Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

As the sun rises, the morning light crosses the eastern mountain ridge and spreads across the valleys between the mountains.

At Luo Shengjing's address, the flat foundation stretched out in the morning light.

After days of repairs in Jieluo, the land, covering more than 10,000 square meters, has been polished and perfected, and not a single protruding pebble can be found.

A small wooden house stood in the center of the foundation, its planks still showing fresh wood chips.

The room was simply furnished with a low table, two straw mats, and an oil lamp that had gone out.

The morning sun peeked through the gaps in the wooden planks, casting long, thin streaks of light across the floor.

Inuyasha sat on the cushion, his eyes still sleepy, yawning occasionally, his whole body exuding a sense of relaxation.

Jieluo stood behind him, gently combing the dog's messy silver hair from sleep with a hair comb. Her movements were gentle, the comb teeth sliding from the roots to the tips of the hair, creating tiny glimmers in the morning light.

The girl's eyebrows were curved, a faint and satisfied smile played on her lips, and she hummed a wordless tune.

The melody was light and gentle, like the tinkling sound of a mountain stream flowing over pebbles, echoing softly in the small wooden house.

"Ye Luo, this feels so good."

Yura's superb skills felt like a tingling electric current flowing through his body, causing Inuyasha to squint his eyes happily, like a white dog whose fur had been stroked comfortably.

Sleepiness crept over him, his ears twitched, and he slumped back, his head resting on the soft, warm surface.

Jie Luo lowered her eyes, and the two looked at each other. Sunlight flowed through their eyes, and an unbreakable affection flowed between them.

"Young Master Inuyasha, you should just enjoy yourself. All the good things in the world are yours."

Jie Luo lowered her head, her warm lips gently covering hers, lingering tenderly.

The morning light slanted into the wooden house, falling between the silver and black hair.

The rising morning light slanted into the wooden house, falling between the silver and black hair, gilding the two silhouettes with a fuzzy golden edge.

The light dust floated slowly in the air, as if even time had slowed down.

Just then, a tall, gray-brown figure rushed out from the distant woods, staggering towards the cabin.

"Inuyasha-sama——!"

Wolf Wild was panting heavily when he stumbled and knelt down in front of the door. His body was covered in blood and dust, and his wounds were still oozing dark red.

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Civilians have been captured by humans!"

His voice was hoarse and hurried, carrying the weakness and fear of a night of fleeing, echoing across the empty foundation.

The next second, invisible strands of hair curled up, as fast as the wind rustling through the treetops.

Before Lang Yegan could react, his limbs were firmly bound, and he was hoisted up along with his head.

The person was suspended in mid-air and dragged between two large trees, hanging in a "T" shape, like prey caught in a spider web.

His mouth was tightly sealed by hair, all explanations and shouts were blocked in his throat, and he could only make muffled "mmm" sounds.

Wolfygan hung in mid-air, his body swaying slightly, his pupils dilated with terror.

He stared at the closed wooden door, a chill creeping into his heart—Lord Inuyasha…could he be angry?

If he could win, he wouldn't want to run away. He was about to deliver the person to Rashomon when things went wrong at the last moment.

It's all those exorcists' fault, they deserve to die! Damn it! If I survive this time, I'll definitely skewer them!

"Waaah... Lord Inuyasha, Lord Yura... please give me another chance! I really know I was wrong..."

He gazed at the rising sun on the horizon, its gentle rays falling on his face, yet unable to warm his icy heart.

Tears welled up in Mengmeng's big, innocent eyes.

"What a disappointment."

"Let him think about it in the air."

Inside the room, Inuyasha looked at Yura's alluring face, but didn't get up. He said something, then closed his eyes and continued lying down.

Jieluo held Inuyasha's head in her hands, knelt on the ground, and put her legs together, letting him rest on her fair thighs. She gently circled her fingertips on his temples.

"Wolf is a bit incompetent; he can't even handle the job of escorting errand runners properly."

Unlike fantasy or martial arts worlds, this anime world doesn't have clear hierarchical distinctions or a defined hierarchy. You can only know who is strong and who is weak by actually fighting them.

Compared to those roadside scum who don't even deserve a name, Lang Yegan is already a rare talent. At least he knows how to run away and when to back down.

But then again, despite repeatedly backing down and running away, he survived, but the ferocity and bloodthirstiness that monsters and wolves should possess were worn away in the process of retreating.

Such subordinates can only fight when things are going well; they are not capable of handling important matters or taking on significant responsibilities.

It's even worse than wrong views.

Inuyasha remained silent, his eyelids twitching slightly as if he were pondering something.

During the Warring States period, there were actually quite a few monsters who could be considered powerful.

Leaving Sesshomaru aside, his pure demonic power was enough to make him invincible.

In the Western Kingdom, the Leopard Cat Lord is still an unawakened skeleton, and Donglan and the others are still running around searching for a way to revive him.

Inuyasha's thoughts slowly unfolded.

He remembered that in the original work, there were a few names around this timeline that shouldn't be overlooked.

The great demons Ryukotsusei, Hiyoumo, and Shishinki that Inu no Taisho sealed and defeated years ago.

These monsters are powerful, but the possibility of them submitting is negligible for the time being.

The remaining monsters include Bao Xian Gui, Yao Ling Da Sheng, Yao Lao Du Xian, the Four Fighting Gods, the Iron Rooster of the Fire Kingdom, the Underworld Beast, the Black Witch Chun, the Hundred Ghost Bats, the Demon Wolf Clan, and the Thunder Beast Brothers...

Jieluo slightly increased the pressure of her fingers, gently pulling his thoughts back.

"What are you thinking about?"

"...I'm thinking about how many fools there are in this era, waiting for me to deal with them."

"And how many interesting things are worth this old man's personal visit?"

Inuyasha opened his eyes, his tone indifferent, "Let him come here, I have something to ask him."

"Yes, my young master."

Jieluo slightly raised her little finger, and the strands of hair wrapped around Langyegan a thousand meters away loosened.

His hair, like a yo-yo, pulled him along the strands to the front of the cabin.

Wolfy, who had just landed, looked up at the wooden house, knelt down at the door, and recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

From the appearance of the demon army, the nighttime encampment, the shrine maiden's barrier, the exorcist's sneak attack, to being instigated to split into two groups...

He didn't dare hide a single word about how he abandoned the civilians and fled alone, and he didn't even dare to suppress the occasional sobs in his voice.

After Lang Yegan finished speaking, he pressed his forehead to the ground, waiting for the verdict to come from inside the door.

The door creaked open from the inside.

Inuyasha walked out into the light, his expression obscured by the backlight, only his golden eyes shone brightly in the shadows, like two blazing beast eyes.

He moved his neck, and his joints made a slight "click" sound.

"lead the way."

"This old man needs to stretch his muscles."