Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Feng stepped forward, closed the door, moved to the water tank, and took off his blindfold.

The water was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the face of a beautiful, mature woman with a heroic air.

Only the right eye, which had been covered by an eye patch for many years and should have been ugly, was different.

"Hmm... the scars have faded?!"

Feng stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the water, utterly incredulous.

The hideous scars that were once torn apart by the miasma of monsters and the demon-slaying arrows have now been replaced by a patch of tender, pinkish-white new flesh.

What made her heart tremble even more was that her right eye, which had been cloudy for many years, seemed to... be able to feel a sliver of light.

Feng blinked, then blinked again. The light, though faint, was undeniably real.

Like the first ray of morning light filtering through the mountain mist before dawn, hazy yet full of vitality.

Feng reached out in a daze and gently touched the new skin, warm and smooth, as if time had flowed back to before the injury.

"Now I owe them a huge favor."

She murmured to herself, her fingertips tracing the corner of her eye, "If that stupid dog forces me to repay a debt of gratitude... it's not impossible. I'll just consider it a younger sister fulfilling an older sister's unfinished duty..."

Feng took out a small medicine jar from his pocket, took out the liquid inside, and carefully applied it to his right eye.

The cool sensation seeped into my skin, and I took the eye mask back and put it on again, tying a knot in my hair with the white ribbon.

When you're young, you shouldn't meet people who are too amazing.

In terms of looks and strength alone, the silver-haired half-demon is a complete dreadnought in the surrounding villages.

Kaede, who often followed Kikyo, had seen his flamboyant smile, his occasional tenderness towards Kikyo, and his silent figure under the moonlight.

Those images are etched into my bones; I can never forget them.

Feng sighed, patted his burning cheeks, and turned to clear the dishes.

Thanks to Inuyasha's previous sweep, the chances of demons attacking the village have decreased significantly, and Kaede's daily life has become much easier.

"I wonder what that guy is up to..." she muttered to herself, pushed open the door and stepped outside, where she was greeted by the villagers' warm welcome, and began her new day's work.

Before long, Inuyasha arrived at the forest. He first went to the Bone Eater's Well, climbed down, and explored the area.

As expected, time travel is still not possible.

"Next time, try throwing away a monster's remains and see if you can hitch a ride."

The thought lingered in Inuyasha's mind for a moment, then he jumped out of the well and turned to walk towards the sacred tree.

From afar, one could see Jieluo sitting listlessly on a treetop, her pair of fair and slender legs swaying in the sunlight.

Upon seeing Inuyasha approaching, her pink eyes lit up, and she immediately flew lightly down from the tree, opening her arms and rushing towards him.

"Young Master Inuyasha!"

"Wait a minute, it's only been one night, and you already miss me this much?"

Inuyasha reached out and caught Yura, who pounced on him, and embraced her warm and soft body.

"What do you mean, one night? This is the first time we haven't slept together since we met."

Like a puppy, Yura sniffed all over Inuyasha, a hint of grievance appearing in her beautiful eyes. "No wonder he wouldn't let me come with him last night; he was meeting another woman!"

"Speak properly, and don't cause trouble!"

Inuyasha slapped the female demon's butt, and Yura immediately cried out, no longer daring to grumble, "I know I was wrong."

"I just want to possess the spirit armor bestowed upon me by Master Inuyasha as soon as possible, so that I may have greater strength to serve you."

Having acquired everything from "the other self" in "The Knight of Failed Examinations," Inuyasha began to ponder the essence of this power.

During their days and nights of lovemaking, they discovered something quite miraculous—at the moment of reaching their climax, the two, now completely intertwined, experienced a spiritual resonance.

It sounds a bit far-fetched, but considering the Taoist methods of dual cultivation and the wonders of consciousness, Inuyasha readily accepted this fact.

However, we need more examples to see how things unfold.

As for Jieluo, she has already reached the critical point, and perhaps a single touch will awaken her spirit armor.

"This is my good Jie Luo."

Inuyasha put her down after she calmed down and headed east.

After walking about five kilometers through the forest, passing through a dense thicket, the hair nest that Jieluo had previously occupied came into view—the hair and skull had been cleared out, leaving it completely empty.

"From now on, we will establish our monster capital here—Rashomon."

Inuyasha stood with his hands on his hips, head held high, surveying the surroundings. Sunlight streamed in, casting a brilliant glow on his silver hair.

Those golden eyes reflected a hint of arrogant ambition.

"Rashomon" is derived from "Rashomon," which was originally the main gate of Kyoto, but later evolved into a symbol of the boundary between life and death, good and evil.

"京" refers to the capital city, implying that this city is the gateway to the realm of demons and the realm of life and death.

Jieluo stood half a step behind him, her eyes fixed on his back, which was gleaming in the sunlight and swaying in the wind.

Silver hair flying, red robes like fire.

The female demon looked at him standing with his hands on his hips, looking down at everyone with an air of superiority, and a strange, inexplicable heat welled up in her chest.

From being defeated and subdued to now being inseparable day and night.

She had seen his lazy and carefree demeanor, his decisive and ruthless side, and his silent, lost-in-thought expression under the moonlight.

But at this moment, standing on this land, Inuyasha, who vowed to build a demon capital, exuded an arrogance, domineering aura, and ambition that burned deep into her soul like a red-hot iron.

This man…

"He belongs to my master."

Unconsciously, Yura reached out and her fingertips gently hooked onto Inuyasha's sleeve.

Her lips curved slightly, and her eyes were filled with infatuation and adoration.

It was as if everything in the world had faded, leaving only this bright red figure before my eyes.

"Rashomon..." she murmured softly, her voice as light as the wind blowing through her hair, "It's so good to be able to accompany Inuyasha-sama and watch it come to life from nothing."

My soul suddenly trembled.

Jieluo's consciousness sank into darkness, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

In the beginning there was nothing, only silence and nothingness.

But gradually, something in the darkness began to glow—it was a comb, a red comb covered with ancient patterns.

The comb spun slowly in the darkness, each turn bringing forth strands of light like flowing hair.

Those streams of light converged inward, weaving, entwining, and burning between the comb teeth...

"This is……"

Jieluo felt his soul being ignited by some kind of power and continuously sublimated.

Her obsession, her infatuation, her loyalty, her possessiveness—everything about her became kindling, burning in the flames.

The red light grew brighter and brighter.

The comb melts and is reshaped in the light, gradually transforming into a completely new form.

At the same time, under Inuyasha's gaze, a brand new comb slowly appeared between Yura's hands.

A comb-shaped spirit garment, about two feet long and shaped like a small dachi.

The comb's spine is like the spine of a knife, and its teeth are like the blade of a sword. It is entirely crimson and has flowing flame patterns.

Unique Spirit Attire: Thousand Threads of Protection.