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

Most of them are basic formations, which are not complicated for him to set up, and the materials required are also very common.

Most of them can be set up with just simple low-grade spirit stones. The more complicated ones only require common ores, or ordinary cinnabar and jade as substitutes.

Although its level is not high, it is very practical. It can be used to assist in cultivation, protect oneself at home, or temporarily trap enemies.

Very good... A glint of inspiration flashed in Han Chuan You's eyes.

He couldn't wait to try it out.

Let's start with the most common spirit-gathering array.

……

"Goodbye, senior."

At the school gate, Anna Yagyu waved goodbye to Yuu Kanakawa.

"Goodbye."

Han Chuanyou waved his hand.

The two sisters got into a car parked by the roadside; their family driver had come to pick them up today.

In the car, Yagyu Tsurune took her phone out of her bag, and Yagyu Anna noticed the two bottles of drinks in the bag: "Eh, how come you have so many drinks, sister?"

Before Yagyu Genon could react, Yagyu Anna took out a bottle: "I'm thirsty, I'll have a drink."

"and many more."

Yagyu Genon quickly spoke up to stop him.

"What's wrong, sister?"

Meeting her younger sister's questioning gaze, Yagyu Genon didn't know how to explain for a moment.

So much time has passed, she still can't tell which of the two bottles Han Chuanyou drank from.

"I've already drunk them all."

"I don't mind my sister."

Anna Yagyu had already unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted her head back and took a sip, then squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"It tastes good even at room temperature."

Before Yagyu Genon could stop him.

Seeing this, she didn't say anything more.

It must be my bottle...

She regretted bringing it back, thinking she should have just thrown it away.

……

"I am back."

When I got home, the door opened easily, which meant that Meiyue was home.

After changing into slippers in the entryway, Han Chuanyou entered the living room, where Meiyue was preparing dinner as usual.

"Mizuki, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Han Chuanyou came up behind her and casually patted her big butt.

It was soft yet had just the right amount of elasticity, and a slight tremor was felt around Tokyo.

This feel... if I could have this behind me in the future... that would be incredible.

It's not like he hasn't talked back to his sister before.

Han Chuan Mei Yue punched him: "Looking for a beating again?"

Han Chuan You opened his arms: "Please press me down beneath you and whip me as you please, Lady Mizuki, I am at your mercy."

"Get lost! Don't bother me while I'm cooking."

"As you command, Mitsuki-sama."

Han Chuanyou smiled and turned to leave, preparing to get down to business.

He plans to set up a spirit-gathering array at home.

After circling the courtyard, he found the right spot, took out a spirit stone from his storage ring, and buried it in a hole he dug with a small shovel directly below the edge of the wall.

This is the main focal point of the formation.

The other six auxiliary array eyes were buried in various corners of the courtyard wall according to the orientation of the six-pointed star.

After burying it, Han Chuanyou put down the shovel and clapped his hands.

Get it done.

Back in the Japanese-style room, he took a deep breath and formed a spirit-gathering seal with his hands.

The next moment, he closed his eyes and guided the spiritual energy inside the six spirit stones to resonate with each other. Invisible threads of spiritual energy spread out from his palm, precisely connecting each of the array's key points.

Invisible threads of spiritual energy intertwined in the air above the courtyard, outlining a neat hexagonal star array that enveloped the entire detached house.

As the formation gradually took shape, the sparse spiritual energy around it, like an awakened stream, slowly surged in from all directions and was locked within the courtyard wall area by the formation.

The moment the formation was established, a clear, resonant hum, deep and far-reaching, rang in his ears, a hum only he could hear.

Then, everything fell silent.

Han Chuanyou opened his eyes, feeling the spiritual energy in the courtyard, which was several times denser than outside, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

With such abundant spiritual energy now, staying here for a long time might even prolong one's lifespan.

In the evening, after taking a shower, the two leaned back on the sofa and casually made conversation.

Han Chuan Meiyue looked languid, resting her head on Han Chuan You's shoulder.

She always had a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"I feel much clearer-headed now."

Han Chuanyou asked with a smile, "Have you gained intelligence?"

"Screw you."

Han Chuan Mei Yue raised her fist and punched him.

"My breathing suddenly became much easier, even though I usually feel like I can't breathe properly."

Han Chuanyou glanced at her chest.

"Mizuki, your figure is to be expected, right? With two cantaloupes hanging in front of you every day, how can you not be out of breath? I'm worried that your waist won't be able to support your exaggerated figure one day."

He paused.

"By the way, I've heard that the ligaments here tend to sag if they're stretched for too long."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Han Chuan Mei Yue slapped his head, then supported her chest with her arms, displaying her prominent curves, and said proudly:

"It's still very upright, okay? I'm usually very careful to protect myself from these things."

