Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

A month has passed.

In the rice paddies of Zenkenkyo, the rice seedlings have already sprouted neat ears of grain, which gleam with a greenish-yellow hue under the sun.

However, since the beginning of summer, there has been little rain, and the soil on the ridges of the fields has dried out and turned white.

With no rain coming soon, even with irrigation from the river, this year's harvest will likely be significantly reduced.

"Everything is ready."

Feng stood at the end of the paddy field, looking at the wilted rice ears, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and turned to walk towards the square on Shanjian Road.

A temporary altar was erected in the center of the square. It was made of bluestone, three steps high, and the surface was covered with newly woven straw mats. Bamboo poles wrapped with shimenawa rope were inserted at the four corners.

The villagers gathered early in the morning—the elderly, women, children, and men who had once been bandits and prisoners but had now submitted to Zenkenkyo.

They were dressed in clean cloth, their faces showing a mixture of solemnity and anticipation, and they lined up in several rows in front of the altar.

Feng walked up to the altar and gently shook the rain-praying bell he had taken from the water god's treasury, which emitted a clear and melodious sound.

"The rain-praying ceremony begins, let us bow in reverence!"

Thousands of people knelt down in a rush.

The priestess closed her eyes, calmed her breathing, and then opened them, beginning to slowly sway her body in Inuyasha's eyes from the sky.

The rain-praying bell spun and rose and fell in her hands, its sound sometimes rapid like rain pattering on banana leaves, and sometimes gentle like wind rustling through bamboo shoots.

White robes and scarlet trousers fluttered in the sunlight, and beads of sweat on their foreheads were flicked off with each movement, spreading into tiny dark dots on the bluestone platform.

Pure and elegant.

The villagers bowed their heads as the bell rang, whispering prayers for rain.

"The thunder god shakes the heavens, the clouds part to bring rain from all directions; the rain god pours down the Milky Way, sweet dew nourishes the fields. We humbly beseech your divine mercy, that sweet rain may fall upon this land..."

After reciting it once, start all over again.

As the bells rang and the dance steps rose into the sky, they descended into the layers of thunderclouds.

In the sky, a figure is moving through the clouds.

The flying apsara, who had come on orders, rode on wheels of wind and fire, holding his lightning spear horizontally in front of him.

The electric arc at the tip of the gun stirred the surrounding airflow, causing the scattered clouds to gather.

He flew around the sky above Zenkenkyo several times, watching as more and more dark clouds were drawn in from all directions, piling up layer upon layer to form a thick, gray dome.

So she turned her head and called out towards a higher place, "White Dew—it's your turn!"

The water goddess Bailu stood amidst the sea of ​​clouds, holding the Yu spear in her hand, her every move radiating divine light.

She looked down at the shrine maiden dancing a rain-praying dance on the altar below, then glanced at the villagers lined up neatly, heads bowed in prayer for rain, and sighed softly, "Finally, it's my turn to take the stage."

Recalling that month of misery, when she was almost used as a concubine, Hakuro vowed to reclaim the dignity that belonged to the gods from Inuyasha.

Therefore, the first rainfall in Zenkenkyo must be perfect, dazzling the golden eyes of the other party who looks down on people!

Bai Lu, who had transformed from a water goddess into a rain master, gave Inuyasha, who was watching from the side, a look that said, "You've got it." She then held her spear in both hands and pointed it towards the sky.

The tip of Yu's spear glowed with a halo of lustrous, watery light, which spread outwards in layers, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples of spiritual energy in all directions.

Flying back behind Inuyasha, who stood with his hands behind his back, a ghostly light in his eyes, observing the world, the villagers, and the maple.

You can see faint, invisible threads connecting the people and the shrine maiden.

And the Thunder God and Rain Master, who are praised, are two concepts without any physical form.

The only difference is that the line abruptly breaks when it reaches the sky.

The wind suddenly picked up.

A rumble of thunder echoed from deep within the clouds, and then the first raindrop fell—icy and clear, striking the cracked ridges of the field and spreading into a dark dot.

Then came the second drop, the third drop, the tenth drop... The rain quickly went from sparse to dense, and from dense to torrential.

The crowd in the square fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous cheers.

"It's Lady Kaede's Kagura dance! She really brought the rain!"

"The Thunder God beats his drum, the Rain Master pours down his torrents—all the gods have heard! Our prayers from Shan Jianjing have reached the heavens!"

Feng stopped dancing and stood on the altar.

