so naturally I felt no guilt.

In the bathroom, Han Chuanyou brushed his teeth while looking at the news on his phone.

As expected, the Stigmata Club massacre last night and the subsequent bombing at Kim Shin's office both became trending topics.

The most popular case is naturally the Stigmata Club case.

The main reason is that there are many eyewitnesses, and quite a few people he rescued from the club are embellishing his description of the so-called mysterious Grim Reaper on social media.

Invulnerability to blades and bullets, teleportation to kill...

He had no idea he was so incredibly talented.

The comments section was buzzing with excitement, with mostly positive reviews. Some said it was an urban legend coming true, descending upon the world to cleanse evil, while others said it was a secret American experiment, cultivating some kind of super soldier.

As for the bombing, it also generated a lot of discussion.

The entire building was razed to the ground, and the windows of the surrounding buildings were shattered. The power of the explosion was comparable to that of a small missile attack.

If the massacre at the Stigmata Club stirred humanity's instinctive curiosity about the unknown, then this bombing triggered panic.

The last time an explosion of this magnitude occurred in the heart of Tokyo was during World War II.

He was popping popcorn and grilling, eating and taking things away, and even adding two eggs—what a little glutton!

Rumors began circulating online that Shinjuku had been attacked by a missile from a neighboring country last night.

This claim went viral on social media, accompanied by photos and videos of the explosion site, leading many to believe it.

Those right-wing internet enthusiasts who usually clamor for a hardline war against neighboring countries have suddenly fallen silent, some even deleting posts and closing their accounts, disappearing faster than anyone else.

After all, if missiles can hit Shinjuku, they can certainly hit them too.

Han Chuan You couldn't help but sneer when he saw this.

If a missile were to hit them on the ground, these people would cower faster than turtles. Their usual rhetoric of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, of sacrificing themselves for the country, is nothing but cheap slogans typed out from behind a keyboard.

When faced with real weapons, they all became cowards.

To be honest, this is a bunch of social trash with low cognitive abilities. They just hide behind the screen and spout nonsense about restoring the glory of the empire. In reality, they are just good-for-nothings who are out of touch with society and dreaming of the future.

He spat out the foam from his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and wiped his face in front of the mirror.

Today was another peaceful day.

Thinking that there was nothing else to do, Han Chuanyou took the opportunity to check his storage ring and noticed the invisibility talisman in the corner of the space.

Where can this talisman be used?

For some reason, he thought of the women's bathhouse.

It's definitely not because it's perverted; what boy hasn't thought about it when he was a kid?

It's just unclear whether the invisibility effect applies to the clothes as well or only to the physical body.

Otherwise, if you want to hide, you have to take off your clothes in advance, and to avoid appearing naked in front of others, you have to calculate the time carefully, which is too troublesome, and you might even embarrass yourself.

To avoid problems next time he uses it, he plans to give it a try.

Although it's a one-time event, you can stop halfway through, so there's no need to worry about wasting it.

Thinking of this, Han Chuanyou took out an invisibility talisman and infused it with spiritual energy to activate it.

In an instant, my reflection in the mirror, along with my clothes, vanished without a trace.

Han Chuanyou raised his hand and looked at it. In his own eyes, his hand had become semi-transparent. When he looked in the mirror in front of him, all he could see was the wall behind him.

The results were pretty good, and he nodded in satisfaction, adding that he would have more ways to play the infiltration game in the future.

Of course, I don't mean sneaking into a pretty girl's room in the middle of the night.

As the experiment ended and he was about to deactivate his invisibility, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Han Chuan Meiyue walked in gracefully, carrying clothes in her arms. She yawned lazily, her thin pajamas slightly disheveled, her eyes still sleepy, and most of her fair skin exposed to the air.

no……

Han Chuanyou quickly stepped aside to avoid being bumped into. He had been so engrossed in his invisibility that he hadn't had time to break free. Now look what happened.

The door was already closed, so there was no way to get out.

Now that things have come to this, all he can do is pray that Mizuki will finish quickly and keep his eyes wide open.

Han Chuan Meiyue smoothed her ink-black hair behind her. A strand of hair brushed against Han Chuan You's nose, carrying the fresh scent of shampoo, which almost made him sneeze.

