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

Although Han Chuanyou is outstanding, she must have seen many talented young men before, as a young lady from a prestigious family.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Han Chuan Mei Yue smiled kindly at the girl in front of her:

"I've heard about you from Yu before, but I didn't expect you to be so beautiful when we met for the first time."

Nine fox feathers stepped forward, clasped their hands in front of their abdomen, and bowed slightly with elegance:

"Miss Mizuki, nice to meet you. Please call me Fox Feather."

"Mizuki, don't be shy, we're all family." Han Chuan You took Mizuki's hand and led her directly to the dining table. "Please sit down."

The linen floral dress was slightly fitted, and as Mizuki sat down, her breasts trembled, revealing their full curves.

Seeing this, Kujou Kitsune looked down at himself and understood.

No wonder Han Chuan You was more interested in her legs than her chest. Among her peers, her chest was considered superior, but it was no match for the charming, sexy, and mature woman in front of her.

As the eldest daughter of the Kujo family, her manners and etiquette are naturally impeccable.

After chatting over the meal, Han Chuan Meiyue felt that this young lady was more than qualified to be Han Chuan You's girlfriend, both in terms of personality and appearance.

However, the more she ate, the more heartbroken she became, as the blond-haired scoundrel who had been stealing her cabbage still showed up in the end.

Seeing Han Chuan You eating meat with gusto, completely disregarding his image, she put down her knife and fork, picked up a towel to wipe the sauce from the corner of his lips, and then looked at the girl in front of her:

"Fox Feather, you seem to have a good impression of Xiaoyou."

Kujou Kitsune responded to Mizuki's somewhat meaningful question with composure: "Kanakawa-kun is a good person. I really admire him, and to be honest, I'm pursuing him."

"is it?"

Upon hearing this, Han Chuan Meiyue gave a meaningful look to Han Chuan You beside her.

Han Chuan You sensed the resentment in Mizuki's eyes.

Miss Kujo, what are you doing? You don't have to be so direct, do you? It's making me so embarrassed.

He placed his hand on Mizuki's soft thigh under the table and squeezed it to show his loyalty.

Han Chuan Mei Yue pulled his hand away and slapped it as she did so.

"I don't care about what happens between you two, but I have only one request: you're both still young, so you can't have sex without my knowledge."

"I have to keep it for myself," Han Chuan Mei Yue added in her mind.

Kujou Kitsune was momentarily at a loss for words at these blunt remarks, realizing to herself that it was no wonder they were siblings.

Finally, she nodded slightly: "I will be careful and won't let him succeed so easily."

"There's another thing, this brat is a womanizer, even I, as his older sister, can't control him, Fox Feather, you'd better be prepared."

Han Chuan Mei Yue took a sip of papaya soup and gave her another preventative measure.

Nine fox feathers nodded and said earnestly:

“I understand that very well. Men inevitably have this problem, and I will teach him a lesson.”

"Hey! What do you mean by 'training'? Want me to spank you?"

Before Han Chuan You could object, Han Chuan Mei Yue slapped him on the forehead.

"This brat really needs to be disciplined. I'll have to keep an eye on him at school."

As a young lady from a prestigious family, Kujou Kitsune is an excellent goalkeeper. Since she can't always be by Hanukawa Yu's side, having Kujou Kitsune watching over him at school is a good option.

When Han Chuan You met the smiling eyes of Kujou Kouha, he was speechless. This guy really wanted to make a big deal out of nothing. Did he even have the ability to do that?

Chapter 123 The First Believer, I Will Become a God

It's easy for women to start a conversation, and they get chatting in no time.

After finishing their meal, the three decided to stroll around the nearby shopping streets and buy some Ryukyu specialties as souvenirs for their neighbors and friends.

Han Chuanyou dutifully served as the bag carrier, and the group of them attracted a lot of attention when they walked together, drawing frequent glances from passersby.

Gradually, Han Chuanyou sensed something unusual.

