Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Han Chuan You stopped in his tracks.

The motorcycle roared closer and charged straight at him.

Seeing that he didn't move aside, the people on the bus assumed he was going to meddle and shouted, "Hey kid in front! Get lost!"

Han Chuanyou turned to the side, and just as the motorcycle brushed past him, he reached out and grabbed the shoulder bag that the man on the back seat was carrying under his arm.

The man felt an immense force, and his hand went empty; the bag was gone. The huge pulling force caused the motorcycle to lurch violently, almost throwing him and the motorcycle off the road.

"Are you looking for death?!"

The man in the back seat steadied himself and turned around to glare at him fiercely.

The person in the front seat also gripped the brakes, preparing to turn around and teach this reckless guy a lesson.

Before they could turn around, police lights flashed in their rearview mirror, and the headlights of a patrol car were coming from the other end of the street. The roar of a motorcycle must have attracted their attention.

"Just you wait!"

The man uttered a harsh remark, patted his companion on the shoulder, and the motorcycle roared off again, turning a corner and disappearing into the night.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The woman staggered over, clutching her recovered handbag, bowing repeatedly, her fingers trembling as she unzipped the purse and reached for the money inside.

"You're welcome." Han Chuanyou waved his hand. "Go to the hospital to get your injuries checked."

He turned and left.

The woman opened her mouth, wanting to ask for contact information, but the figure had already walked away.

Han Chuanyou turned into a dirty and messy alley.

Are you going to make me wait? Then I'll just offer myself up.

He simply didn't want to cause trouble for others.

He lowered his body, using earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape into the ground), and disappeared into the ground. High in the sky, the paper puppet looked down at the entire block and took in the motorcycle's movements. He then sped after the motorcycle.

Having anticipated the motorcycle's route, Han Chuanyou revealed himself at the entrance of an alleyway by the roadside.

A ferocious Asura mask covered his face, and his aura suddenly turned cold and sharp.

With a wave of his hand, a long black whip appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Motorcycles roared past the alley entrance.

With a flick of his wrist, Han Chuanyou's whip instantly extended, slicing through the air like a serpent and bursting forth.

The whip tip got tangled around the two people on the motorcycle, and he yanked it sharply.

"what!"

The two men broke several ribs instantly due to the sudden stop, and the irresistible force ripped them off the road along with their motorcycle, sending them crashing into the depths of the alley.

The metal rubbed violently against the ground, sending up a string of dazzling sparks.

"you!"

The man in the back seat clutched his head, which was throbbing from the fall, and looked up to see the hideous Asura mask in front of him. His pupils contracted sharply.

The man in the front seat had also gotten up, and the arrogance on his face turned into fear.

"Death...Death?!"

Han Chuanyou didn't speak, but simply raised the whip in his hand. Karmic fire rose from the whip, the dark red flames like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"You are guilty."

"I...we..."

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Just as the two were about to beg for mercy, before they could finish speaking, the long whip came down and struck them.

The karmic fire that ignited did not directly burn their skin, but seeped into their flesh and bones, and penetrated deep into their souls.

The man in the back seat who was responsible for snatching the items froze, his pupils dilating suddenly.

Before him was no longer a dimly lit alley, but the faces of the victims they had robbed.

The women who were dragged down, the men who were stabbed, the elderly who were thrown off their motorcycles and suffered head injuries...

Screams, cries, pleas—all the sounds flooded his eardrums like a tidal wave.

"Ah! No—"

He clutched his head, his body convulsing violently, feeling a pain that seemed to penetrate his very soul.

The fire of karma burned within him, scorching his soul, making him feel the sins he had committed and every bit of pain he had inflicted on others.

The homeless man who had his welfare money stolen by them last winter eventually froze to death in his tent due to cold and hunger.

And the old lady he dragged down, her head hit the road, bleeding profusely, and she never woke up again.

At this moment, his body felt as if it were in extreme cold, and the back of his head felt as if it had been repeatedly struck by a blunt object, his skull on the verge of cracking.

"Cold! So cold... It hurts... It hurts so much!"

The man in the front seat also fell to the ground and rolled around, bleeding from his seven orifices. Then, his blood, like fuel, was ignited and burst into dark red flames.

They felt the pain of each victim, whether physical or psychological.

The despair of having your livelihood stolen, the fear of being slashed by a sharp blade, the pain of being dragged along and having your flesh rubbed against your skin...

All the evil they had suffered backfired on them at that moment.

The karmic fire burned ever brighter.

Dark red flames spread outward from the two men's bodies, engulfing their limbs, torsos, and heads.

They opened their mouths, but no sound came out, because their vocal cords had been burned, and dark red flames were coming out of their mouths.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with endless fear and remorse.

But repentance came too late.

The flames licked the air, making a faint crackling sound.

A few minutes later, the flames went out, leaving only two piles of grayish-white ashes on the ground, which were scattered in the dirty alley by the night wind.

Han Chuanyou put away his long whip, his eyes behind the mask showing no emotion.

You have killed two evil demonic cultivators and seized 30 low-grade spirit stones.

What a worthless piece of trash.

He turned around, his body sinking into the ground and disappearing into the night in an instant.

In the alley, only ashes remained, drifting in the wind like ghosts with nowhere to go.

The experiment is over.

The power of a Xuan-rank magic weapon is indeed great, and it is indeed satisfying to deal with these scumbags, but it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. It is fine to deal with one or two people, but it becomes troublesome when there are many people. Therefore, the main weapon should still be Qingling.

One slash and you're done for a Japanese head, that's no worse than this.

……

Breakfast time.

Han Chuan Mei Yue felt a little resentful that he could rest at home.

She stirred her coffee and complained:

"You're really having an easy time, Yu. School's suspended. Why doesn't Death come to the Metropolitan Police Department to take down a few of those bastards? Maybe then we could take a few days off from work too."

Han Chuan You was somewhat speechless:

"Whether the Grim Reaper will go is one thing, but if he really goes and kills a few people, are you sure it won't increase your workload?"

"That's true." Mizuki Hanakawa gave up on the idea.

After taking a sip of milk, Han Chuanyou said directly:

"Mizuki, I want to go out and have fun today, give me some money."

Although he wanted to eat and drink for free at Miss Kujo's place, as a man, he would feel embarrassed if he didn't have any money.

Mizuki Hanakawa took out her wallet, casually pulled out 5,000 yen, and asked casually, "Who are you with?"

"New friends".

"girl?"

A woman's intuition is just that sharp.

"So clever."

Mizuki paused in taking out her money, then pulled two bills back from the five thousand yen.

"Hey, Mizuki, 3,000 yen isn't enough."

"Taking my money to go on dates with other girls, you really know how to do that. Three thousand yen is enough. If you think it's not enough, I won't give you any more."

Although I had long anticipated that the child I had raised would one day experience what people of this age go through.

But it still makes one feel a little heartbroken to have to pay for his dates out of his own pocket.

It's not just heartbreaking, what's the difference between this and paying to be cheated on?

"That's enough, that's enough." Han Chuan You smiled and took the money. "Don't worry, Mei Yue, she and I are just friends. In my heart, you will always be number one."

Hankawa Mitsuki rolled her eyes at him:

"That's a classic scumbag statement."