Meiyue lifted the hem of her dress with both hands, her movements natural, and the fabric slowly rolled up, revealing a section of her fair, almost reflective abdomen, flat and firm, her skin glowing with a porcelain-like luster in the morning light.

As your gaze follows the waistline upwards, the curves on both sides converge like crescent moons, outlining a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand.

Then...

It was so big and white; he had never seen such a complete moon before.

After an unknown amount of time, seeing him again with my own eyes, Han Chuanyou felt that he had matured a bit, and his trembling figure made people dizzy.

Han Chuan Mei Yue suddenly bent down to change her lower body clothes.

The sudden visual shock was exhilarating, and he instinctively leaned back.

As Mizuki moves, the view shifts downwards, revealing her waistband and, as her clothes are removed, her rounded lines are as full as a peach. Her thighs are plump and full, with soft and smooth lines that shimmer with a gentle glow under the light.

Ok……

Today's design is black lace, and the shape in the middle is simply perfect.

Watching this so early in the morning is really unbearable.

This kind of spying is quite different from openly appreciating something.

Han Chuanyu finally understands why the invisibility plot in hentai anime is so popular.

Chapter 29: Meiyue's Family Education (Please continue reading! Here's one chapter for now)

Mizuki finally finished changing her clothes, and Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief.

This rare scenery is beautiful, but it's too much of a test of willpower. His twisted soul almost broke free of his body and attacked directly.

Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself in the end.

Even a straightforward, morally upright, and sunny young man like myself almost succumbed to this power, which shows that the plots in adult anime are still too conservative.

After Meiyue finished washing up and opened the door to walk out of the bathroom, Han Chuanyou listened to the sounds outside.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, he guessed that Mizuki had completely left before carefully opening the door and stepping out.

In the living room, Han Chuan Mei Yue was opening the refrigerator to get ingredients for breakfast. Seeing him come over, she asked curiously:

Why are you up so early today?

Han Chuan You bent slightly and said, "I just want to get up early to see Mizuki."

"Grumpy."

Han Chuan Mei Yue took out bread slices and eggs, and glanced at him again.

“A man shouldn’t be hunched over. Stand up straight. That shows no manliness.”

"What does it mean to lack masculinity?"

Han Chuanyou felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this.

It's all because Meiyue is too tempting; she stirred up his anger early this morning, and it hasn't subsided yet.

You think you're manly? Well then, I'll show you what real manliness is.

He stood up straight, the spirited young man at attention.

Walking confidently and imposingly before her, Han Chuanyou adopted an extremely serious demeanor, patting his chest and solemnly declaring:

"Big sister, do you need my help with breakfast? Please let me know."

Han Chuan Meiyue glanced down at the particularly conspicuous guy, inwardly cursing, her cheeks slightly flushed. She felt that the boy in front of her was brimming with an overpowering aura of hormones.

It evokes images of the South African savanna in springtime.

Oh no, it feels like I want to mate.

Her legs were slightly together beneath her skirt.

"Why aren't you saying anything, Mizuki?"

Han Chuanyou moved even closer, transforming into Zhao Zilong of Changshan.

"Get out of here!"

Being held at gunpoint by a police officer was an utter disgrace. Han Chuan Meiyue could no longer bear it. She pushed him away, picked up the ingredients, and turned to walk towards the kitchen, almost as if she were fleeing in panic.

Han Chuanyou helped close the refrigerator door, rested his hand on the refrigerator, and sighed.

Even his sister, who he spends every day with, was captivated by his masculine charm.

My own damn charm.

Morning light streamed through the curtains onto the dining table, and wisps of steam rose from the coffee.

As Han Chuan Mizuki stirred her coffee, the table held up the proud object in front of her, reminding one of the previous scene. Indeed, the most direct view is the most breathtaking.

Big is good, and good is big!

Han Chuan Mei Yue looked at the boy in front of her, hesitant to speak, still unable to recover from the previous scene.

She felt she needed to talk to Han Chuanyou about so-called family sex education, but she also felt that this guy probably knew more than she, a half-baked person.

Speaking of which, teenagers in their adolescence really need to be careful about these things, and as the eldest sister, I also have the responsibility to educate him well.