Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

The striking and blowing of different musical instruments create a piece of music that is elegant inside and out, and subtly conveys a sense of welcome.

Following the sound of the music, what came into view was an elegant woman with pale skin and pretty features.

She has medium-length black hair with side bangs, and wears intricate golden hair accessories and a white shawl with buckles. On her sides are six golden skeleton arms that are constantly dancing with musical instruments.

Member of the Zero Division, the Northern God General, Oori-no-mori, the creator of the Death Hegemony Suit——

Shutara Senjumaru.

Compared to the rough-looking Hyoshubu Ichibei, Sufeng was obviously more interested in this one.

He remembered clearly that this person was also one of the only two people in Squad Zero who could display Bankai.

With a wave of his sleeves, he shook the three realms!

"It's been a long time since any guest came to the Spirit King Palace."

Hyoshubu Ichibei clapped his hands and said in a familiar manner, "You should be the new disciple of Yamamoto Shigekuni, right?"

"The 23rd head of the Tsunayashiro family, captain of the 9th division, Tsunayashiro Sufu."

"He really has a handsome appearance, but compared to a monk like me, he seems a little thin."

The words fell.

Next to him was Shutara Senjumaru, who very appropriately revealed a look of disdain:

"But most women in the world like the way Su Fengjun looks."

"Master, you are obviously not welcome..."

In response, Sufeng nodded in approval.

This can be proven by facts.

Upon hearing this, Ichibei of the Hyoshubu scratched his head, then laughed heartily, very heroically:

"Haha, it doesn't matter. I don't rely on my looks to make a living as a monk!"

"Wang Yue is still communicating with his Zanpakutō in his Reibanriden, and Hikifune Kiryu is preparing a welcome banquet for you."

He came to Sufeng in a familiar manner and introduced the situation of the Spirit King Palace in a familiar manner.

"It seems like there should be one more person."

Su Feng asked doubtfully, "If I remember correctly..."

"It's me, the master!"

An arrogant voice suddenly came from behind, followed by a strong spiritual pressure.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to solidify and turn into a sticky gelatinous substance.

Every breath was like swallowing glue. The airway was blocked and the instinct of life became extremely difficult.

It was not until this moment that the true appearance of the Spirit King Palace was revealed to Sufeng.

The concentration of spirit particles far exceeds that of the three realms, making it impossible for people to adapt quickly.

If it was a deputy captain-level Shinigami, when he first entered the Soul King Palace, he would even be overwhelmed and curled up on the ground, unable to breathe.

Fortunately, Sufeng is a little bit stronger than the deputy captain-level Grim Reaper.

The moment the opponent's spiritual pressure attacked, he reacted and instinctively fought back.

When the nose of the black plane was about to land in front of Sufeng, an unimaginable force suddenly hit the chest of the person behind him.

In just a moment, the person behind him rolled out of Omotesando like a meteor, splashing on the wide street, looking extremely embarrassed.

What surprised Sufeng was that despite suffering such a severe blow, the opponent was not hurt at all.

Moreover, the punch he threw with his backhand didn't seem to hit flesh, but rather more like hammering on steel.

The power of the king's key?

Su Feng's eyes flashed, and the flying figure had instantly returned to his side. Its speed was so fast that it was even beyond his visual capture.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been able to defeat me."

"You are very interesting, man!"

The man had a thin face, a crew cut with a hook at the end, a broken straw stick in his mouth, and his long-sleeved short-sleeved haori was open, revealing his dusty upper body.

The creator of the Eastern God General, the Spring Ghost, the Bone Hell, and the Blood Pond Hell——

Tian Shilang of Qilin Temple.

Just when this guy was building up his spiritual pressure and preparing to attack, he was punched on the head of the plane by Hyoshubu Ichibei, and he immediately fell heavily to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry."

The monk was sincere and honest, and apologized, "This guy from Qilin Temple is not very reliable. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Sufeng gladly accepted the other party's apology.

Until now, he still didn't know what the purpose of Squad Zero inviting him to the Soul King Palace was.

Judging from the surface, except for the guy named Kirinji Tenshiro who is not quite normal, the other two were very friendly.

One elegant woman in particular, her charming gaze wandered over his body many times, as if measuring his size.

But the superficial atmosphere is still superficial.

Even without using any means, just relying on the effect of high spirit particle affinity.

Su Feng could sense that there was a faint sense of oppression in the air of the Spirit King Palace.

It's as if the gravity has been multiplied several times.

"Oh, it looks like Hikifune's banquet is ready."

Hyoshubu Ichibei stretched out his hand as if looking in the direction of Omote-sandō.

