Inuyasha: My job stats have no limits.

He glanced at his palm; the Ame no Habakiri was held tightly in his hand, and it had brought him into the world of Inuyasha.

In addition, there was a pair of glasses to cover her eyes, a small bag of compressed dry food, and several bottles of water, all of which Saeko Busujima had specially prepared.

"Can inanimate objects be brought back, but not living ones?"

He sighed.

Bai Lan began to take stock of her gains from this trip.

[Host: Bai Lan]

Race: Half-demon (Human)

[Talent: Wanderer]

【职业：圣杯（11/15）、剑士（5/5）、幸存者（5/5）、掠夺者（1/10）】

[Attributes: Physical Strength 7.8, Mental Strength 1.4, Energy 0.9]

[General Skills: Soul-Scattering Iron Claw, Soul-Scattering Draw Slash]

[Job Skills: Basic Swordsmanship Mastery, Iai Slash, Plunder, Stigmata]

[Professional Talents: Breath of the Body, Survival, Grasp of the Cup, Endless Greed]

In addition, there's the 'Heavenly Feather Blade' that I brought back, as well as the three styles of 'Buddha Sword, Living Sword, and Killing Sword' needed to advance to the 'Sword Saint' class.

At the time, Bai Lan had only casually mentioned that he needed to change jobs, but he did not expect that Saeko Busujima would keep it in mind and search for a long time before finding it.

All I can say is, don't be too considerate...

This trip was incredibly rewarding; it's fair to say that I've evolved from a weak, dust-like half-demon into one with a certain level of self-defense capabilities!

The weak pure-blooded demons are no longer a threat.

but...

Bai Lan frowned and looked at the [Raider] section. Had the job potential been exhausted and it become impossible to change jobs again?

As expected, the Survivor class really doesn't have much potential; advancing to the Raider class is already quite an achievement.

Now there's only one path left: merge with other professions to form a completely new one.

"Fortunately, I hesitated a bit when I reached the max level of the [Swordsman] class. The [Sword Saint] class was clearly not as powerful as the [Ghost Swordsman] class."

The former only requires a human swordsmanship style, while the latter requires contact with the power of demons and gods, making the conditions quite demanding.

After the inventory was completed,

Bai Lan then decided to observe the surroundings, but what she saw immediately left her dumbfounded.

Not a buddy.

Shouldn't I be in a secret room right now, waiting to be juiced, to be favored by Ji, to endure humiliation and wait for the new moon to pass, to become a half-demon again, and then to show off and slap people in the face, staging a "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" comeback drama?

What does this ruin mean now?!

He looked around at the devastation. The charred wooden beams were stuck crookedly in the rubble, and the walls looked as if they had been torn in half by something huge. Only the small area under his feet barely maintained the shape of the room.

The princess was nowhere to be found, and the ground was littered with corpses, the vast majority of whom were crescent-headed warriors in armor.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood; it was still relatively fresh, suggesting that these people had only been dead for a short time.

A gentle breeze caressed the hem of Bai Lan's robe, causing him to remain silent for a long while:

"Where did my script of enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens go...?"

Good news: The princess's fate is unknown; she's probably dead. The secret room CG is now a collector's item.

Bad news: Without the escape room, security is greatly compromised.

The world of Inuyasha is far more dangerous than the world of Saeko Busujima. If you're not careful, you might encounter a monk who's exorcising demons, shouting something like, "I can tell you're not human at first glance," and then casually suppressing Bai Lan.

"Let's see what happened here after I left."

With that thought in mind, he stepped forward.

'Crack—'

A crisp sound suddenly rang out, like the echo of a violin string being stretched to its limit and then plucked back.

Then came the second sound, the third sound... a dense barrage of sounds that made one's teeth ache and ears ring.

Before Bai Lan could react, invisible threads cut through her skin all over her body, leaving countless thin wounds from which blood flowed.

He stopped and looked at his body but saw nothing; he could only feel his skin being tightly bound by something like silk threads.

"Threads that even half-demons can't see?"

This move was strangely familiar, but logically speaking, this monster should not appear until at least fifty years later when the story begins.

—Reverse hair knot!

She excels at attacking with invisible hair, and can also manipulate her hair to turn enemies into puppets.

I remember in the original story, this guy would be completely mesmerized by beautiful hair, he was totally obsessed with Inuyasha's hair...

They are considered a rather formidable opponent.

But this guy shouldn't be here, right?

"I didn't expect you to still be alive, Cup."

A crisp sound rang out.