Rain-praying bells hung at her sides, and raindrops dripped down her hair and chin, wetting the shoulders and collar of her shrine maiden's robes.

She looked at the jubilant crowd, a genuine smile appearing on her lips.

"Inuyasha, aside from being unreliable, does do good deeds, doesn't he?"

Then Feng looked up at the sky, and with the power of the source energy enhancing his vision, he could vaguely see three figures on the rolling dark clouds.

In the sky, Fei Tian grinned from ear to ear, puffed out his chest, and said smugly.

"Hmph, the title 'Thunder God' sounds quite pleasant..." Although he didn't care, he couldn't help but fire another bolt of lightning into the sky with his lightning gun. The muffled rumble of thunder swept across the sky, as if responding to the cheers from the ground.

Bai Lu saw the surging cheers and gratitude below. Shouts of "Lord Rain Master" were carried by the wind to the clouds, falling into her ears like warm tides overflowing the embankment.

She straightened her posture slightly, gathered the flowing ribbons from her sleeves, straightened her back, raised her chin slightly, and exuded the composure and majesty of a deity.

Bai Lu glanced casually to one side, her voice clear and dignified in the wind and rain.

"Inuyasha, did you see that?"

"This power to summon wind and rain moves with the times and responds to the people's demands—no one understands the art of summoning clouds and rain better than I do."

She didn't even move her chin when she said this, but inside she was like a peacock that had just spread its tail feathers, outwardly reserved, but in reality every feather was waiting for a compliment.

"Well done, keep it up!"

Bai Lu was stunned.

She was prepared for the other party to say something sarcastic like "It's just a trivial skill, showing off your limited abilities" or "You think you can show off this little bit of skill?" and she was ready to retort.

But the phrase "Well done, keep it up" was too direct, lacking any sarcasm, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"...Hmph, at least you've spoken human language."

Bai Lu was secretly delighted, glancing at Inuyasha out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, she noticed that the silver-haired half-demon seemed to be looking at something, with a focus that Bai Lu had never seen before.

Following Inuyasha's gaze, she saw only torrential rain falling like thousands of silver threads from the sky, enveloping Zenkenkyo in a misty fog.

The fields, the altar, and the crowds were all blurred by the rain, making everything indistinct.

But in Inuyasha's eyes, it was dazzling and magnificent.

The anxiety and fear that had been building up for a whole month poured out of the villagers' chests the moment the rain fell.

Exhilaration, joy, exhilaration, and peace of mind—countless emotions intertwined to form beams of light invisible to the naked eye, rising from each person's body.

Like thousands of fine threads, they stretched out in the rain, falling unanimously onto the figure in white robes and crimson trousers on the altar.

The thread of faith!

Inuyasha, who had been transformed into a human by the new moon more than ten times, tried to use the spiritual power of a monk, and finally learned a breathing technique from the treasure of the water god.

Not only does it possess magical and demonic power, but it also possesses spiritual power for drawing talismans and setting up arrays.

The source force was infused with new power, becoming even more mystical, capable of reflecting even the invisible and intangible lines of nothingness.

This sparked a lot of whimsical ideas in Inuyasha's mind, who had read many fantasy and magical novels.

The most typical example is the land of Japan, with eight million demons and eight million gods.

So-called deities are nothing more than vessels that hold the thoughts of all living beings, supported by incense offerings, and formed from nothingness.

If mountains can become gods and demons can become gods, then humans—if they have endless faith—could also ascend to godhood.

If the faith of the people can be utilized, the priestesses favored by half-demons may well ascend to godhood and live forever.

The reason why the names of the Thunder God and the Rain Master were not explicitly given to Feitian and Bailu this time was due to Inuyasha's personal motives.

Both of them are demons, and they can live for hundreds or thousands of years without any problems. Having one more or one less divine title is just icing on the cake for them, and is dispensable.

But Feng couldn't wait that long.

Inuyasha didn't want to end up only counting the days gone by in front of a handful of yellow earth.

But the most crucial problem remains unsolved: how exactly should the power of faith be used?

Inuyasha watched as the power of faith dissipated from the priestess's body, with only a very small amount remaining to purify her power.

However, this increase is negligible and not even a drop in the ocean.

If you want significant results, you'd probably need hundreds of thousands of people making pilgrimages day after day.

Based on the example of Hakuro, who was once a water goddess, Inuyasha estimated that even with such a large following, without the corresponding magic, the best that could be achieved is health, longevity, and continuous good fortune.

There may also be unforeseen drawbacks such as the incense being poisonous or the religion being polluted...

