I'm really not the number one slacker in Soul Society.

"They're not just thinking about getting some fresh air; they're trying to escape hell completely."

At this point, Saito Immortal rolled his eyes: "If you ask me, this is just stupid behavior. A bunch of third-class, at most second-class spiritual power guys actually think they can compete with the will of hell. It's completely overestimating themselves. But no matter what, those idiots are very efficient. Before they are punished by the will of hell, they will definitely cause you a lot of trouble."

"What does this have to do with me?" Shikatori Hakunsai said quietly. "In the end, I'm just a fugitive and a rebel. Even if Seireitei is burned to the ground, it's none of my business."

"You big-breasted monster are still as extreme as ever..." Saito, who is immortal, rolled his eyes. "Although I can't be bothered to care how badly Soul Society is destroyed, I went up to Yhwach to the death to protect Soul Society back then, and my head was crushed. I've already paid back all the debts owed to that old man!"

Lu Quba Yunzhai glared at her: "Who says I'm biased? You have no right to say that."

"Whatever." Saito, the immortal immortal, gave her the middle finger and continued, "But among the people causing trouble this time, there is a particularly dangerous figure... It should be a man who fell into hell more than ten years ago and always wears a red cloak—it was he who gathered together the scattered wicked people, and it was he who proposed to attack the Three Realms!"

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Meanwhile, outside the Blood Burial Seal.

Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi concealed themselves in the woods using Kido, carefully observing the situation.

Yoruichi tapped Urahara Kisuke's head twice with her cat paw and asked, "Well, did you see who it was?"

"I don't understand. The raincoat that guy was wearing seemed to have the effect of blocking people from seeing him from a distance. I couldn't see his face clearly."

Kisuke Urahara scratched his head in frustration: "That mysterious woman actually has allies... and with the Gates of Hell sealed in, things are getting really out of hand."

Yoruichi's eyes darted around, and she came up with a plan: "How about... you fix the loophole in the Blood Burial Seal here and trap all those people inside? You've developed quite a few strange sealing techniques over the years, right? Maybe you can wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

"forgive me……"

Kisuke Urahara sighed: "Although we have devised many plans, none of them have a success rate of more than 50% - we may not care, but Hirako and Watanabe may not. Until we are absolutely certain, it is best to continue this 'cooperation'."

"That was really frustrating."

Yoruichi licked her paws: "Or... why don't you go to 'home' and get some help?"

When the so-called "home" was mentioned, Kisuke Urahara's expression changed immediately.

“What a terrible joke…” he sighed. “What right do I have to go back?”

Upon hearing this, Yoruichi's eyebrows... well, cats don't have eyebrows.

In short, she angrily slapped Kisuke Urahara on the head, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

She nimbly leaped onto a tree branch, her bright yellow eyes flashing with anger, and then scolded, "That was entirely the Urahara family's fault. They're the ones who should be ashamed to face you!"

"Miss Yoruichi..."

Kisuke Urahara winced as he rubbed the large welt from the cat's claws, sighing, "There's no point in obsessing over right and wrong. We should learn from..."

Halfway through his speech, an alarm sounded from his cane.

"what?"

Kisuke Urahara was immediately taken aback. He abandoned his argument with Yoruichi and immediately straightened up, pointing his cane at the direction of the Blood Burial Seal.

The beeping grew louder, and Kisuke Urahara's face turned pale.

Seeing this, Yoruichi jumped back onto his shoulder, leaned over, and asked curiously, "What's this? Has something serious happened?"

"I installed a sensor in Red Princess to detect the density of hellish miasma."

Kisuke Urahara swallowed hard and looked up at the barrier: "Just now, the reading suddenly spiked to the warning level... Did those guys open the gates of hell?"

Nie Ye's eyes widened: "Huh? Doesn't that mean things are in big trouble?"

"Not necessarily... As long as the damage isn't too severe, the Gates of Hell can repair themselves." Kisuke Urahara paced back and forth a few times, then continued anxiously, "Those guys are very strong. Even if something tries to take advantage of the situation to come out of Hell, it will be stopped..."

“But who can be sure that their goal is really the so-called Kuchiki Echo River, and not the Gates of Hell inside…” He scratched his head vigorously, then suddenly turned his intense gaze to Yoruichi.

Yoruichi was taken aback by his gaze: "W-what's wrong?"

"Miss Yoruichi, please do me a favor." Kisuke Urahara clasped his hands together and nodded sincerely, "Go to the basement and get my 'secret weapon against hellish creatures'! And as soon as possible!"

"Don't...don't look at me like that..."

A non-existent blush flashed across Yoruichi's jet-black cat-like face. She turned her head away, coughed lightly, and said:

"Okay, I'll go now."

Chapter 172: The Mysterious Red Cloak

"A red cloak?"

The intriguing information caught Mima's attention. He took two steps forward, leaned in, and asked, "What kind of red cloak?"

Saito, who is immortal, reacted in a manner perfectly consistent with her personality. Instead of answering the question, she raised her eyebrows and retorted in the distinctive triad boss's trilled tongue, "Who are you? Can't you see I'm talking to the big-breasted monster?"

"cough……"

Lu Qubaiyunzhai cleared his throat, somewhat awkwardly saying, "She and I are business partners... well, to put it simply, I'm currently staying at..."

She seemed to want to expose Watanabe Yama's affair directly, but when the time came, she suddenly changed the subject and said, "I am now under her protection, so I guess you could say she has done me a favor."

The reason for the change of address was that Aizen, who was standing behind her, had already spoken to her before they arrived—not to talk about anything related to Watanabe Yama in front of Aizen.

