In Soul Society, I just want to retire

At this point in time, it should be just some scattered Quincy causing trouble, so there is no need to take it too seriously.

"When you see someone, try to catch him alive. If you can't catch him alive, it doesn't matter if you kill him. Anyway, the decision-making power is in your hands, you can do whatever you want!" Yamabuki Ditang patted Fuzhu's shoulder. This child lacked confidence because he was weak and sickly since childhood. As a teacher, he should encourage him well.

Ukitake has already got the answer. Apart from his teacher, the only person who can absorb spirit particles is the Quincy. Since it was not his teacher who did it, it must be the Quincy making a comeback. This matter must be taken extra seriously.

Ukitake Jushiro bids farewell to Yamabuki Detang and goes to those villages again to look for clues.

After Fuzhu left, Feng Yuan's figure appeared in the office.

Of course, Feng Yuan only revealed that information after getting Shanbuki Ditang's consent. Otherwise, even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare to leak any information about Shanbuki Ditang.

"By the way, Feng Yuan, I remember your wife is about to give birth, right? You must invite me to have a drink of full moon wine when the baby is one month old." Shanchui Ditang looked at Feng Yuan with a smile. They were old friends, so he had to give her this face.

Feng Yuan was a little flattered and nodded quickly.

Many times, your leader treats you as a brother, but you cannot lose your sense of propriety.

Feng Yuan has a good grasp of this balance.

He is truly a veteran in the workplace.

Ukitake Jushiro returned to the village but found no other useful clues. Feng Yuan also returned to the scene in advance to persuade him: "Deputy Captain Ukitake, there is no need to worry. There is still half a month left. You are not in good health, so you should go back and rest first! How about leaving the protection of the scene to me?"

Fuzhu shook his head slightly. He had a premonition that something like this would happen again. "Vice Captain Feng Yuan, do you have a map of the area? Let me see!"

Feng Yuan brought the map of the area nearby. There were four villages where such strange things happened. Suddenly, Fuzhu frowned, and he drew a light stroke on the map with his finger, and found that these four villages were actually next to the same river.

"Deputy Captain Feng Yuan, do you know the chronological order of the incidents in these villages?" Fuzhu asked.

Feng Yuan shook his head. He didn't know the answer to this question.

Ukitake was almost certain that the other party would continue to commit crimes in the next few days.

The four villages form a straight line on the map, like a snake, and there is a village upstream and downstream of the river.

"In other words, the enemy's next target is the village upstream or downstream?" Fuzhu muttered to himself, but if there is no way to distinguish the time when the incidents happened in the four villages, it is unknown whether the enemy's activity trajectory is from upstream to downstream, or from downstream to upstream.

"Captain Feng Yuan, split the troops into two groups. You lead your men to guard the village upstream. If there is any problem, notify me immediately with the Hell Butterfly. I will be stationed alone in the village downstream. Similarly, if any situation occurs, I will immediately notify you with the Hell Butterfly." Fuzhu said.

Feng Yuan's main characteristic is being obedient. Although both parties are now vice-captains, it is almost a foregone conclusion that Fuzhu will become the captain. Therefore, he does not feel annoyed at all when being ordered by Fuzhu. Instead, he works very diligently. How could anyone not like such a subordinate?

Fuzhu came to the village downstream alone. There were not many people in this small village, only three or four hundred at most. Although there were not many people, it still looked quite lively. Moreover, in this era, news was blocked, and the villagers here had no idea that the village not far away had disappeared.

"What a pretty girl!"

When Fuzhu was walking on the road, he was surrounded by many people. With his white clothes and white hair, he could easily be mistaken for a girl if not seen from the front. Fuzhu could only smile and explain that he was a boy, and then naturally mingled with the villagers here and inquired for information by the way.

"Old man, have there been any strangers coming to your village recently?" Fu Zhu asked with a smile. In those days, transportation was blocked and most people had never left the village in their lives.

The souls that come to this world after death basically land in that village and live there, rarely leaving, so any outsiders who enter will definitely be conspicuous.