The dog demon clicked its tongue inwardly, 'Without a proper method of becoming a god through incense offerings, and without a complete path to establishing a divine kingdom, figuring it out on one's own is difficult.'

He is still afraid that he might take a detour for decades and end up ruining himself.

In that case, it would be much simpler and more convenient to just go to the underworld to retrieve people.

"Should we continue to spread the spirit armor? Perhaps someone will awaken a heaven-defying spirit armor that extends lifespan and preserves youth."

Thinking of this, Inuyasha looked up and met Hakuro's direct gaze, a charming smile involuntarily appearing on his face.

"This is bad, run!"

Bai Lu's back stiffened abruptly, a chill shooting from her tailbone straight to the top of her head. She even forgot to hold the Yu Spear steady, flicked her two ribbons, and turned to rush into the depths of the clouds.

She ran away.

"What's wrong with this woman?"

Inuyasha stopped laughing, raising an eyebrow in displeasure. "I'm not going to eat you, why are you running away like you've seen a monster?"

Feitian shouted, "Lord Inuyasha, should I capture her?"

"You think you can beat her?"

Inuyasha glanced at Hiten.

When faced with a difficult question, the latter immediately lowered his head and remained silent.

"Alright, you should go back to Thunder Valley to cultivate. If the weather doesn't turn cold or rain, I'll have Mantian come over here."

"Yes, sir Inuyasha."

With a spin of his Wind and Fire Wheels and the Thunder Strike Spear held horizontally in front of him, the boy transformed into a streak of lightning and sped towards Thunder Valley.

Inuyasha landed in the courtyard of the female steward and went inside.

There were few decent adult items in the room; they were mostly children's things.

The female steward was sitting in front of the loom in the corner of the room, the shuttle moving back and forth between the cotton threads.

The moment she noticed the door being pushed open, she looked up. Although her face was devoid of features, the way she turned her head and the pause in her movement were enough to convey her surprise and respect.

She put down her work, stood up, clasped her hands in front of her, and bowed to Inuyasha, inadvertently revealing her great love.

Inuyasha waved his hand and casually sat down on a low, soft cushion.

He reached into the small basket beside him and pulled out a rag doll—the doll was only about the size of his palm, not particularly well-sewn, but it had a kind of clumsy cuteness.

He pinched the crooked ear of the rag doll with his fingertips, turned it gently, and smiled as his gaze fell on the crooked smiling face.

Wu Nu walked over, knelt down behind him, and used her warm hands to support the back of his head, guiding his head towards her knees.

Inuyasha did not resist, leaning back as he enjoyed the lap pillow.

"Lord Inuyasha."

The woman's voice came from above, soft as cotton, full of maternal warmth.

"Do you need me to transform?"

"……Um."

Inuyasha responded.

The woman lowered her head.

On that face, as smooth as a sheet of paper, the outline slowly emerged from the depths—delicate eyebrows, warm eyes, a pretty nose, and cherry lips.

Izayoi's face was thus fully revealed, exuding gentleness and nobility.

People are ultimately bound by what they cannot obtain in their youth. Inuyasha could only experience selfless love with Mujou.

Whether it's true or false is no longer important at this point.

There's nothing wrong with enjoying the world of illusion.

Inuyasha lazily said, feeling the gentle pressure of fingertips on his forehead.

"After praying for rain today, the villagers are now convinced that Feng can invoke the gods."

"At night, you arrange for the women to perform illusions so that everyone in Shanjianjing—regardless of age or gender—will hear a sentence falling from the sky."

"Just say—'The priestess Feng is a harvest goddess who descended to earth, in charge of wind, rain, thunder and lightning. She should establish a sacred place on earth and be worshipped with incense.'"

The future is uncertain, but in this wave, Inuyasha should prepare to become a god.

The woman looked down at him, and a gentle smile appeared on Izayoi's face.

She didn't care about anything else as long as it didn't involve the children's lives.

"Yes, sir Inuyasha."

That night, the lights in Zenkenkyo went out one by one, the moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and a deep, quiet blue enveloped everything.

People drift off to sleep, only to find themselves standing above a sea of ​​clouds in a daze.

Beneath my feet lies a palace paved with white jade, with countless tassel-like strands of light hanging from the eaves, illuminating the entire sky as clear as day.

Deep within the palace, a figure sat serenely in a halo of light, his face shrouded in a soft glow, indistinct yet inspiring an unspoken sense of trust and closeness.

When they awoke at dawn, they all went to the shrine maiden's place without prior arrangement.