"Huh? This isn't like you at all!"

Saito, the immortal, looked Shikatori Hakunsai and Yama up and down with a suspicious gaze, then his expression suddenly became alert: "Wait, you...you don't actually like women, do you?"

As she spoke, she shrank back a bit, a hint of fear appearing in her yakuza-like eyes: "No wonder you used to always come to my room... Pfft!"

Without any mercy, Shikatori Hakunsai smashed the scabbard hard against Saito's immortal head.

"You should take your brain out and wash it, so it won't always be filled with filth."

With astonishing speed, she plucked a long, pinkish-purple hair and twirled it around her index finger: "Or can I do it for you? I've never tried making a contract with a hellish creature before, you could be the first."

"Ahem, just kidding, just kidding."

A bead of sweat trickled down Saito's immortal forehead.

After seeing Shikatori Hakunsai wrap her hair around a few times and braid it into a rough human shape, her PTSD-like fear became even more pronounced.

"I'm sorry, I apologize!"

She made a loud noise, took a step forward, apologized, and snatched the hair from Shikagura Hakuryuu's hand. Then she rolled her eyes in relief: "You big-breasted monster really can't take a joke..."

"Either get down to business, or shut up."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say will be whatever it is."

Meeting Shikato Hakunsai's cold gaze, Saito Immortal raised his hands in surrender, which slightly eased the former's expression.

But the next second, she rolled her eyes and gave him a look that could only be described as sly.

"—You're already over two thousand years old, it's time you found someone. You don't want to end up like me and Yachiru, alone forever, do you?" Halfway through her sentence, she turned to look at Mima and asked, "Hey you over there, Yachiru, she's probably not married yet, right?"

Mijin's lips twitched twice, and she hesitated before answering, "Well...no, not really..."

"So, someone like her who only knows how to kill people her whole life is really boring." Saito, the immortal being, chuckled twice. "If I hadn't been killed by that bastard Yhwach before I even found a decent man, I'd probably be seeing the descendants of ...

"The interpretation of the Swastika is the great agreement with the universe."

Shikatori Hakunsai whispered a command, and the Zanpakuto in her hand transformed into a set of paper and pen. She quickly wrote several clauses and her own name on them, then grabbed Saito's immortal wrist and tried to have him sign them.

"It seems you really miss me. Why don't you experience my abilities again?"

Saito's immortal expression froze for a moment—then he immediately began to struggle desperately.

"Let go! You big-breasted monster who can't take a joke, let go of me! It's no use doing that! Don't waste your time!"

She retreated with all her might like a fish about to be caught on a chopping board, but Shikatori Hakunsai remained unmoved, slowly pulling her thumb onto the contract and gently drawing a circle—then the Bankai paper immediately burst into flames without fire.

Lu Qu Baiyunzhai raised his head and looked at her silently.

The spiritual pressure of the two was linked by some kind of force.

The next moment, a strange rustling sound suddenly rang out.

On Saito's immortal wrists, chest, neck, and lower abdomen, hellish chains extended directly from his flesh. As the contract burned, these chains trembled violently. First one chain broke, then the second and the third. The chains broke one after another, and Shikato Hakunsai's spiritual pressure plummeted.

A fragment of the contract floated past Mi Zhen's eyes, on which was written: "[You shall not be bound in any way]".

Shikato Hakunsai... wants to release Saito Immortal from hell!

For these two old friends whose friendship spanned a thousand years, bickering was ultimately just a formality—Shikato Hakunsai decided to do it the moment he saw Saito, who was immortal, emerge from hell.

Only at times like these does Shikatori Hakunsai, who appears to be a quiet and gentle girl, reveal the decisiveness and ruthlessness befitting the title of "First Captain".

But... her efforts seemed to be in vain... several of the thinner chains broke one after another, but the two chains on her torso and lower abdomen only trembled, showing no sign of disintegration.

"I've already said it, doing this is pointless."

Saito Immortal sighed: "I'm not the kind of person you can just pick on anywhere. I'm afraid even the old man in the mountains can't break these two chains."

"Shut up……"

Lu Qubaiyunzhai swayed, almost falling forward, but she quickly steadied herself, wiping the large beads of sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. Her eyes remained cold and resolute: "You... can't control what I do."

They may be sharp-tongued, but they can't change reality.

The contract, which was floating in the air, shattered amidst the tremors of the chains of hell, and the spiritual pressure channel connecting Shikato Hakuryuu and Saito's immortality also broke.

The leg of Shikato Hakuryuu, who could easily suppress Kuchiki Hiragawa and render Shihouin Hyakugetsu immobile, went limp. If Mima hadn't caught her in time, she might have collapsed due to her spiritual pressure running out.

She seemed to have truly poured all her spiritual pressure into the contract she had just made, leaving none behind.

Such decisive action...

The friendship between these two original captains was actually that deep...

"help me……"

With his physical strength also depleted along with his spiritual pressure, Shikatori Hakunsai struggled to lift his head and looked at Mima, saying, "Help me... release her... If that happens, I can do anything for you."

Don't listen to her!

Saito, the immortal being, hardened his expression and shouted:

"Even if you have the ability, don't do it! Hell has its own will and will see this. If you don't want to be blacklisted by Hell, stop!"

This is not an exaggeration.

Even those who aren't from the Urahara family know that if Hell had a will, it would be an extremely impartial being. It doesn't care about anything outside the rules, but it will always severely punish those who break the rules, without exception.

As for the specific punishment... everyone dies. If you offend hell, you can forget about reincarnation after you die. The messengers of hell will open the gates and drag you in, subjecting you to all sorts of tortures.