"Really? I've also heard that massage can help relieve the symptoms, would you like to..."

The cold river winds and the hidden dagger is revealed.

"Then give it a try."

As Han Chuan Mei Yue spoke, she straightened up again, her trembling body particularly alluring.

Han Chuanyou reached out and saw that she really didn't intend to dodge; in fact, she leaned forward and got even closer.

Finally, he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Forget it.

Whether Mizuki's words are true or false, and whether I will be punished if I take them seriously, is another matter.

If I can't control myself when the time comes, and Meiyue doesn't help me solve the problem, I'll be the one who suffers.

Mitsuki Hankawa smiled proudly.

Little brat, you're still too green to fight me. I've finally regained my dignity as the older sister in front of him.

Han Chuan Meiyue picked up the remote control and casually changed the channel.

The interview on television caught their attention; it appeared to be a pre-trial interview.

"Mr. Imamura, what are your thoughts on tomorrow's court hearing and the victim's mother's accusations against you?"

"I feel sorry for the victims. I couldn't control myself at the time, but I believe in the justice of the law."

The blond man on the screen had a casual expression, showing no remorse whatsoever.

The female reporter continued to ask questions:

"Did you previously make statements online about wanting to use a mental illness certificate to sexually assault young girls? Is that what you really thought?"

The man tilted his head, a look of reminiscence on his face:

"Did I make this statement? I don't remember. It might have been the statement of another personality of mine. You know, I have schizophrenia."

The screen emitted a low murmur of commotion from the audience.

Faced with this shameless person, the reporter was clearly angry: "But the police have recovered your browsing and chat history on your phone, and it can be confirmed that you were sober at the time."

"Yeah?"

The man simply shrugged, showing no shame at having his lie exposed, and his eyes, visible above the mask, betrayed no remorse.

Through subsequent interviews, Han Chuanyou learned that this guy had assaulted three people in succession recently, and his methods were extremely cruel. One of them suffered irreversible brain damage due to suffocation.

Now, he shows no remorse whatsoever in front of the camera and even tries to escape legal judgment by claiming mental illness. He is truly a scumbag.

Han Chuan Meiyue stared at the nonchalant man on the screen, her lips pressed into a thin line, but the rise and fall of her chest betrayed her anger.

“These kinds of people…” she suppressed her anger, her good mood for the evening ruined by the interview. “The law is becoming less and less effective because these kinds of people take advantage of loopholes.”

Han Chuanyou leaned back on the sofa, staring coldly at the scumbag on the screen.

The way this scumbag spoke, his tone of voice, every little gesture—all of it told him one thing.

This person showed absolutely no remorse. He was just caught and forced to stand in front of the camera for a show. He probably thought that the law couldn't punish him, which is why he was so fearless.

"The law protects this kind of trash..."

The court hearing is tomorrow...

It seems I have something else to do.

Mental illness? Death doesn't care whether you're mentally ill or not.

Chapter 50 Night Raid

Han Chuan You leaned his head against the top of Mizuki's head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and casually asked, "If the judge determines that this guy has a mental illness, how many years will he be sentenced to?"

As a top student in the law department of the University of Tokyo, Mizuki Kanakawa is very familiar with these legal provisions.

“Normally, this level of crime would result in at least a ten-year prison sentence, but if the judge determines that the person committed the crime while mentally weakened, the sentence could be reduced by up to two-thirds. In addition, if it is determined that the person committed the crime while mentally incapacitated, they might not even have to go to jail.”

"Can you really lose this much weight?"

Han Chuan You was quite surprised.

He knew he would get a lenient sentence, but he didn't expect it to be this lenient.

Han Chuan Mei Yue snorted coldly: "Of course, otherwise why do you think that guy is so fearless?"

Aside from the fact that mental illness can reduce most of the sentence, the death penalty standards in island nations are extremely high and almost impossible to meet, which is why many people say that island nations don't have the death penalty at all.

This is why these criminals are even more emboldened to commit crimes.

Not to mention the prison environment. Prisons in island nations are known as the most suitable prisons for retirement. They have everything, including TVs, toilets, and wardrobes. The conditions are not only good, but the three meals a day are also very nutritious and free.

Some elderly people living alone cannot survive on their own and may even commit crimes in order to get into prison where they can be provided with food and lodging.

Mitsuki looked angry.

"This scum is so arrogant. If I were to handle the case, I would turn off the surveillance cameras, give him a few electric shocks, and make him confess so he knows that not every crime can be covered up by mental illness."

Han Chuanyou nodded in agreement: "That's how you should treat scum like this."