Chapter 5 - I Have Zanpakuto - NovelsTime

I Have Zanpakuto

Chapter 5

Author: dao jian
updatedAt: 2025-06-20

"Are you asking about Lucia and Asani? They are the pride of our xudiao district! They were admitted to Zhenyang spiritual college two years ago. It spread all over the village at that time."

    Hearing the question, the man suddenly raised his head and grinned with a proud look on his face. It seemed that even the pain in his chest had been alleviated.

    "Two years ago?" Zhang Han whispered, "calculate the time. There are still about 40 years from the beginning of the plot. Time is enough."

    "You go."

    Zhang Han put away his soul chopping knife, turned and walked to the fire, took the grilled fish and ate it.

    After walking through the gate of hell, the man no longer had the mind to rob food. He looked at Zhang Han in horror. Seeing that the other party had no other action, he covered his chest and staggered away.

    While eating roast fish, Zhang Han recalled the battle just now. It was not long, but it also fully exposed his weakness.

    The vigilance is too poor, the combat quality is seriously insufficient, and the psychological quality is far from enough.

    According to Zhang Han''s strength which is infinitely close to the second level spiritual pressure, it''s a bit exaggerated for ordinary civilians with wooden sticks to fight ten, but there will be no pressure when they meet three or four.

    However, the battle just now can only be won by virtue of the sharpness of the soul chopping knife, which makes Zhang Han feel ashamed in his heart. He is more and more eager to study in Zhenyang Spiritual Art Institute.

    "I don''t want to. First find a place to live and survive this winter."

    After hastily eating the roast fish and putting out the fire, Zhang Han pinned the soul chopping knife to his waist and walked towards the village.

    ……

    Time flies, time flies, and winter has passed in the blink of an eye.

    The winter of the corpse soul world is similar to that of the present world, with the same cold wind and the same heavy snow.

    Worse than this, the winter in liuhun street is more difficult.

    In the corpse soul world, ordinary people without spiritual pressure will not feel hungry. They only need to drink some water to survive. However, when the whole river was frozen by ice and snow, the villagers in xudiao District encountered the crisis of water shortage.

    Zhang Han has seen with his own eyes that countless people melt snow water and drink it with their body temperature in order to survive. However, in this way, more people were frozen to death.

    As for Zhang Han, he can still live without eating because he absorbs the spirit of the outside world with the help of the soul chopping knife, but he is not used to not eating for a long time.

    Throughout the winter, Zhang Han made full use of every bit of time. Exercise during the day, practice chopping, and cross legged meditation at night. At the same time, with the help of soul chopping knife, absorb the soul son and condense the soul power, and concentrate on talking with soul chopping knife.

    Without the systematic study of the college, Zhang Han can only practice the most basic chopping. At least practice makes perfect, and he won''t be in a hurry when he meets the enemy in the future.

    As for blade Zen, it is the way for death to cultivate soul cutting sword. Cross legged meditation, place the soul chopping knife horizontally on the knee, empty your mind and enter the meditation state, so as to synchronize your thoughts with the soul chopping knife, so as to achieve the purpose of dialogue with the soul chopping knife.

    Zhang Han saw death animation in his previous life and learned this cultivation method, so he practiced as usual. However, after working hard for a winter, the soul chopping knife didn''t kill him, which made Zhang Han want to vomit blood depressed.

    This winter, Zhang Han became a celebrity in xudiao district. In the season when everyone curled up in bed and tried not to lose their physical strength too fast, only Zhang Han worked hard to exercise his physical strength against the biting cold wind. In this way, it is difficult to be famous.

    Even if they can''t feel the pressure of spirit, the villagers can see that Zhang Han is different. In private, they talk about that Zhang Han may be another person admitted to the Zhenyang spiritual academy after Luqiya and asanji fell in love again.

    Being admitted to Zhenyang Spiritual Art College and becoming a glorious god of death is like taking the imperial examination route as an official in ancient times. It is the only ladder for ordinary people in liuhun street to prosper.

    The old thatched house made of wood can''t stop the cold wind in spring. Zhang Han sat on the wooden bed paved with straw and stared at the attribute interface in front of him.

    Name, Zhang Han

    Physical strength, 123

    Power, 147

    Agile, 120

    Intelligence, 115

    Spiritual pressure, level 2

    Special properties, none

    Special prop, all embracing (soul chopping blade)

    Special skills, none

    Compared with half a year ago, the four attributes have increased significantly, especially the attack power of nearly 150. One knife can cut off the trees held by one person.

    "It''s not enough, it''s not enough. You must reach level 3 spiritual pressure to ensure that you can safely enter the Zhenyang spiritual Academy. It''s time to sign up in three months. I hope you can catch up."

    Zhang Han was silent for a moment, put away the attribute interface, picked up the soul chopping knife and walked out of the door.

    Third level spiritual pressure is the boundary between death and ordinary people. Of course, this is not the admission standard of Zhenyang spiritual college. Want to enter the college, in addition to the level of spiritual pressure, but also depends on age and qualification.

    There are two kinds of people who can come to the corpse soul world. One is that after death, the soul enters the corpse soul world, and the other is born directly in the corpse soul world. Compared with earthly souls, people born directly in the corpse soul world have a higher probability of spiritual pressure.

    Spiritual pressure is a magical thing. People with spiritual pressure have a longer life than those without spiritual pressure, and people with high spiritual pressure have a longer life than those with low spiritual pressure. Especially if you reach above level 3 spiritual pressure, your life will be greatly prolonged.

    Don''t you see, the later leader of Shifan team, RI Fangu Dongshilang, has been the captain for more than ten years, and his height has not increased by a few centimeters. Of course, the commander of the Corps, Benyuan Liuzhai Chongguo, is more than 2000 years old, which can be called the living history of the corpse soul world.

    Zhang Han today, in addition to his previous life, is only 26 years old. For the God of death with a long life, 26 is just equivalent to a child. Coupled with the spiritual pressure close to level 3, Zhang Han at this time can be attributed to the group of "genius".

    In the grove, Zhang Han''s face was serious and dignified. He clenched the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and stared at the monster standing not far in front. The fine sweat seeped out of his forehead.

    "Gaga, it''s really lucky to meet such a delicious soul when I first came to the corpse soul world!"

    In front of him, a three or four meter tall, grayish green human monster was laughing loudly. The pale bone mask covered the whole face, and the blood red eyes showed endless desire for killing and destruction. Looking at him alone made Zhang Han feel frightened and uneasy from the depths of his soul.

    After coming to the corpse soul world for half a year and practicing the same practice every day, Zhang Han almost forgot that the corpse soul world is not calm on the surface, but also a monster that feeds on the soul.

    Zhang Han was unlucky. Originally, this virtual animal was going to attack the village not far away, but on the way, he bumped into Zhang Han, who practiced chopping by the river. The spirit pressure that was many times higher than that of ordinary people was like the moon in many stars, firmly attracting it.

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