Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

The excitement of the start of the school year didn't belong to the second-year students, who spent the whole day in a very dull state. However, Han Chuanyou could now pass the time by cultivating.

Becoming stronger is addictive once you get hooked, and he barely paid attention in class all day.

But what does it matter? How can mere worldly knowledge compare to the path to immortality?

By the end of the day, he had practically absorbed all the spiritual energy around the school.

I really don't know if it's because the cultivation technique is too top-notch, or because the concentration of spiritual energy here is just too low.

School ended promptly at 3 p.m., and after changing into his kendo uniform, he went to the kendo club.

Pushing open the door, a cool and aloof figure came into view.

A girl with long, straight black hair stood quietly in the corner of the dojo, exuding an otherworldly aura. Her kendo uniform accentuated her slender and upright figure, making her both aloof and eye-catching.

Her features were so exquisite they were almost sharp, with a high nose bridge and slightly pursed thin lips. Her whole face was like a famous sword yet to be drawn, beautiful as it was, but exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied up high, revealing a section of her fair and slender nape. A few strands of hair fell beside her ears, swaying gently with her breath, finally adding a touch of life to her icy face.

Upon seeing him arrive, the girl raised her eyes and glanced at him indifferently with her phoenix eyes.

"You're here?" She parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and restrained. "Ready to practice."

"Minister, it's only been a short time since we last met, and you're already so impatient? Why don't we take our time to rekindle our old feelings? Starting so intensely isn't good for your health."

The girl's phoenix eyes widened slightly, and a hint of embarrassment and annoyance appeared on her originally cool and beautiful face. She glared at him fiercely.

"Stop talking nonsense and put on your protective gear."

"Don't be in such a hurry."

The two quickly got into the mood, their passion ignited, and they became entangled in a fierce and inseparable affair.

The rest of the gang were used to this kind of scene and had no intention of intervening in the fight between the two.

After all, these two are both freaks among freaks, and in terms of swordsmanship, they have an absolute lead.

……

The sparring session lasted for nearly half an hour. Unable to defeat Hanchuan You, Yagyu Genon, panting, took the initiative to end the attack.

"Not playing anymore? Minister, you haven't made much progress during your vacation."

Han Chuan You took off his gold mask and teased.

For a woman to fight him to this extent is enough to show how formidable she is.

You have to understand that he wasn't always this relaxed.

Now, after sparring with her for so long, Han Chuanyou doesn't feel tired at all. In addition, even without deliberately circulating her cultivation technique, the surrounding spiritual energy is automatically absorbed into her body, continuously replenishing the physical strength she just consumed.

Is this what cultivating immortality is?

Having only been a beginner for a short time, he had already created such an insurmountable gap between himself and ordinary people.

"the same as you."

Despite her defiant words, Yagyu Genon's cheeks were flushed, and her bulging chest heaved violently, revealing that she was not feeling well.

Seeing that he remained calm and composed, the girl was extremely surprised. She thought to herself that he had become so strong in such a short time, and a sense of defeat welled up in her heart.

"You're really stubborn." Han Chuanyou shook his head with a smile, casually picked up the schoolbag next to him and opened it. "Didn't you say your sister is starting school today? Is she coming over later? Let me meet her."

He took out a bottle of Pocari Sweat, unscrewed it, and handed it over.

The girl took the water and glared at him: "You have no good intentions. Don't even think about hitting on my sister."

"That's pointless. You know my character, right? Am I not good enough for your sister? Or perhaps..."

Han Chuan spoke slowly, his expression becoming meaningful, but ultimately he didn't say the last sentence.

Yagyu Genon stared at him expressionlessly for two seconds, then slowly put down the water in her hand and gripped the bamboo sword tightly again.

"Keep practicing."

"Hey hey hey! I didn't say anything, did I?"

After the club activity ended, Han Chuan You didn't even get to see Yagyu Tsurune's true face. He really didn't know if she had specifically told him not to come.

I wonder if the younger sister's personality is as cold as her older sister's, or completely opposite.

……

After school, Han Chuanyou didn't linger outside the school and went straight home.

He lives in Higashi-Nakano Ward, in a used detached house that Mizuki said she inherited from her grandmother.

Compared to those high-end apartments, Han Chuan You still prefers detached houses. They have more space, a more neighborly atmosphere, and a good location with a small yard. They are much more comfortable to live in than those high-rise apartments.

"I'm back!"

No one answered. Usually, Meiyue would get home earlier than him, so she must have gone to buy groceries.

He changed his shoes, sat down at the low table in the living room, and calmed himself down.

He had absorbed almost all of the school's spiritual energy, but he was still unable to break through to the second level of Qi Refining.

The spiritual energy is still too thin.

Thinking of this, he took out a spirit stone from his storage ring and held it in his hand.

The spiritual energy, which is hundreds or even thousands of times more concentrated than that outside, is instantly absorbed into the body.

He breathed a sigh of relief; this concentration of spiritual energy was finally starting to look right.

They quietly absorbed the spiritual energy, unaware of how much time had passed.

His spiritual energy fluctuated for a moment, then quickly returned to calm.

Qi Refining Level 2.

An indescribable warmth surged into my internal organs and spread throughout my body, as if I were soaking in a hot spring.

It felt so good that Han Chuan You couldn't help but let out a soft, comfortable hum.

Can cultivation really be this enjoyable? No wonder it's like a joke for protagonists in novels to spend ten or fifteen years in seclusion to cultivate immortality.

"Xiaoyou, what are you doing in there? If you're rubbing the water pipes, hurry up and tidy up, I'm coming in."

A melodious voice came from outside, but its unrestrained words made Han Chuanyou cough violently a few times.

"No, not at all! Come in."

Han Chuan Meiyue walked in, her police uniform jacket off, revealing a shirt underneath with a full, flowing silhouette and a perfect drape.

She put down the shopping bag she was carrying, sniffed, as if trying to smell something.

"There really is no strange smell. I thought you were doing something inappropriate just now. You didn't even respond when I came in and spoke to you."

Han Chuan You said helplessly, "What kind of person am I in your eyes, Mizuki?"

Han Chuan Meiyue's red lips curved slightly, her charming peach blossom eyes filled with teasing: "A teenage boy, who knows?"

"Don't underestimate me, a teenage boy. Things are different now, Mizuki. The throne high in the sky awaits my arrival. Just wait and enjoy the good life."

With that, Han Chuanyou raised his fist and declared confidently.

Han Chuan Mei Yue stepped forward, bent down and leaned closer. Her soft breasts swayed slightly with the movement, almost breaking through the barrier of the buttons. She raised her hand and tapped his head lightly.

"Still so immature, like he hasn't grown up. He doesn't care about the throne, as long as he doesn't go astray and become a gigolo to cheat girls out of money."

"How could that be? My goal is the same as yours: to become an open and aboveboard tax thief."