Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"You can't let Shihouin smell this wine."

"Hehe, do you even need to tell me? This wine is only enough for the two of us."

After taking a sip of monkey wine, Aizen fell silent for a moment.

"...A long time ago, I thought that the ruler of Hueco Mundo should at least have strength comparable to that of the Captain-Commander."

"Old Master? Amazing! Old Lan, looking across the Three Realms, there are only a handful of experts like him. Even someone like Bai Laogui, who could last five rounds with the old master when he was serious, I would consider that an exceptional performance from him."

Seeing Zheng Jing's serious expression, Aizen chuckled softly.

"Yes, this confirms my previous view. The existence of Hueco Mundo... remains necessary to this day."

As he spoke, he put the lid back on the gourd and placed it back in Zheng Jing's arms.

"Old Zheng, let's go."

"okay."

Where to go?

That goes without saying!

Of course, it's time to return to Soul Society.

Chapter 131: The child is growing!

Good morning! Fourth Seat Aizen!

As one of the Fifth Division members was about to leave the barracks, he saw Aizen approaching from the other side of the road and quickly bowed.

"good morning."

Aizen smiled and nodded.

Although he has been a member of the Fifth Division for less than a year, he is now well-liked and trusted by many ordinary members of the Fifth Division due to his helpful and gentle personality and reliable work ability.

"Aizen, Fourth Seat, weren't you supposed to be resting today? Has something happened?"

The team member who straightened up asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Aizen's smile became somewhat embarrassed.

"No, actually, it's just that suddenly having free time made me a little restless. I thought since I had some free time, I might as well come to the team and see if there was anything I could help with..."

Hearing him say that, the young team member was filled with respect.

"Excuse my bluntness, but you really should take a good rest! Everyone in the team knows that since you took over as the fourth seat, you have never slacked off in your duties—"

As he was speaking, the young team member seemed to suddenly remember something, and his throat tightened.

He graduated from the Spirit Arts Academy a year earlier than Aizen, having studied there for five years.

In other words, he witnessed Zheng Jing's unparalleled brilliance!

He also knew that the prodigy who had suddenly disappeared from the world like a shooting star had a close relationship with the fourth seat of Aizen.

Back in school, he knew that the two were freshmen in the same year and roommates. They were always seen together, and it seemed that only the young lady of the Shihouin family could occasionally get involved.

When Aizen also displayed his extraordinary talent, graduating from the Spirit Arts Academy as a first-year student and joining the Fifth Division, he heard from some female members, who had arrived a year earlier than Aizen, that Aizen often worked late into the night in the barracks, and that someone had unexpectedly seen him alone, gazing at the moon, looking melancholy...

So, from some point onward, rumors began to circulate among some of the team members that Aizen was using the busyness of team affairs to numb himself and forget the pain of losing his best friend.

Just as the young team member was pondering how to say something without offending Aizen, a clear bell suddenly rang out from the team barracks.

"An emergency?!"

The young team members were startled by the sound.

The most recent state of emergency was triggered by the previous attack on Rukongai by the Hollows.

"Aizen's fourth seat?"

"Let's go."

When the young team member turned around, Aizen's serious expression changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up a little.

The timing is perfect.

His hero should return.

-

When he has some free time, Retsu Unohana often invites his teammates to arrange flowers and enjoy tea together in the tea room of the Fourth Division barracks.

It's a bit of a shame today; the team members who were interested were either resting or training, so she was the only one here.

However, being alone also has its own beauty.

With a serene expression, Retsu Unohana held a crimson flower in her hand, about to drop it into the vase to complete the final step of this artwork.

However, just as the branch touched the mouth of the bottle, the hand that would not waver in the slightest, whether saving or killing, suddenly trembled slightly.

"..."

Raising her head, Retsu Unohana looked out the tea room window.

After a moment of silence, accompanied by the crisp alarm that suddenly rang out in the barracks, the respectful yet hurried voice of the fourth division vice-captain came from outside the tea room door.

"Captain! Emergency!"

-

"Captain-in-Chief—"

“Sparrow family, oh.”

With his back to the suddenly appearing spies, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, unusually, interrupted his report.

"In your opinion, how should we discipline a naughty child who likes to run wild?"

Sparrow subconsciously raised his face.

"Lord Yuan Liuzhai...you mean?"

In an instant, the sparrow understood the meaning behind Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's words.

"They made such a commotion when they left, and now that they're back, they still won't calm down."

Bathed in the warm sunlight under the eaves, the old man slowly stood up.

