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

"what happened?"

The burly man trembled as he turned to the side, revealing the figure shrouded in mist behind him.

"It's...it's this...Lord Death."

He spoke tremblingly, glancing cautiously at Han Chuanyou.

"May I leave now?"

Han Chuanyou didn't look at him; his gaze passed over the burly man and landed on Hongshu at the foot of the mountain.

Extreme fear was spreading across his refined face, and he went limp from head to toe in an instant.

Han Chuanyou glanced at the burly man: "Did I say that?"

Then, with a swift motion, the knife fell.

A flash of light, and a spurt of blood shot from the burly man's throat. His eyes widened, his hands clutched his neck tightly, and he gasped for breath before slowly collapsing to his knees, his life beginning its countdown.

The one who agreed was Death, what does that have to do with me, Han Chuan You?

My only responsibility is to help send you to meet the Grim Reaper and confront him face to face.

Han Chuan You shook the blood off his knife, stepped over the corpses, and walked down the mountain towards Hiroki.

"Now, it's your turn."

Hiroki Yamashita's face turned ashen. He staggered backward, his belt not even fastened, and he nearly fell over.

Those imprisoned huddled behind the iron bars, their eyes filled with bewilderment. They had been locked up here for too long, isolated from the world, and had no idea what the word "death" meant.

Tension and unease permeated the cramped basement.

But Hiroki Yamashita knew it very well.

He stumbled to the coffee table, trembling as he pulled open a drawer, pulled out a pistol, cocked it, raised his arm, and pointed the dark muzzle at Han Chuanyou.

"Don't move!" His voice trembled. "I don't care if you're human or ghost, get out of here! I can pretend nothing happened!"

Han Chuanyou didn't stop at all, continuing to walk forward at a leisurely pace, even urging him on:

"What are you panicking for? Shoot!"

This is outrageous!

The heavy pistol in his hand gave Hiroki Yamashita immense confidence, and the fear in his eyes gradually gave way to ruthlessness.

He didn't believe there was anything in this world that wasn't afraid of bullets; as long as it was a carbon-based life form, no one could withstand the power of a bullet.

He pulled the trigger hard.

The trigger remained motionless even when the knuckles were pressed down.

What's going on?! I can't press it!

He tried again, twice, his forehead veins bulging, but the trigger was as if it were welded shut, not moving an inch.

"What...what happened?!"

His expression was filled with fear again, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Han Chuan slowly approached. To be honest, he felt a moment of nervousness just now.

With his mid-stage Qi Refining strength, he wasn't really confident he could dodge the bullets. Fortunately, the moment he raised his gun, he used his Object Manipulation Technique to lock the firing mechanism of the gun.

Han Chuanyou stopped in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the imprisoned people, and said:

"What's wrong with these people? Tell me the truth, and maybe I can give you a quick death."

Hiroki Yamashita staggered backward, his back slamming against the sofa armrest. His teeth chattered, and cold sweat soaked through his clothes.

He didn't want to die. He couldn't bear to give up his power as a member of parliament. He hadn't enjoyed enough of the life of luxury and extravagance. How could he possibly fail here?

"What do you want? I'll give you everything! I have plenty of money, please spare my life!"

A flash of light.

Hiroki Yamashita clutched his severed hand, screaming in agony and rolling on the ground.

Han Chuanyou's tone remained completely calm:

"Answer my question, or I have no idea where the next blow will land."

Hiroki Yamashita, enduring the pain, dared not make any more demands and said haltingly:

"I...I mainly provide matching organs to those people upstairs..."

Organ trafficking? That's utterly heinous.

Han Chuanyou's gaze grew even more serious, and he looked at Yamashita Hiroki as if he were looking at a pile of utterly disgusting trash.

Who were the masterminds?

"Yes... there are many, but our biggest partner is the Matsukawa Association... they have the channels to help us find targets."

It's the Matsukawa Club again.

Han Chuan You felt that this yakuza organization was too persistent and committed all sorts of evil deeds. It seemed that it had to be completely eradicated.

"I...I've told you everything. I was just in charge of this link in the chain. Please let me go. I promise I will never do this again."

"You want to quit this kind of thing and retire? But can you really wash yourself clean?"

Han Chuan You had no intention of letting these people go.

"Now, it's time for you to stand trial."

"You demon, you monster!"

Hiroki Yamashita retreated repeatedly, knowing he could not escape death, and he cursed hysterically.

"What kind of demon kills bad people? Compared to me, you are the demons, just wearing human skin. In your eyes, what are these people? Livestock to be sold? Or tools to satisfy your desires?"

Hiroki, his eyes bloodshot, became even more frenzied when driven to the brink:

"So what! They are just a bunch of pigs that nobody cares about. It is their honor to be part of the upper class. This is a contribution to the country."

At this moment, Hiroki Yamashita had lost all the elite demeanor he displayed on television. He appeared insane, incoherent, and his inherent baseness and arrogance were nauseating.

Han Chuanyou's eyes flashed even colder as he slowly raised his hand, the long sword pointing directly at Han Chuanyou's brow:

"You really are a born bastard, knowing you're superior to others. Since you think this is all justified, then you should have the honor of dying by my blade."

"You dare kill me? The people behind me won't let you get away with this! They are..."

Hiroki Yamashita suddenly remembered his backer and grasped at a straw, but before he could finish speaking, Yuu Kanakawa smashed his jaw with the hilt of his sword.

The excruciating pain rendered him speechless, blood gushing from his mouth as he stared at Han Chuanyou in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You'll have to be able to find me first. I'll have plenty of time to play with them later," Han Chuanyou said calmly. "Tonight, I'll send you on your way to pay for the lives of those you've killed."