"Come on, Sufeng!"

“This will be a feast of food you’ve never tasted before!”

The exaggerated smile made Su Feng stunned. Has the long life of one million years made this monk who knows everything go crazy?

I'm afraid even Yamamoto Genryusai has never been treated like this?

He was just the captain of the 9th Division, the ruler of Soul Society in secret, the head of one of the five noble families, and the only one of the two transcendents in the Three Realms...

It seems to be worthy of a grand welcome.

Su Feng's expression was a little dazed. Unconsciously, he seemed to have become one of the few high-ranking beings in the Three Realms.

Even a big shot like Squad Zero needs to be treated with caution when facing me.

Although I don't know whether it's sincere or fake.

In Omotesando, in the huge square, countless divine soldiers dressed in black and wrapped tightly all over their bodies were neatly arranging various foods with tempting aromas in an orderly manner.

Looking around, there was not a single dish repeated at the huge banquet.

In the center of the banquet, a purple-haired woman with a huge spatula and a very sexy look was directing the divine soldiers to arrange the food.

It is not difficult to judge her identity from the spiritual pressure that constantly emanates from her body and the food that is born under her hands.

The Southern God General, the King of the Valley, the creator of the temporary soul technology -

Towing a boat with Kiryu.

Sufeng was very glad that he didn't look like her when he first met Hikari Kiryu.

There is no doubt that this look is more eye-catching now.

"Well, is Wang Yue still busy?"

Hikifune Kiryu glanced at Reiban Riden in the sky and said, "The guests have obviously arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light descended from the sky.

What followed was a huge spiritual pressure that was extremely powerful and contained a sharp aura.

"Yo!"

There was a loud shout and a figure dropped from the sky.

"I am the number 1 Zanpakuto creator!"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five!"

"Finally, four, three, and two-house Oh-Etsu!"

The man had black punk curly hair, wore wide-frame sunglasses, a grass green shirt and exaggerated slippers.

The outer lining of the haori is more like a sleeveless down jacket.

He has dark skin and a very bright toothy smile.

Western God, God of Swords, creator of Zanpakuto——

Ermeiwu Wang Yue!

"Hey, welcome to the Spirit King Palace, long-lost guest!"

After Wang Yue finished his opening remarks, he jumped in front of Sufeng and behaved more enthusiastically than Hyoshubu Ichibei.

But his gaze immediately fell on Sufeng's waist.

To be more precise, it should be on the two Zanpakutō that are symmetrical on the left and right.

Under Sufeng's strange gaze, Wang Yue from Ermeiwu squatted at his feet without caring about his image, staring at the two knives with a serious expression.

"One is the ancestral Zanpakutō of the Tsunayashiro family, Yanra Kagano."

Sufeng nodded in acknowledgment.

Although it is rarely used, we have to admit that Yanluo Jingdian is still very useful at certain times.

Especially after Mayuri Kurotsuchi developed a method of use with no side effects.

“Its existence has a long history!”

Wang Yue spoke with an inexplicable rhythm, but there was also a sense of forced rhyme.

This made Sufeng think of an old friend of his from Yawei.

"Strictly speaking, it's ahead of me!"

Wang Yue said seriously, "It has something to do with Lord Spirit King's power, but I don't know the details."

When forced rhyme fails, I can only return to the normal rhythm of speaking.

"What about the other one?"

Sufeng was still quite curious about his own Lan Yin.

Especially after he used a special method to break through the boundary of the God of Death using the channel of his Zanpakuto, Lan Yin himself had already changed.

Wang Yue stood up, with a complicated expression, hesitating to speak:

"I have seen countless Zanpakuto."

"Even the monk's Ichimonji, Ci Luo, Yan Luo Jing Dian, and Hachi Jing Jian have never made me feel so strange."

"Your knife is like a mirror, reflecting my appearance."

"I communicated with it, but received no response..."

Sufeng nodded, not surprised at all.

Strictly speaking, from the day he broke through the boundaries of the God of Death, Ran Gin was no longer a pure Zanpakutō.

Like Aizen, he became a transcendent by relying on the power of the Hogyoku.

As a transcendent being, Yhwach inherited the power of the Soul King.

Others become transcendents, with either the power of the void, the power of the Spirit King, or some other unidentifiable power.

And tracing the wind comes from within oneself.

The shape, state and ability of a Zanpakutō are based on one's own soul.

The Shinigami gains power by knowing the name of the Zanpakuto given to him and by having spiritual conversations with it.

The initial liberation is called Shikai, and the second development is called Bankai.