The old man, carrying a hoe on his shoulder, shook his head and said, "No, I didn't see you. You are the only outsider who has come recently. By the way, is there anything wrong?"

"I... I'm a traveler passing through. I'll be staying for a few days and then leaving. Can you take me to a place where I can stay? I can give you some money as a reward." You can tell at a glance that Fuzhu is a good person. His affinity is immediately maximized. The old man took Fuzhu back to his home without hesitation.

"You can live here! If you need anything, just tell me anytime." The old man said readily.

Sorry, but if you are good-looking you can really do whatever you want.

Chapter 183: The Hunted Boy

Tonight's dinner was very ordinary roasted sweet potatoes. Fuzhu enjoyed the meal very much and told the old couple about his experiences during his travels. Although the old couple looked older than Fuzhu, their actual age might not be as old as Fuzhu. Although Fuzhu looked young on the surface, he was actually over two hundred years old.

These after-dinner stories bring a touch of color to the lives of the old couple.

"By the way, old man, did you really not see any strangers appear in the village? This matter is very important!" Fuzhu said seriously.

The old man patted his chest and guaranteed that his family's fields were right at the entrance of the village. If there really were outsiders, they would definitely see them immediately. That was strange. Could it be that the group's target was not this village at all?

After the old couple fell asleep, Fuzhu used the Hell Butterfly to inform Feng Yuan and explain the situation here. However, Feng Yuan could not find any useful information. For a while, both sides were in a stalemate and could only wait and see.

The first two days were fine, and Fuzhu lived quite comfortably in this small village. But on the third day, his cold suddenly worsened and he kept coughing. The old couple was very worried about him, but there was no doctor in this small village. If they wanted the jersey, they had to go to a larger village forty kilometers away.

"No...it's okay! This is an old problem. No medicine will help! I won't die. You don't have to worry about me."

Ukitake said this while coughing violently, and it didn't seem convincing at all. When old man came back from Tianzhong at dusk, he handed two pears to Ukitake in his arms.

Hopefully, this will temporarily alleviate Ukitake's condition.

After three days of getting to know each other, Fuzhu learned that the old couple actually had a son, but because of the constant wars in the world, their son was captured and forced to serve as a soldier and never came back, leaving the old couple alone to starve to death in the chaotic world.

Although there is a serious class gap in Soul Society, if you work hard, you can still survive.

The two of them are very satisfied with their current life.

Fuzhu knew that he could not help much and could only listen quietly.

When Feng Yuan learned that Fuzhu's condition had worsened, he immediately sent people to deliver various medicines and food.

Ukitake is already a very famous sickly fellow in the Gotei 13. Many Shinigami just can't understand why this sickly fellow has such high combat power?

"Deputy Captain Feng Yuan is really thoughtful. When he came out, he had already anticipated that my condition might worsen, and brought all kinds of medicines in advance. He really deserves to be a senior!" Fuzhu couldn't help but sigh.

After taking the medicine, Fuzhu felt much better.

Maybe the medicine contained sleeping pills. After taking it, he slept very soundly tonight and fell asleep early.

But tonight, something unexpected happened.

It was early autumn at this time. There was a cold wind blowing at night. A few dark clouds were floating across the sky, and a light rain began to fall.

The autumn rain is particularly cold, and when it hits people's skin it feels like steel needles piercing the body.

Outside the small village, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps. A young man was seen running towards the village desperately, covering his injured arm, with several black shadows flashing behind him.

The young man opened the Lingzi bow and shot three arrows, but unfortunately they were dodged by the three people behind him.

The rain wet the boy's cheeks. In the very faint starlight, I saw that his arm was pierced through and the bleeding could not be stopped. With such a serious injury, the boy's body could not stop shaking slightly in the autumn rain.

"Who are you? Why are you keeping pestering me?" The young man held the bow in one hand and looked at the enemies with a pale face.

The boy himself is a Quincy. Although he is a Quincy, he has never actively used his abilities, nor has he destroyed Hollows. He has always lived an ordinary life, but the arrival of these people broke his peaceful days.

