Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Snow fell on the shoulders of the mountains, layer upon layer, wrapping the rugged rocks and withered shrubs in soft white.

The leopard cat warriors advanced along the ridgeline, their paws crunching through the snow.

In the valley ahead of them, there were countless terracotta warriors—undead warriors forged from grave soil and ashes—a dark mass silently surging toward the leopard cats.

"What a troublesome thing."

Qiu Lan's fist, crackling with electricity, slammed into the breastplate of a terracotta warrior.

With a crisp "crack," cracks exploded outwards from the fist mark.

The entire terracotta figurine shattered in the middle and collapsed to the ground with a crash.

From within the shattered shell, a glowing soul drifted out, spun in mid-air, and then vanished silently, like a lantern extinguished by the wind.

Qiu Lan shook the dirt off her fist, her brows furrowed. "If you break these things, a whole bunch of them will pop up again. It's never-ending."

"Trouble is good."

Xia Lan stood to his side and slightly behind, arms crossed, her tail swaying slowly behind her.

She took a deep breath and suddenly opened her mouth—several blazing fireballs shot out, sweeping across the ground and engulfing the six or seven terracotta figures that were rushing towards her.

Flames licked at the clay figures, crackling and popping. The terracotta figures crumbled and shattered under the intense heat, scattering charred fragments across the ground.

Several clusters of fireflies rose from the fire, then quickly dissipated like evaporated dew.

Xia Lan crossed her arms with satisfaction. "The old hag who can make souls reside in inanimate objects and thus generate activity, and who lives here and can communicate between the living and the dead, seems to have some skill."

She looked up, her gaze passing over the battlefield and landing on the pottery kiln on the valley platform.

The kiln was emitting bluish-gray smoke, which rose straight up through the snow.

Chunlan stood beside Donglan, a thin layer of snow on her shoulders, her hands tucked into her sleeves, watching her tribesmen slowly advance ahead.

Although the terracotta figurines were numerous, they moved slowly and lacked flexibility.

The leopard cat squads, in groups of three to five, would have one person distract the enemy while they flanked from both sides, smashing one body before advancing one step at a time, advancing cautiously step by step.

"Big sister."

Chunlan spoke softly, her breath dispersing in the wind, "We set off from the Western Kingdom, inquiring and searching along the way, and this is already the eighth one."

She counted on her fingers.

"The first one is the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal from the north, who claims to be able to bring people back to life, but in reality he just turns corpses into puppets."

"The second one is a sorcerer in the deep mountains who claims to know the art of reincarnation, but in the end it's nothing more than a trick of switching souls."

"The third is the Earth Spider clan, which lives underground. They can weave memories and souls with spider silk, weaving the consciousness of the dead into a new body. The result is something that can't even recognize who it is."

"..."

"The eighth one was specifically requested by someone, and this is it."

Chunlan looked towards the pottery kiln emitting blue smoke, and a black dot the size of a grain of rice was flying towards her.

"Kirono Rito - It is said that she can reshape the body with the bones and soil of the grave, and bring the soul back to the world of the dead."

Snowflakes landed on Chunlan's eyelashes, melting into tiny, shimmering droplets. She looked at Donglan, "Big sister, is this one going to be reliable?"

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Donglan replied calmly.

Along the way, I've seen too many false rumors, and the impatience in my heart has been dulled by time, turning into a more enduring, deep-seated patience.

Through monthly correspondence with Inuyasha, my mindset has become increasingly peaceful.

In their monthly correspondence with Inuyasha, the occasional words of wisdom he wrote would always inadvertently strike a chord with her.

Having seen a lot of him, I've also learned a bit of his "nothing can be rushed" attitude.

"After capturing the demon woman Ritsu, we'll go to Rashomon."

Chunlan paused slightly, "...Shouldn't we go back to our own clan's territory first?"

After finding the resurrection technique, they would first test it on the lord's relatives to determine if it would work.

"We are, after all, Inuyasha's subordinates," Donglan said matter-of-factly.

"I haven't seen my lord for half a year, I should go and pay him a visit at the end of the year."

"Consider the ghost woman a gift."

Chunlan had no liking for the despicable, cruel, and lewd silver-haired half-demon.

Just thinking about his smug face made her molars itch.

But since her elder sister had spoken, Chunlan could only suppress her reluctance and nod.

Just then, a scream came from ahead.

"You damn leopard cat, prepare to die!!"

A sharp, piercing roar descended from the sky, the voice filled with the rage of someone who had been attacked.

In mid-air, a hunched figure was falling rapidly—withered limbs and a head of gray, disheveled hair.

His face seemed to be etched by time and resentment, with deep furrows and ravines.

The bright red pupils were set in deep eye sockets, shining like two red-hot charcoal lumps.

The demon woman Rito held a scythe taller than herself, its blade gleaming a pale, cold light in the snow. The blade was covered with dense, incantations, like wriggling snow worms.

The sickle slashed down from the sky.

"puff--"

"puff--"

Two heads rolled onto the snow, the warm blood from the severed wounds splashing onto the white snow, spreading a shocking crimson.

"You damned old hag—!!"

Enraged, Qiu Lan's feet crackled in the snow, and lightning crackled around her as she lunged at the ghost woman Li Tao like an arrow released from a bow.

After landing, Li Tao spun around, his scythe sweeping across the ground, the blade brushing against the snow and mud, and slashed towards Qiu Lan's waist.

Qiu Lan changed direction midway and slammed her right fist hard onto the handle of the sickle.

"clang--!!"

The hilt of the knife was struck and tilted slightly, the blade grazing past Qiu Lan's side ribs.

Li Tao took two steps back, staring intently at Qiu Lan, his chapped lips twisting into a ferocious smile that revealed his yellowed teeth.

"We have no past grievances or recent disputes, so what do you mean by coming to our door to cause trouble!"

Qiu Lan cracked her fist, tilted her head to look at the withered old hag in front of her, and sneered, "Do I need a reason to hit you?!"

"Excellent—very good!"

One sentence made Li Tao's lips twitch. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger, muttering a spell.

Several cracks appeared in the snow, and skeletal arms emerged from the cracks, reaching for Qiu Lan's feet.

"This kind of trick—!!"

Qiu Lan shouted and leaped into the air, dodging the bone hand's grab.

His body flipped halfway in mid-air, and his right leg slashed down towards Li Tao's head.

Xia Lan followed behind, spitting out several fireballs to block Li Tao's retreat.

"Big sister, I'm going too."

Chunlan said something, and with Donglan nodding, she came to the battlefield and used illusion magic.

Before long, Li Tao, who was being attacked by three men, was subdued and became a prisoner.