He kicked him so hard he fell to his knees.

The long sword was raised high, and then finally brought down.

Hiroki's head rolled off the mountain, his eyes wide open, still carrying that resentment and fear until his death.

After the trial, Han Chuanyou let out a long sigh of relief.

Although I know that society is not as glamorous as it appears on the surface, facing such a dark scene still makes me very uncomfortable.

Those people are high and mighty, able to arbitrarily take the lives of the lower classes, and even use them as their own spare parts.

This can no longer be described as a violation of human ethics; it is a complete annihilation of humanity.

When they objectify their fellow human beings to the point of being less than livestock, they themselves no longer deserve to be called human beings, but rather beasts in human skin, even more terrifying than beasts.

Because beasts at least live to fill their stomachs, while they live for pleasure, to prolong the life of their decaying bodies.

Han Chuanyou glanced around, about to let the person go, when his attention was drawn to a decorative item hanging on the wall behind the sofa.

It was a hideous Asura mask, with sharp edges and wide-open, angry eyes, as if it were coldly observing the bloodshed and sin in this room with a disdainful attitude. There were faint fluctuations of spiritual energy on the surface of the mask, which shone with a dark luster under the light.

He stepped forward, removed the mask, and a line of subtitles immediately appeared before his eyes.

[You have destroyed a demon stronghold and obtained 3 Qi Gathering Pills, 100 low-grade spirit stones, and the Masked Asura - a mid-grade Xuan-level magic weapon.]

Mysterious-grade magic artifact?

He suppressed his curiosity and released these people from the cages first.

The lock on the iron fence was useless against Qingling; with a flash of the blade, the iron bolt snapped.

People who had regained their freedom staggered out of their cubicles. Some covered their faces and wept, while others stood there blankly, as if they could not believe what they were seeing.

"You can go home now." Han Chuanyou sheathed his sword. "It would be best to contact the news media first and make this a big deal. Only then will you be truly safe."

The best way to avoid being swallowed by darkness is to expose yourself to the sunlight.

After leaving this piece of advice, Han Chuanyou turned and left, his footsteps gradually fading at the end of the stairs.

Chapter 36 A Country Beyond Saving

Han Chuan You finally caught the last train.

The greater the distance, the more time becomes crucial. It all depends on when I can acquire the escape technique, otherwise my activity range will be too limited, and I can only wander around the Nakano area.

As for taking a taxi, he couldn't compliment the fares in Tokyo; they would bankrupt him, and they would easily expose his whereabouts.

The tram swayed gently, with only a few passengers in the carriage. No one noticed the boy resting with his eyes closed in the corner.

Once downstairs, Han Chuanyou made sure no one was around, then lightly touched the wall with her toes and used the momentum to climb onto the balcony, her movements as nimble as a cat on the night.

He drew the curtains, finally giving him a chance to clear out his spoils for the night.

Five Spirit Gathering Pills, mid-grade Yellow Rank pills, are an advanced version of Qi Gathering Pills. One pill is equivalent to a week of arduous cultivation.

However, in Tokyo, where spiritual energy is so thin it's almost nonexistent, without the aid of spirit stones, it's equivalent to several months of cultivation.

It's a good item. There's not much to say about low-grade spirit stones; they're just consumables for ordinary cultivation.

The last item is the most important.

[Asura Mask - Mid-grade Profound-level Magic Artifact. After recognizing and wearing it, it can change one's appearance, figure, and voice. Spiritual power flows through the mask, increasing the speed of spiritual power circulation and boosting the power and casting speed of spells by 20%.]

The effect was unexpected.

In the past, he mainly made his moves at night because there were fewer people around and it was easier to act. Although the Fog Concealment Technique is a concealment technique, it would be too conspicuous to use it in broad daylight, making him a sitting duck, practically screaming "I'm going to cause trouble!"

But this magical artifact completely resolved his worries.

It's incredibly convenient to use someone else's face; the police have nowhere to investigate.

What does it have to do with Han Chuanyou if someone else did it?

He ran his fingertips along the edges of the mask, feeling its coolness, but he didn't notice anything unusual. He tried it on his face, and apart from the comfort of it fitting snugly against his skin, he didn't experience any other special reaction.

I almost forgot, you need to acknowledge your Lord first.

According to the usual procedure, it should be a blood oath ceremony.

Han Chuanyou took out Qingling and gently ran her fingertips over it.

Fortunately, the knife was sharp enough that I barely felt any pain.

He touched the center of the mask's forehead with his fingertip, and the blood was absorbed at a visible speed, disappearing instantly like a dried sponge meeting water.

Immediately, a strange connection arose in his mind, as if the mask had become an extension of his body, connected to his sea of ​​consciousness, and could be controlled at will.

A thought crossed my mind.

The mask floated up out of thin air, hovered in mid-air, and then slowly pressed against his face.

The cool mask fit his skin perfectly, almost weightless, as if it were part of his own skin.

He took his phone out of his storage ring and turned on selfie mode.

The crimson Shura mask was angular and glaring, with deep, cold eyes that seemed ready to devour someone at any moment.

The protruding fangs had a ferocious outline, with dark gold cloud patterns drawn along the edges.

His dignified and majestic demeanor blended perfectly with his ruthless killing intent, making him appear like a demon descended to earth, wielding the power of killing and dedicated to eradicating evil from the world.

He's really handsome.

He nodded at the screen, quite satisfied.

Next, it's time to try out the transformation function.