He suddenly chuckled.

"You brat, you can't change your nature."

-

"call!"

With his Ruyi Cudgel slung over his shoulder, Zheng Jing stepped out of the Black Chamber and onto the grounds of Rukongai.

Ignoring the black cavity behind him that immediately began to close, he looked around.

A mere year or two is hardly a long time in the Soul Society. Looking around, Rukongai still retains its simple and honest folk customs, like a filming location for a period drama.

However, compared to his first return to Soul Society, this time he landed in what seems to be a fairly prosperous area in Rukongai.

The streets are lined with reasonably decent low-rise houses, and there are also some small shops with signs hanging up.

The whole street was unusually deserted; apart from the rustling of dust in the wind, you couldn't even see a soul passing by.

Zheng Jing was not surprised by this.

Before returning to Soul Society, Old Blue had specifically explained to him that due to the previous attack on Soul Society by a group of Hollows, the organization was on guard against the reappearance of the Black Hole.

It can be said that before the black cavity is fully opened, the court will observe it first and then take action.

"Wait a minute, something can't be wrong, can it be that I miscalculated the time?"

As if talking to himself, Zheng Jing, without restraint, placed his hands on the Ruyi Jingu Bang, raised his head, and swayed around in place.

"It hasn't been that long, and you can't even recognize my face anymore?"

This sentence is like a signal.

Silently, figures appeared around Zheng Jing.

Along the street, on the rooftops—

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Jing was completely surrounded by these Shinigami with Zanpakuto at their waists.

"...Zheng Jing, a team member?"

Among them, the man who should be the leader jumped down from the roof and looked Zheng Jing up and down from a distance of about ten steps.

"Former member of the First Squad, Zheng Jing?"

He asked again.

"Yes, it's me, Lao Zheng."

Upon seeing Zheng Jing agree, the man's brows furrowed even more.

He looked at Zheng Jing's face, then at Zheng Jing's stick, and finally, he stared at Zheng Jing's third pair of arms.

"Zheng Jing, what happened to your hand?"

As the head of the 10th Division, Zheng Jing, a genius member of the First Division who enrolled in the Spirit Arts Academy and graduated in less than a year, was a name he had naturally heard of.

He had, of course, seen what Zheng Jing looked like before.

Therefore, he remembered very clearly that Zheng Jing should only have four arms.

"hand?"

Zheng Jing glanced in the direction of the man's gaze and realized what was going on.

"To be honest, I'm still in my developmental stage."

Apart from his two hands resting on the stick, Zheng Jing spread out his four arms, swung them nimbly a couple of times, and grinned at the Tenth Division Commander.

"Don't even mention hands, you might even get two more heads in the future!"

Chapter 132: Team Member Zheng Jing's ability to infuriate others is unmatched.

"Zheng Jing, are you conscious?"

The fourth seat of the 10th Division spoke in a deep voice.

"Since you can't explain the changes in yourself, please come with us."

As they spoke, the members of the 10th Division closest to Zheng Jing revealed several of their weapons.

They were clearly instruments of torture resembling wooden shackles and chains.

As a patrol and security team, there are occasional needs to arrest criminals. Although the 10th Division is not as professional as the 2nd and 9th Divisions in terms of torture instruments, they still keep the necessary equipment on hand.

Hearing the splashing sound, Zheng Jing raised an eyebrow.

"What's your name?"

"...Currently the fourth seat of the 10th Division, you can call me the fourth seat of the Yamanaka Division."

"Ah, the four seats in the mountains."

The sudden sound beside him, along with a large hand that wrapped around his shoulder, made the four seats in the mountains tremble.

"I understand that this team is busy and can't be taken lightly. I also know you're a serious and meticulous person. But there's one thing..."

Zheng Jing gestured with his chin toward the Tenth Division members who had suddenly frozen in place.

"I, Old Zheng, have always been lively and active since I was a child. For the sake of our past as colleagues, let's make a deal: how about we skip the iron bars and wooden planks? Huh?"

The four people in the mountains remained silent.

To be precise, he temporarily lost his speech.

He didn't see how Zheng Jing got to his side at all.

As the fourth seat of the 10th Division, if a suspected target gets this close, he has the right, both morally and logically, to draw his sword and subdue or even kill the suspect on the spot!

At this moment, the four seats of the mountain felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible giant hand.

Forget reaching for the knife, even breathing became difficult—

"Iron bars and planks can be saved, provided you don't knock out the four seats in the mountain."

Just then, a clear voice came from above.