Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

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“In fact, it is not impossible to change this.”

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu grinned, his neat white teeth shining brightly under the neon lights.

"Hey, bro, are you interested in visiting the real Phoenix Palace..."

Chapter 310 My Rules

The cliffs tower into the clouds, and the sea is surging below, rolling up layer upon layer of waves.

The dilapidated wooden house sits alone on the edge of the cliff, as if it is the guardian of the vast ocean.

“It’s really quite crude.”

When seeing the real thing, even Sufeng couldn't help but complain.

A plaque was hung on the dilapidated wooden house, with three large characters "Phoenix Hall" inscribed on it.

"No wonder you built a new branch temple."

He lifted the door curtain of the wooden house and looked down along the wind.

Because he had some understanding of the real Phoenix Palace, he did not enter it immediately, but just watched from across the door.

Although it was pitch black inside, he could still clearly see the humanoid creature hiding in the corner with his eyesight.

Hit shallowly.

To be more precise, it should be a shallow strike after materialization.

An existence that has not had its soul injected into it by the god of death.

"Bro, you seem to know a lot about Phoenix Palace."

Wang Yue of Ermeiwu clapped his hands and grinned, "I didn't expect you to go in right away."

"These shallow beats, but I really want to be intimate with you!"

Su Feng put down his hand that was holding up the door curtain, glanced sideways and replied: "I just have due respect for the unknown."

"You know, in a dangerous place like Soul Society, if you don't have a sense of vigilance, you would have been torn into pieces long ago."

"I am still alive today thanks to this caution and awe."

Wang Yue of Ermei House was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Haha, yes, bro, that's how it should be!"

"Whether it's a Shinigami or a Zanpakuto, we should treat them with respect."

"Only in this way can you truly understand Zanpakutō!"

As they were talking, Wang Yue from Ermeiwu led Sufeng towards the side of Phoenix Palace. The huge passage had poked a big hole in the already dilapidated wooden house.

"Let's go, Windward!"

He looked back and smiled, then leaped into the passage and burst into a series of joyful roars.

Sufeng imitated Wang Yue's behavior in Ermeiwu, and after a long and dark slide, he officially arrived at a cave.

The waterfalls all around were rushing and roaring, splashing water and creating layers of snowflakes.

"Are you surprised? This is the real Phoenix Palace."

Nimaiya Wang Yue smiled mysteriously, "This is also the place where I forged my Zanpakutō!"

"And the method I mentioned before is to rebuild your Zanpakutō, which is Rangin."

"Put your soul into it again!"

"Then, you can fight alongside your Zanpakutō once again..."

Su Feng frowned, as if he understood why Wang Yue from Ermeiwu was so enthusiastic.

He has never hesitated to assume the worst of others, but since arriving at the Spirit King's Palace, all signs have shown that things are far from as simple as they seem.

Reforging the Zanpakutō, if it were any other Shinigami, even if it was Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, he would most likely not be able to resist this kindness.

After all, this is the very basis of the survival of the Grim Reaper.

"I'm sorry, Wang Yue, I refuse."

Sufeng answered decisively:

"Lan Yin has been with me since I was a student in the academy. Now several decades have passed."

"It helps me keep cool in the summer, helps me dry my clothes in the winter, and fights hand in hand with me to kill the enemy."

"In a sense, Lan Yin is my beloved relative, my brother!"

"How can I bear to see it go through such a torment and be remade?"

After the words fell, Wang Yue fell silent.

Never imagined.

Such a seemingly serious guy could actually have the audacity to say such shameless remarks.

You're using your own siblings to hang out the laundry, right?

He is worthy of being Yamamoto Shigekuni's disciple, they are truly of the same lineage!

"Don't refuse in a hurry yet."

Nimaiya Wang Yue was silent for a moment, then said, "In fact, for a Zanpakutō, reforging it is also of great benefit."

"The blade will be harder and contain greater power."

"Is it as hard as this?" Sufeng raised his fist.

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu remained silent again.

This is really impossible to talk about.

You are comparing the fist that crushed Kirinji Tenshiro with his Zanpakuto, right?

"Ahem, yo, bro, I think you have some misunderstandings about Zanpakuto."

Wang Yue of Ermeiwu explained with a bit of embarrassment: "In fact, the strength of its power comes from the god of death itself."