With his current level of spiritual awareness, he can perceive every blade of grass, tree, pedestrian, and vehicle within a hundred meters.

If someone were watching him from a distance, he would vaguely notice it. During the half hour they were shopping, there was always a faint gaze following them.

This gaze didn't belong to the surrounding security personnel; he knew all of Hongye's people, and this gaze carried a hint of malice.

Han Chuanyou's gaze seemed to drift unintentionally towards the flow of people at the other end of the street.

Then, without making a sound, he took out a paper puppet from his storage ring and released it. The puppet floated silently to the ground like a piece of paper blown away by the wind, and then rose up again with the help of the air current.

My current mental strength is sufficient to allow the paper puppet to detect a range of one kilometer.

He separated a wisp of his consciousness and connected it with the paper puppet. The paper puppet rode the wind, soaring over layers of eaves and signs, and silently flew towards that malicious direction.

"Xiao You, let's go take a look over there." Mei Yue took his hand and walked towards the craft shop not far away.

Kujou Kitsune walked beside them, feeling that the way the siblings interacted was a bit too intimate.

Her relationship with her mother, while not exactly estranged, was far from natural.

As the heir to the Kujo family, I was taught from a young age to control my emotions and keep my distance; such unguarded intimacy was not allowed.

Vasily, who was hiding in the crowd and disguised as an ordinary tourist, noticed the look the boy next to his target had given him earlier, and a cold sweat inexplicably broke out on his back.

His killer instincts made him sense danger from the boy.

Why do I have this feeling of being discovered? And I'm starting to feel an urge to leave this place.

But the boy looked like a student no matter how you looked at it.

He shook his head, suppressed the pounding in his heart, and continued to follow the group.

There were many people around, but he could sense that a net had been laid around him, and the actions of everyone around him were being observed by the Kujo family security guards hidden in the crowd.

There are probably security guards around him right now, just like the woman picking out Ryukyu glass cups not far away. Although she looks like a tourist, her eyes are always alert to her surroundings.

If a sudden action is taken, he will face the challenge of escaping from the security guards.

But his years of experience have given him the ability to keep a secret surveillance operation without being detected.

To ensure his safe escape, he must seize a high vantage point when the target is relatively stationary, and look for opportunities to snipe from a distance.

As a professional assassin, Vasily had no shortage of patience.

Last time, he accepted a commission to assassinate a warlord surrounded by layers of guards in Africa. The chances were slim, but he eventually spent a month staking out the warlord and discovered that the warlord would go to a temple in the rainforest to worship every week.

So he set up an ambush on the enemy's likely route, enduring the mosquitoes and heat of the jungle, lying in wait for several days, and finally sent his target to meet his maker with a single shot. Afterwards, he survived a search by hundreds of soldiers, traversing more than ten kilometers of tropical rainforest.

At this moment, Han Chuan You finally discovered the source of that gaze through the paper puppet's vision.

A smile played on his lips.

Got you.

Although I don't know what this guy's purpose is, he definitely doesn't have good intentions.

Han Chuanyou immediately prepared to take action.

"Mizuki, I see a restroom over there. I'm going to use the restroom."

Han Chuan Mei Yue was selecting small wooden carvings when she heard this. She casually waved her hand and said, "Go ahead, we'll wait for you here. Go and come back quickly."

Han Chuanyou walked out of the wooden craft shop and headed towards the public restroom over there.

The paper puppet kept a close watch on that guy's movements.

Vasily's unease grew stronger. He felt he couldn't continue like this and that it would be better to leave as a precaution.

This feeling had saved him countless times in the past, and he decided to trust his intuition.

Vasily turned and left, intending to discuss the matter at length.

Just as he turned the corner, he was horrified to find that he could no longer move; his body was beyond his control and he was being led into a secluded alley.

Holy Mary! What on earth is going on?

In the alley, a mysterious figure wearing a Shura mask was waiting for him.

Vasily instinctively wanted to back away from this awful place, but his body remained motionless.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with terror: "Who are you?"

