Bleach: From the moment I was invited by Squad Zero.

Its ability is to fuse the spiritual particles of Mole City itself with the spiritual particles of "inorganic matter" within its reach.

Once integrated, he can manipulate those substances as freely as he would his own limbs, using them to attack, bind, and perceive.

Furthermore, once he completes a deep spiritual fusion with a specific, sufficiently vast "space".

Then, he can monitor, listen to, and perceive everything that happens in that space through the ubiquitous spiritual medium.

Over the years, Souichi Shiro has already integrated his spiritual essence into the Seireitei.

Therefore, the recent earth-shattering events in Seireitei—the return of Squad Zero member Yanagawa, the foolish ambush and trial of Tsunayoshiro, the extreme execution at Sokyoku Hill…

He knew it all perfectly well.

“Yanagi Chuan…” Shiro Sōya murmured the name again, a glint of “interest” flashing in his deep, calm eyes.

An anomaly from the Zero Division that forced the 46th Chamber to use the Bipolar Extermination to purge its own members...

Such people are extremely rare in the long and tedious history of Soul Society.

His very existence is a powerful disturbance to the existing order, a variable full of unpredictability.

"The Seireitei of the future seems set to become quite interesting," he thought to himself, a barely perceptible, yet dangerous, smile playing on his lips.

"Liu Chuan...we will meet again sooner or later."

It is not a prophecy, but an affirmation based on the development of the situation.

As long as Yanagawa continues to operate in the Seireitei, and as long as he continues to walk in this world composed of countless spirit particles, he will inevitably encounter Souya Azajo sooner or later.

At that time, whether they become enemies or friends will depend on the paths and choices they make.

Subsequently, the Avici Hell returned to its deathly silence.

Chapter 59 Tsunayoshi Tokisada

Deep within the Tsunayo family mansion lies a place far more secluded than the rooms used for entertaining guests and displaying glory.

In a dimly lit room, a person sits alone on a soft couch in the shadows.

He had slightly messy dark green hair, a pale face, and actually quite regular features, even with a touch of scholarly elegance.

But in those eyes was a weariness and malice that was out of character for someone of his age, as if he had seen through all the beauty in the world and found it all to be an illusion.

He was dressed in the Tsunayoshi family's attire, with the cuffs and hem embroidered with the family's ancient crest, yet he wore it with an air of nonchalant decadence and gloom.

He was Tsunayoshiro Tokinada, a name that was originally at the very end of the Tsunayoshiro family lineage and was inconspicuous.

Once upon a time, he was also a student at the Shinigami Academy, in the same class as Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, and others, and even studied under Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

At that time, he was taciturn and the most easily forgotten figure among his peers, a son of a branch family who seemed destined for mediocrity.

However, that's just the surface.

As a child, deep within his family's territory, he witnessed the "historical monument" left by his ancestors, which recorded the true origin and dark past of Soul Society.

The inscription reveals the cruel truth behind the dismemberment and sealing of the Spirit King, and the betrayal and greed of the five noble ancestors...

These accounts, powerful enough to overturn all beliefs, were like the most potent poison, injected into the immature mind of the young Tan.

He did not develop a lofty sense of mission or atonement from this; instead, he felt extreme disgust and self-hatred for the bloodline of the Gangmi dynasty flowing through his veins and for the aristocratic identity built on lies and corpses.

And this hatred eventually twisted into another form—

If the world is inherently an evil creation, and if nobility is nothing but a thief's disguise, then what is the meaning of so-called morality, order, and emotion?

Instead of exploiting this disgusting aristocratic status, we should indulge in games and trampling, dragging those fools still immersed in false beauty into the abyss of despair.

He became cold-blooded, vicious, and extremely twisted in his beliefs, finding pleasure solely in the suffering of others.

The family's orders were nothing more than tools to him.

Ordered to marry Uta, a woman from Rukongai, he saw not fate or responsibility, but a perfect "toy".

In the end, he cruelly killed his wife and severely injured his friend Tosen Kaname, who came to denounce the injustice. He himself was confined to his home because his family tried to cover up the scandal.

At this moment, a series of news from the outside world about Gang Mi's replacement of Su Shi and his execution, the plummeting reputation of his family, and the forced massive compensation to Liu Chuan, reached this room through various secret channels.

As Shi Tan listened to the reports, his pale and gloomy face showed no resentment at the humiliation of his family. Instead, he slowly and silently smiled.

That smile held no warmth whatsoever, only schadenfreude and an almost morbid pleasure.

"Heh...heh...a bunch of rotten fools." He muttered to himself, his voice soft yet filled with malice.

He picked up a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, his eyes growing increasingly deep.

"Yanagawa... Zero Squad." Toki Tan murmured the name with amusement, as if savoring a candy coated with poison.

"To be able to push those old fogies to this point, and to repeatedly tear open the boring Seireitei rules... you are much more interesting than I imagined."

He developed a strong interest in Yanagawa.

There was no admiration, no desire to befriend, but rather a predator's morbid curiosity about rare prey, or a plaything's curiosity about a novel toy.

He despised all existing order in Soul Society, but Yanagawa's existence was like a ferocious and unruly shark in this stagnant pool, stirring up the chessboard he had long been tired of.

"Afterwards... after I have completely taken control of this filthy Tsunayo family,"

Shi Tan spoke softly, his eyes flashing with a cold light of ambition and madness, as if he were stating a future that was bound to come true.