"That is to say, the stronger you are, the stronger the sword will be."

Without giving Sufeng a chance to speak, he waved his hand and immediately made a rock pose.

"No matter how much you talk, it's better to see it for yourself."

“Everyone!!”

“It’s time to start!!”

The spiritual pressure around Nimeiwu Wang Yue rose, burning passionately like a flame:

"Welcome to my—"

“Show time!!!”

The moment the words fell, five spiritual pressures rushed out from around the waterfall, loudly responding to Wang Yue's performance.

"coming!"

"Nimeiwu Guards, come on!"

Five beautiful women of different figures fell from the sky and trampled Wang Yue, the second owner, under their feet.

As if they had witnessed the defeat of Nimaiya Wang Yue just now, his personal guards started forging their Zanpakuto without a word.

The red-haired tomboy-looking Meila Suidao opened her mouth and immediately spewed out a blazing flame with a temperature of thousands of degrees, directly igniting the furnace in front of her.

As the flames erupted violently, Wang Yue of Ermeiwu officially began the process of building it.

The taciturn and bandaged Hammer Palace Sinner pulled out one of his teeth, turned it into a long-handled forging hammer, and threw it into the hands of Ermeiwu Wang Yue.

Strike hard, explode in the furnace.

The ground shook, heat waves surged in the air, and the temperature in the cave soared.

Because Sufeng refused to hand over his Zanpakutō, Nimaiya Wangyue specially made a shallow-strike one.

The process was very gorgeous, like a show of skill.

Colorful flames bloomed brightly in the cave, and as the waterfall poured down, a large amount of white steam instantly rose up and burst, filling the sight.

Although it was not as shocking as I had imagined, it was still a very good performance.

Sufeng clapped very hard, fulfilling the duties of a good audience member.

"How's it going, bro?"

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu wiped the sweat from his forehead, adjusted the sunglasses on his forehead, and handed the brand new sunglasses to Sufeng.

"Do you feel excited?!"

There is a slight difference between Asauchi and Zanpakuto.

It has no guard and the blade is straight, just like a staff knife.

Looking closely at the Asado in his hand, Sufeng suddenly realized that it was somewhat similar to the blank virtual soul developed by Kurotsuchi Mayuri.

The only difference is that one was shaped like a blade, while the other was shaped like a pill.

Of course, the latter is far less sophisticated than the former.

As a sword master, he is quite capable.

"It's really good." Sufeng praised.

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu grinned and was about to speak.

But then I heard Su Feng speak again: "Unfortunately, I still like Lan Yin better now."

"I'm sorry, Senior Sword God, I appreciate your kindness..."

Hearing this, the smile on Wang Yue's face did not fade at all, but instead revealed a bit of weird meaning:

"I really admire you more and more, bro!"

"A true Shinigami should be like you and cherish his Zanpakutō!"

"Oh, in that case, why not let's have a feast!"

"Sweethearts don't want to keep waiting!"

"Let's go!!"

As he spoke, Wang Yue from Ermeiwu put his right hand on Sufeng's shoulder and led him out of the Phoenix Palace like a good friend.

Inside the branch hall is a paradise on earth.

The orioles are chirping and the spring is beautiful.

…………

early morning.

Pulling his hand out from under the softness, Su Feng rubbed his swollen brows, said goodbye to his good friend Wang Yue from Ermeiwu, and left the Phoenix Palace directly.

I have to say that Wang Yue's life in Ermeiwu is indeed enviable.

Fortunately, he had already developed a very strong resistance in Soul Society, so he did not fall into it.

Under the guidance of the magic weapon, Sufeng came to the Lingbanli Palace of Shutara Senjumaru.

As the most concerned person during the trip to the Soul King Palace, Lingban Lidian was quite concerned about the scenery there.

It’s definitely not because of Shutara Senjumaru’s beauty.

Well, yes, that’s it!

Completely different from the style of other Lingbanlidians, dyed cloths of various colors hang down from the dark ceiling, dyeing the empty environment with colorful colors.

It's like a huge dyeing workshop or garment factory.

"Oh, this really surprises me."

A cold voice came from behind the brocade cloth, followed by the sound of wooden wheels rolling on the ground, and Shutara Senjumaru walked out of the darkness with six withered arms floating on his sides.