These weirdos were wearing uniform white clothes and looked like they were members of a certain organization.

There were three people in charge of hunting down the boy, all of them were men. The spiritual pressure of any one of them was far superior to that of the boy. If they had not wanted to capture the boy alive, he would have died in their hands long ago.

Although the boy was a Quincy, he had never actively used his abilities, so he was naturally no match for these people.

"You're asking who we are?" One of the men said with a sarcastic smile, "Since you're asking sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you."

The man waved his hand lightly, and a Lingzi bow of exactly the same style appeared in his hand.

The boy could hardly believe his eyes.

"You...you are also a Quincy? So we are compatriots? Then why are you chasing me? Have I offended you in any way?" The young man asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The man said with a cold face, "Do you know the nursery rhyme that's popular among the Quincies? The Quincy King takes nine hundred years to restore his heartbeat..."

"Ninety years to regain consciousness, nine years to regain strength, and nine days to conquer the world? Isn't this just a nursery rhyme?" the boy asked in confusion.

His mother sang this nursery rhyme to him when he was a child, so he has a deep memory of it.

The man extended his middle finger, gently nudged his glasses, and said arrogantly, "This isn't just a nursery rhyme; it's a prophecy. Our king was defeated by the god of death hundreds of years ago. Hundreds of years later, our king will return. To avoid being abandoned by the king, we must master even more powerful powers. Young man, feel honored. You are worthy enough to be our test subject."

"Yongyao! Who wants to be your test subject? You're going to kill so many people just for a nursery rhyme? Are you mentally ill? Can't the dead just be buried properly? How can they possibly be resurrected?" The young man started to complain furiously. Although his family wasn't wealthy, at least they had enough food and clothing. He was quite satisfied with his life. Then one day, these lunatics showed up, saying that their king would lead them to overthrow the world...

Isn't this world a good place? Why is it being overturned? These people are all crazy!

"Young man! It's none of your business to say anything about this kind of thing!" The man instantly used his flying sickle kick to get behind the young man, grabbed his neck with his hand, and forcibly pried open the young man's mouth with his fingers, and threw a strange little ball into his mouth.

"What did you give me to eat..."

"Good stuff, if you eat this you will have infinite power." said the man.

The boy felt his body begin to change, and an unknown power awakened within him.

Chapter 184: Incomplete Holy Communion

Hundreds of years ago, when Yamabuki Detou and Yhwach fought, Yamabuki Detou once displayed the final form of the Quincy, the Perfect Holy Body.

At that time, Yhwach was thinking, "Holy crap! The Quincy's power can be used like this? I didn't know it!"

This god-like gesture was recorded after the war and has been circulated among the Quincies ever since.

The Quincies are all human, with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years. In this era, the average human lifespan is only forty or fifty years old. In the past nearly three hundred years, five or six generations have passed, and everyone regards this incident as a legend.

But there are always a few people who don't believe it.

Many people discovered that the power of the Quincy did not seem to have reached its peak, and they continued to study along this line.

"This small ball I pushed into your body is a collection of highly concentrated spirit particles. It will give you a god-like feeling. Enjoy this power. You will be addicted! If you can still survive." After the man let the boy swallow the small ball, he quickly retreated. The boy only felt a huge force exploding in his body. When the spirit particles reach a certain density, quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

"Crack, crack, crack!" The young man's back made a horrible sound of flesh breaking, and a pair of blood-stained wings of light stretched out from his back. The scene was like the arrival of an evil god, very terrifying.

But this power is simply out of control.

Even if one uses this method to enter the state of perfect holy body, the human mind and body will suffer a double collapse, as shown by Yamabuki Deitō, who was the first to awaken the perfect holy body.

After entering the holy body state, the boy's body began to frantically devour the spirit particles around him. Everything in Soul Society is made up of spirit particles, every blade of grass, every mountain, every stone, and even people themselves are spirit particles. The power in the boy's body completely ran wild, like an endless black hole, and began to devour the spirit particles around him.