Han Chuan You did not answer.

He mobilized his mental energy, and the Bewitching Illusionary God Scripture began to operate.

Han Chuanyou felt that his mastery of this technique was far from complete.

Creating a convincing illusion to make people die in fear is too simplistic and brutal.

The so-called "bewitching mind" may be able to penetrate deep into people's hearts, stirring up their inner fears or beliefs, reshaping their cognition like a cult, and making them completely submit.

So he decided to take the opportunity to experiment.

The powerful mental force transformed into invisible ripples, silently invading Vasily's consciousness.

In that instant, Vasily felt that the whole world had changed.

The dark, narrow alleyway vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of golden light, as if one were standing before the gates of heaven.

The air was filled with the fragrance of frankincense and myrrh, and in the distance, the faint harmonies of a church choir could be heard, their voices pure and melodious.

Behind the mysterious figure in front of them, it seemed as if enormous, invisible wings of light had unfurled, each wing flowing with a soft, almost transparent golden light.

The eyes beneath the Shura mask exuded both compassion and majesty, much like the saints in church ceiling paintings who looked down upon all living beings, or like the holy messengers themselves who stepped out of medieval icon paintings.

They don't seem to be beings that should exist in the human world, but rather messengers sent to the mortal realm by the gods.

The Virgin Mary appeared to us!

This sight, beyond the comprehension of ordinary beings, left Vasily stunned for a moment. The golden light reflected in his eyes, and his emotions began to fluctuate violently, his lips trembling incessantly.

He didn't believe it was an illusion; an illusion couldn't be so real, so vast, so terrifying.

He grew up in an Orthodox family. Moscow winters are cold, but the churches are always warm.

My deepest childhood memories are of church bells, incense smoke, the priest's deep and long prayers, and my mother's back as she made the sign of the cross in front of an icon.

At this moment, the feeling of holiness was a hundred times stronger than during any previous worship service.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, his forehead hitting the cold stone slab. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he crawled forward two steps, wanting to kiss the other person's feet.

"Holy... Holy Envoy... You are the Holy Envoy!"

Vasily's voice trembled.

"Am I being taken to the realm of gods? I... I'm finally going to see God?"

This action caused Han Chuanyou to take a half step back, inwardly sighing.

The influence of mental power on mortals has become so strong that the last time I used it was when I was teaching those bullies a lesson at school, and the effect was far less shocking.

The professional assassin before him, his hands stained with blood, had completely succumbed to the miracles he had witnessed.

Han Chuanyou steadied himself, changed his voice, and added a touch of ethereal and distant divinity.

"God has noticed your existence. Tell me your name and your sins, and I will lead you into the immortality and eternity that God has given you."

Vasily lay prone on the ground, his forehead pressed against the earth:

“I…I am Vasily. I prematurely ended the lives of sixty-seven mortals, causing them to stand before God far too soon…I did not heed your teachings. I was greedy for money and addicted to killing…This time, I accepted a commission from the Ashworth family to kill the eldest daughter of the Kujo family and also planned to cause an explosion in Tokyo…”

As he spoke, his voice trembled with sobs, as if he were desperately seeking a last glimmer of hope for salvation amidst his fear.

"Don't worry, I see your piety."

Han Chuan slowly raised her hand and gently placed her palm on the top of the man's head.

Vasily shuddered, and his tears flowed even more profusely.

"God believes that the world is too sinful and needs a thorough cleansing."

Han Chuanyou's voice remained calm, carrying an undeniable certainty.

“Now, go and teach the Ashworth family a lesson. This is the first step in atoning for your sins.”

A pale blue pill appeared out of thin air in his hand, its surface shimmering with a warm luster.

"This is a gift from God, a divine grace. After taking it, you will temporarily gain the power to carry out a sacred mission. Remember to take it before you plan to take any action. This is a grace that I, on behalf of God, bestow upon you."

Han Chuanyou's voice carried an irresistible solemnity.