Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Seeing that he was about to be hacked to death, Jielu cursed "heartless bastard" in his heart and instinctively crouched down to protect himself.

The sharp blade of Tessaiga suddenly receded, and the fang sword turned back into a rusty lump of iron the instant it touched her forehead.

"Thump."

Jieluo was tapped on the head.

She opened her eyes and saw Inuyasha retracting his Tessaiga, standing tall before her, teasingly asking, "Still floating?"

Jieluo raised her head, blinked, rubbed her forehead where she had been hit, and turned her head away.

"...I'm not floating anymore."

Her voice was muffled, carrying three parts grievance, three parts resentment, and four parts an indescribable coquettishness.

When the female demon raised her beautiful, shy eyes, Inuyasha's breathing became rapid.

The day passed quickly. Having experienced two major battles, Inuyasha, exhausted from a day's work, headed to Kaede Village.

Having been thoroughly pampered, Jieluo remained in place, looking radiant.

She held the sword-comb in her hand, and with a slight thought, long hair grew from the comb's teeth.

Her hair spread out like a serpent, and she began to tidy up the foundation of Luo Shengjing.

The boulders were easily cut by the strands of hair, leaving smooth, mirror-like surfaces.

The crushed stone was rolled up, transported away, and piled into neat heaps.

The uneven ground was smoothed and leveled by the hair, revealing a wide and flat foundation.

The tangled shrubs and dead trees were uprooted and cleared away completely, and even the soil was repeatedly turned over, becoming soft and even.

As the sun sets, its afterglow paints the sky a golden-red hue.

Jie Luo stood in the center of the intertwined hair, her thousands of black hairs spreading out behind her like a peacock's tail.

Like a craftsman meticulously sculpting a work, she directed countless threads to transform the barren cliff into a love nest for the two of them.

At the same time, the hair was buried underground, forming Rashomon's underground network.

On the distant border of Musashi Province, a large and impressive procession is moving forward.

Leading the group was Wolf Wild Ganna, a gray-brown figure with a pair of adorable, large eyes that seemed disproportionate to his size, constantly scanning his surroundings.

Ahead of him, wolves were scouting ahead to avoid being ambushed.

Because behind him was a migrating caravan of nearly two thousand people.

There were craftsmen carrying toolboxes and farmers carrying hoes and other farm tools.

Several hundred bandits and prisoners of war, who had been used as laborers to transport provisions, followed the group dejectedly.

Their faces were etched with exhaustion and fear; after all, they were being escorted not by human soldiers, but by genuine monsters.

When they were captured by this group of menacing monsters, they all thought they were going to be eaten, but they didn't expect that they were going to build a city.

As the number of people continued to gather, some daimyo did issue calls for a campaign against them, but they were all repelled by monsters like Langno Inui.

As the migration procession grew, more and more priestesses, sorcerers, exorcists, and others came to subdue the demons, putting the monsters like Wolf Wild Qian under considerable pressure.

At this moment, the monsters were scattered in twos and threes on both sides of the group, some half-human and some still retaining their beast form.

Without exception, they all stared intently at these "goods".

Occasionally, if someone slows down, a large, furry paw will give them a push, or a deep, animalistic roar will explode in their ear, startling them into quickening their pace.

"Get your act together, all of you!"

Wolfy turned around and roared.

"Lord Inuyasha is still waiting in Musashi! Anyone who slows down the journey, don't blame me for being impolite!"

A rustling commotion arose in the ranks, then silence fell again.

The group continued their journey slowly toward Musashi Province in the twilight.

In a dense forest, a group of demon hunters sat together.

Among them are the monk Mengxin from Mengxin Temple, a sorcerer with powerful "wind cave" abilities, various exorcists wielding different weapons, and shrine maidens dressed in red and white robes.

"Judging from the monster's movements, the captured civilians will not be in any immediate danger," Monk Mengxin said in a deep voice, watching a mage cast a water mirror spell, which reflected the movements of the Wolf Wild Cavalry.

"But we have to think of a way."

The others started discussing it.

"Charge straight in and fight? With so many of us, we might not be outmatched."

"No, the other side has two thousand hostages and a lot of monsters. A direct confrontation is too risky. Civilians will be affected. We are here to rescue people, not to harm them."

"What can we do then? Just stand by and watch those civilians be taken away?"

"This is also a clumsy approach: first find out their strengths and weaknesses, then look for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack."

After a brief discussion, the Wind Cave Master stood up and concluded, "The enemy has wolves patrolling the area, and the airspace may not be clean either. Taking rash action will only alert them."

"We need to make thorough preparations, figure out their routes and troop rotation patterns, and find the right opportunity to attack the monsters and rescue the civilians."

Monk Mengxin nodded, and the young monk sighed, "That's all we can do. Everyone, make your own preparations and be absolutely sure to avoid any mistakes or alerting the enemy."

"If possible, I hope everyone can find a way to gather the monsters together—leave the rest to me," said the Wind Cave Master.

Those who knew the Wind Cave Mage's strength had their eyes light up and looked on with anticipation.

The other party possesses powerful family-inherited magic—his right hand is sealed with a wind cave capable of devouring all things, making him renowned in the demon-slaying community.

Monk Mengxin frowned. "Every time you use the Wind Cave, it will expand a little. One day you will be unable to control it, and the Wind Cave will completely engulf you."

"I came here prepared."

Master Fengxue shook his head, his expression serene, which moved those around him.

Some of them came here out of a sense of justice, but most were there because they had accepted the bounty offered by the daimyo—the high reward was their real motivation for taking the risk.

People who risk their lives for a group of complete strangers without asking for anything in return deserve respect, but they will always be a minority.

After all, no matter how noble one's sentiments and morals are, they cannot escape the mundane realities of daily life.

"My lord mage, I can use a barrier technique to assist you," a priestess said softly, her voice filled with admiration.

"I'm in charge of perimeter security."

A thin man carrying a bow and arrows chimed in, "I'll give the warning as soon as a lone monster tries to escape or reinforcements approach."

"I can use chains and talisman nets to restrain the monsters and drive them together."

In the demon-slaying team, a burly leader patted the iron chain around his waist and said in a deep voice.

Everyone chimed in, assigning their respective responsibilities one by one.

Master Fengxue looked around at the group of companions he had hastily assembled, and nodded slightly. "Then I will leave it to you all."