Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Shinjuku South Exit.

The two people were on trams going in opposite directions.

The announcement that the tram was arriving at the station sounded, and the girl waved to him.

"Goodbye, senior. I promise I'll keep your secret."

Han Chuanyou looked helpless: "There's no need to emphasize that. Goodbye."

Watching Anna Yagyu leave, Yuu looked down at the handbag in his hand. It was indeed a little embarrassing for someone who knew him to see this.

Although he has a thick skin, it's only in front of people he knows well.

As for strangers, he still wanted to maintain his good image as a handsome guy in Tokyo.

He went to the restroom, and when he returned to the platform, the handbag in his hand had disappeared.

That's much better.

Back home, Han Chuanyou couldn't wait to take out the newly acquired magical artifact.

Karmic Fire...

A Xuan-level magic weapon sounds incredibly powerful.

He unpacked the package, grasped the handle; it felt a bit heavy, but the quality was decent.

Practice makes perfect, and he already knew the process of recognizing the Lord.

He summoned Qingling, touched the tip of the knife with his finger, and then squeezed out a drop of blood and pressed it onto the whip.

In an instant, the whip changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The jet-black whip slowly elongated until it reached about 1.5 meters, with dark red patterns appearing on each section, like magma surging beneath the earth.

A faint connection arose in my heart.

Han Chuan You tried to infuse it with spiritual power.

The surface of the whip was instantly covered with a layer of blazing dark red flames. It was not the orange-red of ordinary flames, but an almost blackish-red karmic fire. The temperature was so high that it was heart-stopping, but the palm holding the whip handle could not feel the slightest bit of heat.

He tried to wave it.

The whip drew a sharp arc of fire in the air, making a crisp sound as it cut through the air, moving as nimbly as an extension of the body.

This reminded him of the fire chain whip from the movie Ghost Rider.

He was undeniably handsome, but his spiritual energy was being consumed incredibly quickly. The spiritual energy in his dantian was being depleted at a visible rate. Han Chuanyou withdrew his spiritual energy, and the karmic fire on the whip slowly faded away, transforming back into the relatively unassuming black whip.

Even so, its basic power as a Xuan-rank magic weapon is far beyond that of ordinary weapons.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the tip of the whip precisely lifted the glass on the coffee table, pulled it back, and it landed steadily in the left hand.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Burn the souls and flesh of the sinners, so that even the remnants may feel the pain of the victims...

The effect is specifically targeted at those scumbags.

He gripped the whip handle tightly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The name "Grim Reaper" is becoming more and more fitting.

My phone beeped with a message notification in my pocket.

He placed the karmic fire on the table, took out his phone, glanced at it, and raised an eyebrow.

The profile picture was a black cat; it was a message from Kujou Kitsune. This was the first time she had messaged me since we added each other on Line.

[Kujou Kitsuneha: Are you free tomorrow?]

Hanchuan You tapped the screen with her fingertip: [What's wrong? Does Miss Kujo want to go on a date with me?]

The message was quickly marked as read.

[Kujou Kitsuneha: You could say that. Since I said I wanted to make you fall for me, going on dates is an essential part of that.]

Han Chuanyou smiled and said, "Girl, you're too attached to appearances. If you're so eager for me to fall in love with you, I'm afraid you'll be the one who falls first."

Chiyoda Ward, Kujo House, backyard.

Inside the pavilion, a mother and daughter were enjoying the view and feeding the fish.

The koi in the pond swayed their tails leisurely, occasionally splashing water with a crisp sound as they fought over the fish food that was sprinkled into the pond.

Nine Fox Feathers looked down at her phone screen, a bright smile curving her lips.

During this time, she studied a lot of dating strategies, from psychology books to shoujo manga, and she also read a lot of online posts that taught people how to make boys' hearts flutter.

As she got to know her better, Kujou Kitsune felt more and more that love wasn't for her.

The energy expended is completely disproportionate to the gains; it's better to use that time to improve yourself.

However, the thought of seeing his various interesting reactions gave her the interest to try it out.

Seeing her daughter's undisguised smile, Kujo Maki's dignified face showed a hint of doubt.

She put down the fish food in her hand: "Fox Feather, what's making you so happy?"

As the future heir of the Kujo family, she always taught her daughter to hide her emotions.

Emotions are the most obvious weakness of human beings. Only by keeping one's emotions in check can one take the initiative in various situations.

Kujou Kitsuneha has always done a good job, and she rarely sees her like this anymore.

Kujo Kitsune put away her phone, a smile still playing on her lips:

I recently met an interesting person.

"Oh? Boy or girl?"

"Boys."

Kujou no Kitsune did not hide anything.

Kujo Maki raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, then a faint smile appeared on her lips, tinged with a hint of teasing:

Are you feeling the stirrings of first love?

She has no intention of interfering in her daughter's love life.

Regardless of the outcome, it's a life experience that leads to personal growth.

As for the so-called marriage alliances between those powerful families, given the current status of the Kujo family, such alliances are merely icing on the cake, and there is absolutely no need to wrong Kujo Kitsune.

In addition, as the sole heir of the Kujo family, the only option for the man to marry into the family is to do so. Families of the same level would not allow the man to do so, and smaller families would have even less reason to do so.

"No, we're more like... friends."

After pondering for a moment, Kujou Kitsuneba came to this conclusion.

Initially, she only felt that Han Chuanyou was useful, a trustworthy and useful tool.

Later, the fact that he kept rejecting her advances only fueled her unprecedented desire to conquer him.

As they spent more time together, their dynamic shifted in a different direction. There was no master-servant distinction, no exchange of benefits, just back-and-forth exchanges, testing each other, and trying to gain the upper hand in some aspect.

She liked this feeling.

"Is that all?" Kujo Maki raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Um."

Kujo nods.

Kujo Maki's red lips curved slightly as she picked up a few fish pellets and sprinkled them into the pond.

Watching the koi scramble for food, she said:

"Having a friend is not bad."

……

"I'm free tomorrow, so I can go out and have some fun," Han Chuanyou agreed.

As for where they were going, Kujo Kitsune didn't say.

Ideally, it shouldn't be a place that costs a lot of money, otherwise, she should pay for everything.

Han Chuan You leaned back and lay down on the tatami mat, holding up his phone and looking up at the screen.

The itinerary was arranged by that young lady, so I didn't have to prepare anything myself, which saved me a lot of trouble.

"I'm home, Xiaoyou, are you home?"

Han Chuan Meiyue walked into the living room and was somewhat surprised to see Han Chuan You at home.

"Yeah, school's closed. You must have some inside information, right, Mizuki?"

"I remember now, they said there was a murder in Qingchuan, so it's good that classes are suspended."

Mizuki came to him and slowly knelt down. From Han Chuan You's perspective, Mizuki's face was completely out of sight.

It is said that a woman is stunningly beautiful if she can't see her toes when she looks down, and equally so if she can't see her face when she looks up.

The phone screen was completely covered.

"Mizuki, you're blocking my way."

Han Chuan Meiyue did not respond. She reached out and lifted his head, placing it on her soft thigh. Then her gaze fell on the black leather whip on the coffee table.

"Xiao You, what did you buy here...?"

As she spoke, she picked up the whip and felt that it was rather heavy.

Han Chuanyou immediately stood up, his head brushing against the soft surface, causing a sway, but his attention was completely elsewhere.

Oh no, I forgot to put this away.

He didn't know how to explain the increasingly strange expression on Mizuki's face.