Bai Lan looked up and saw a woman in a formal dress standing in mid-air. The dress hugged the curves of her body, and the dress was stretched taut by her breasts, as if it might burst open at any moment.

Her short hair was tousled by the night wind, and her pale blue eyes, filled with surprise, looked at Bai Lan.

The girl in front of me looks very familiar...

Isn't this Princess Jieluo, the hostess of the banquet, who led her warriors to beat her to her knees halfway through her free meal?

It turns out that the princess of Jieluo City is Jieluo with the reversed hair. No wonder she is so obsessed with her hair.

At this moment, the two meet again in the ruins of Jieluo City.

Bai Lan was overjoyed to see the princess of Jieluo City appear before her unharmed.

Hey! You're still alive!

This is truly a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune!

"It's good that you're not dead. If you were dead, where would I find my cup?"

"Oh? A mere half-demon is truly arrogant!"

With her hands on her hips, Jieluo's cute little face showed a lazy expression: "But, I don't dislike it!"

"Because I have a lot of tolerance for cute and capable boys like you! Sometimes, your flamboyant personality is even more irresistible, making me want to humiliate you mercilessly!"

"So, just surrender obediently, and it won't waste too much of your time."

Chapter 42 Yes, everything was within my calculations.

Under the moonless sky.

The dense strands of hair gathered and wove in mid-air like a black tide, eventually forming the monster's lair belonging to Yura.

A pure white skeleton, controlled by invisible threads, floated in mid-air, staring intently at the white mist below.

If an ordinary person were here, such a scene would surely become a nightmare they could never shake off.

The woman named 'Reverse Hair Jade' has lived in this Warring States period for an unknown period of time, and no one knows how many people she has killed. Apart from the strands of hair that have been condensed together, there are only piles of skulls in the monster's lair.

This is enough to demonstrate her strength...

Because Jieluo has a special mechanism, which is that he has a life box in his hand like a lich. Its true form is a red hair comb. If the hair comb is not destroyed, no matter how many times Jieluo dies, he can be resurrected on the spot.

If you don't know this, it will be difficult to defeat Jieluo.

This is also the mechanism by which Yura has survived to this day. Many monsters only realize this when they are fighting to the very end, but unfortunately it is too late, and they naturally become one of Yura's treasures.

However, Bai Lan had already discerned this most crucial information long before the two even began their battle.

With a twist of his right hand, which held the Heavenly Feather Blade, the blade easily sliced ​​through the invisible threads binding his body.

Bai Lan raised the sword with one hand, her left fingertips supporting the spine of the blade.

"Although there are still many questions, I've decided to capture you first and then question you slowly!"

"So, they still want to resist?"

"No, it's not a rebellion, it's just that I think our positions are different, and I should be in the superior position."

"Absolutely impossible! The one in power can only be me, Rei-ha-kiro-da!"

Seemingly having reached its limit of endurance, a red hair comb appeared in Nifa Jieluo's hand. With a casual wave, dozens of strands of hair twisted into a spiral shape, like a spear thrown by a giant, and pierced straight towards Bai Lan with a whooshing sound.

"How dare a mere half-demon be above me?"

Bai Lan dodged the attack to the side, her feet moving lightly and gracefully among the ruins.

Taking advantage of the moment when a strand of hair brushed past him, he leaped up and landed on one of the strands, using the natural bridge to dash towards Jieluo in mid-air.

"Trying to get closer to me?" Jie Luo saw through Bai Lan's thoughts at a glance and chuckled, "Naive idea! Even if you get closer to me, what then?"

"With your current state, where you're not even a half-demon, do you really think you can kill me with your human body?"

"Damn it, don't underestimate monsters!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a wisp of orange will-o'-the-wisp quietly lit up, spreading down the strand of hair from Jie Luo's fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, it ignited the entire strand of hair along with the white mist standing on it.

Although it is the 'Day of Shaping the Moon', the power brought by the panel has not diminished much, which is somewhat comforting.

This is also why Bai Lan directly confronted the will-o'-the-wisp...

He could tolerate not being able to beat Jie Luo before he transmigrated, but what if he still couldn't beat Jie Luo after transmigrating?

Then all that time travel was for nothing?!

While burning flesh with flames is very painful, it shouldn't burn you to white ash with just a touch.

"What a biased old man."

Bai Lan glanced at the burning hem of his clothes and muttered, "Forget about the knife, he didn't even leave a single piece of clothing. Maybe I should just snatch his clothes and wear them myself later."