“I will trample those old fogies under my feet, and turn the family’s resources and that ‘truth’ into my pawns… I will definitely pay you a proper ‘visit,’ Mr. Yanagawa.”

The word "visit" carried a chilling malice when uttered by him.

That was by no means a friendly exchange, but rather a prelude to some carefully woven conspiracy, a cruel game, or a test that used the fate of others as a bargaining chip and took pleasure in it.

Tsunayoshi Tokinada, a nobleman confined to the depths of darkness, whose heart was already rotten, etched Yanagawa's image onto his twisted chessboard.

Meanwhile, the Ghost Path Sect's encampment, a cluster of buildings that used to exude a somewhat cold and old-fashioned atmosphere, was now replaced by a bustling and vibrant scene.

After Yanagawa and the head of the Tsunayo family reached an agreement, the huge "donation" promised by the Tsunayo family was delivered in batches with extremely high efficiency.

Funds, materials, and a team of professional craftsmen coordinated by the Tsunayo family quickly moved into this area that had always been considered a "small, insignificant part of Seireitei".

At this time, a sign reading "Under renovation, no unauthorized personnel allowed" was hanging at the entrance of the Ghost Path Sect, but inside, people were coming and going, creating a busy scene.

The original low and damaged brick and stone walls were carefully reinforced and repaired, and new sturdy materials began to be embedded at key points.

The uneven training ground inside the courtyard was temporarily separated by a spiritual barrier, and several craftsmen were operating earth-type ghost-path auxiliary equipment.

The ground was leveled and the spiritual veins were cleared to prepare for the installation of more advanced equipment.

Further away, scaffolding was erected outside several old buildings used as research labs and dormitories, where craftsmen climbed to replace old tiles and decaying beams.

The clanging and banging of hammers, along with the artisans' energetic shouts, filled the air, mingling with the unique aromas of fresh wood, stone powder, and spiritual materials.

All members of the Ghost Path Clan were mobilized.

They were scattered across various construction sites, acting as temporary supervisors and coordinators.

They were familiar with every subtle point of spiritual energy flow in the base, knowing which places could not be easily altered and which areas contained sensitive detection devices or traces of historical techniques buried underground.

They directed the craftsmen to avoid vital points, ensuring that the repairs would not damage the very foundation upon which the demons depend for their existence.

"Push the earth-elemental ghost path down another half a foot, yes, watch out for that old spirit channel!"

"This place cannot be moved! It's one of the central hubs of the western district's barrier; we need to drive new stakes around it!"

"Empty out the materials warehouse and move them to backup yard number three!"

Shouts and commands mingled within the construction site-like camp.

Chapter 60 Fourth Division

Despite being busy, every member of the Ghost Path Sect wore an undisguised excitement and joy on their face.

The Ghost Path Clan has long suffered from financial difficulties and outdated facilities, but now they are witnessing their dilapidated environment gradually being revitalized.

With better facilities, this is undoubtedly a great thing for them.

The person who brought about all these changes is now standing under the iconic ancient ginkgo tree in the center of the compound, which is said to be hundreds of years old.

Liu Chuan casually put his hands in his pockets, calmly scanning the surrounding repair progress. Occasionally, he would pause for a moment on the spiritual fluctuations at a certain key point and nod slightly.

Good morning, Yanagawa!

"Yagikawa-kun!"

Upon seeing Liuchuan appear, the nearby members of the Kido Clan stopped what they were doing and greeted him warmly and with obvious respect.

This respect is not only because of his status as a member of the Zero Division, but also because everyone knows that this huge sum of money, which can transform the Kido Sect, was all obtained by Yanagawa from the Tsunayo family.

"Yanagawa-kun, thanks to you, we can finally renovate our old, dilapidated house!"

A middle-aged official, who was also a senior colleague of Liu Chuan's from back then, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, walked over with a smile, and his tone was full of emotion.

"You didn't see it, the batch of boards delivered this morning are all top-quality materials for the new underground training ground! Before, we had to wait half a year for the budget even to apply for scrap materials!"

"Yes, Yanagawa-kun, thank you so much this time!"

Another young female team member also came over, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling.

"I heard that the newly planned underground space not only has a large training ground, but also a special experimental area for composite-attribute ghost techniques and a high-energy spell shielding room!"

From now on, when we practice Demonic Arts, we won't have to worry about affecting others anymore!

The crowd surrounded Liu Chuan, chattering amongst themselves, their words filled with gratitude.

Faced with the enthusiasm of his former colleagues, Liu Chuan's usual cold expression softened slightly, and he responded to everyone's greetings.

He gave a few simple instructions on key matters, without much formality, but his pragmatic attitude made everyone feel more at ease.

"Don't worry! We're all keeping an eye on things!"

"This is our new home, we can't be careless!"

Everyone echoed their agreement, becoming even more enthusiastic.

Looking at the scene before him—the dilapidated houses being rebuilt and his busy colleagues—Liu Chuan felt a slight ripple in his heart.

The Ghost Path Clan is where he started; making it better is enough for him.

Afterwards, Yanagawa walked through the somewhat noisy streets of Seireitei and went straight to the Fourth Division barracks, where he had already arranged a time with Captain Unohana.

Unlike the bustling construction activity of the Kido Clan, the Fourth Division's base was filled with a mixture of disinfectant, herbal fragrance, and a faint smell of blood.