"Looks like we've failed again!" the man said in a very cold voice, "Are the stories recorded in the ancient books true? Can anyone really control such terrifying divine power?"

He expressed doubts.

At this time, the boy had already begun to devour the surrounding buildings. If this continued, when the concentration of spiritual particles reached a critical point, his body and soul would enter a state of annihilation, and all spiritual particles would return to nature, and naturally there would be no difference in spiritual pressure.

Everyone thought that this experiment would be exactly the same as the previous one, and the village would be destroyed because of the boy's loss of control, but the next second, a knife appeared out of nowhere.

The silver blade light instantly cut off the wings behind the boy and actually knocked him out of the state of perfect holy body.

"What?" the man was shocked.

How could anyone get close to the boy in this state?

They hurriedly looked towards the center of the vortex, and saw a man in white clothes and white hair holding two swords, easily cutting off the light wings.

"Nonsense, right? How is this possible? That's the power of the divine realm." The man muttered to himself. None of the remaining Quincy could perfectly control the power of the Holy Body. If they swallowed too many spirit particles, they would immediately fall into a state of madness, and their bodies would completely collapse afterwards.

"Finally caught up!" Fuzhu reached out and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. In fact, he was not sure before he chopped down the sword, but the strength of this pair of light wings was not as high as he imagined.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If ordinary people get close, the spirit particles in their bodies will be forcibly devoured! What tricks did you use?" The man asked with a roar on his face, as if his dream was shattered in front of him.

Ukitake did not answer the man's question. It seemed that these people in front of him were the culprits.

The bodies of captain-level Shinigami have an extremely high density of spirit particles, and these spirit particles will not dissipate even after death. In order to prevent these spirit particles from remaining in Soul Society, the Shinigami will perform soul burial rituals to forcibly suppress these souls in hell.

Of course, this is something to be discussed later.

Therefore, even if the Quincy mastered the perfect victory form and the power to devour spirit particles, it is impossible for them to directly devour a captain. Otherwise, there would be no need to fight the thousand-year bloody battle. Wouldn't it be better to just surrender?

"I am a Shinigami from the Gotei 13. You are suspected of destroying souls. Please come with me." Ukitake said very calmly.

Although the probability of the other party surrendering is very small, we still have to say what needs to be said.

Perhaps Ukitake's actions just now were too shocking, which resulted in none of the three Quincies daring to take action in advance.

"How to do?"

The heaviest of the three asked tremblingly, "The Shinigami of the Gotei 13 seem to be very strong. Wasn't it said that the one who defeated our king was a Shinigami?"

"Stupid, even the God of Death has different levels. Judging from his sickly appearance, he should be the lowest level God of Death, right? He must have used some tricks that we don't know about just now! Everyone, come together and capture him and use him as a test subject!" The man bent his bow and shot an arrow. The spirit arrow came like a lightning bolt that cut through the night sky.

Ukitake did not dodge, but directly raised his Pisces Ritual.

The spirit arrow was like a drop in the ocean, and was directly absorbed by the right sword. It was then transmitted to the left sword through the chain and spirit tablet connecting the two swords. Finally, this power turned into a white light and spurted out from the left sword.

The three Quincy were terrified.

Is there anyone in this world who can restrain the power of the Quincy?

How could it be so outrageous?

After a brief fight, Ukitake quickly determined that the strength of these three people was similar to that of ordinary Shinigami members, and he was more than capable of dealing with them.

The man who had been shouting just now turned pale and said to his companions, "You two, hold him back! This is a great sacrifice. How many people want this job but can't get it! I will definitely remember you!"

After saying this, the man turned and ran away.

But before he could take two steps, his companions grabbed his shoulders on both sides.

"Just shout slogans? Do you really believe it? You should stay behind to cover our retreat, and let's run!" The fat Quincy shouted, and turned around and ran with another companion.

"You two bastards! I will never let you go even if I die! In that case, no one can leave!" The man grabbed his two companions and started fighting.