Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 83 Inherent Spirit Armor - Winter Bone Armor, This Glory

"It is a child's duty to revive you!"

Donglan took a step forward, her boots making a soft cracking sound as they stepped on the ice.

The crack stretched forward along her feet, reaching right up to the leopard cat lord's feet!

"but"

"Stopping you from harming the Eastern Kingdom—is my duty as the [Transformation Celestial Venerable]!"

The moment the words fell, the chill emanating from Dong Lan suddenly surged.

A beam of icy blue light shot up from beneath her feet, piercing through the dark clouds overhead and carving a circular opening in the clouds to reveal the sky tinged with twilight.

She stood in the pillar of light, her hair fluttering backward in the cold wind.

His eyes and brows held the coldness and pride passed down through generations of the great demon, the leopard cat clan.

Like a long sword that has been covered in frost and snow for too long, it is finally drawn from its sheath, revealing the cold gleam that has never been worn down.

Unique Spirit Armor: Winter's Bone Armor!

Using bones as the skeleton and cold air as the flesh and blood, it instantly condensed into a translucent ice crystal bone armor.

The armor conformed to her body shape, extending and contracting, with a row of neat, curved bone spurs like the ribs of a leopard cat growing from the edges, extending down from the shoulder armor to the waist.

There is a vertical ridge of ice behind the neck, extending downwards along the spine, like a long sword frozen in its sheath, ready to be drawn at any moment.

The skeletal armor covered her arms and torso perfectly, with even her knuckles covered in fine ice crystal plates.

The big ice cat raised its hand and clenched its fist, making a crisp, cracking sound as its five ice claws came together.

The bone armor made a very slight friction sound as it moved, not harsh, but with a metallic texture, as if ice and iron had been forged together at extremely low temperatures, cold and hard.

"This is the power I gained in the Eastern Kingdom, Father, Lord of the Frontier—"

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Donglan raised her chin, her body covered in the Dark Winter Bone Armor, ice crystals flashing with each breath, and cold flame-like light surging in her icy blue pupils.

"To war or to peace?"

Choose!

Qin Fang looked down at Dong Lan. The two clusters of dark red light under his mask flickered twice, then suddenly became blazing brightly, like lava being blown into by a blower.

"Arrogant—!"

These two words struck the ice like an iron pestle, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The leopard cat lord moved.

Its body soared from the top of the altar, like a cast-iron mountain thrown out, and plunged straight down, enveloped in dark red demonic power.

An enormous fist, enveloped in scorching air, hurtled straight toward Dong Lan's face.

Dong Lan took a half step back with her left foot, her hands, covered in bone armor, clasped together in front of her, ice crystals condensing into a semi-transparent ice wall between her palms.

The moment Qin Fang's fist struck the ice wall, a muffled explosion rang out.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the ice wall, and cold air surged out from the cracks, climbing up the armor on Qin Fang's arm and covering the iron-black armor plate with a layer of white frost.

Qin Fang's arm jerked, and the frost layer shattered and fell off, but that brief delay allowed Dong Lan to create some distance.

She lightly touched the ice with her toes, sliding backward several feet. Her hands formed a hand seal in front of her, and several icy wing-like spikes suddenly opened from the back of her Winter Bone Armor, like unfolded wings, bringing with them a gust of cold wind carrying ice crystals.

"Then come on, my father!"

As Dong Lan's voice faded, she paused, her body lunging forward. The claws covered in bone armor drew five parallel, icy-blue streaks in the air, slicing straight at Qin Fang's breastplate.

Qin Fang turned to the side, his claws brushing against Dong Lan's shoulder armor, leaving a faint white mark on the armor plate, and then slapped Dong Lan's side rib with his palm.

The palm strike, imbued with dark red demonic power, resembled a swung iron hammer. Dong Lan couldn't dodge completely in time and could only retract the bone armor on her left arm to block the attack.

The shock caused him to slide backward, his boots leaving two deep grooves on the ground.

The two turned around simultaneously as they passed each other and continued their attack, neither giving the other a chance to catch their breath.

Demonic power and primal energy clashed back and forth between the two, with dark red flames and icy blue chills exploding alternately.

Like two tides pulling in completely opposite directions on the same coastline, each impact lifts the surface rocks and frozen soil into the air before slamming them back down.

The celestial phenomena surged and distorted above their heads.

The gap pierced by the icicles in the dark clouds had not yet closed, and new dark red clouds piled up from the edge, like two flags each occupying half of the sky in confrontation.

Half of the sky was a dark, molten gold-red, while the other half was a pale blue and grayish-white, frozen into a thin layer of frost. At the boundary between the two colors, there were stray flashes of lightning that occasionally illuminated the entire mountain forest as if it were daytime.

The earth beneath their feet shattered and froze, froze and shattered again.

Further away, Chunlan, Xialan, and Qiulan led the leopard cat tribe to safety.

Chunlan, who was stronger and had the [Sun Wheel] badge on her shoulder, stood on a slightly higher rock ridge, her gaze never leaving the two figures that were constantly intersecting like natural disasters at the boundary between the sky and the earth.

Xia Lan clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her voice was torn apart by the wind, but she still stubbornly squeezed it out of her throat, "Big sister—you have to win."

Nobody wants their own side to win.

They had witnessed firsthand how terrifying the combat power of Luo Shengjing's high-level officers was, and they knew clearly that even if Qin Fang was lucky enough to win against Dong Lan's Netherworld Bone Armor, what awaited him was an even stronger God of Justice and the Lord of the Eastern Kingdom!

Two terrifying beast kings that utterly fail to inspire any desire to challenge them!

Will a pro-Fang lord who has suffered defeat in the past win when facing the true fangs of the East?

The leopard cat tribesmen watched the slender figure enveloped in ice blue and dark red in the sky.

The skeletal armor on her body lit up and dimmed with each attack and defense, like a knife being repeatedly tempered.

You must win, Lord Donglan!

On a distant mountain ridge, Sesshomaru slightly turned his head, his eyes peering through the sparse clouds and the afterglow of dusk at the turbulent celestial phenomena hundreds of kilometers away.

"The rivals left behind by my father—is that all there is to it?"

He looked at it for a moment, then chuckled softly, the sound reaching Xie Jian's ears behind him.

The little demon, panting heavily as he carried the staff of human heads, heard this seemingly random remark and quickly looked up, following Sesshomaru's gaze to the horizon.

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand anything and blinked his eyes curiously twice.

"Young Master Sesshomaru, what's wrong?"

"Let's go, Jaken."

Sesshomaru withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

"I remember there was also a dragon bone spirit; let's take a look at its quality."

Dragon Bone Demon, isn't that the monster that Lord Touya sealed away by his own hands back then?

Why did you suddenly think of this?

He didn't understand Xie Guan's view, but he didn't ask any further questions.

After all, he's our young master. He'll speak when he wants to, and there's nothing we can do if he doesn't want to.

Just follow along.

Thinking this, the little demon shifted its gaze from Sesshomaru's back and inadvertently landed on the yellowing grass and trees by the roadside, suddenly realizing that it was already late autumn.

If you keep walking and cross a few more mountain ridges, you'll reach the territory of Rashomon.

The annual meeting of the eleventh year of the Eastern Kingdom will begin in a few months.

He clearly remembered the taste of the whole roasted deer at last year's banquet, as well as the mixed fruit wine approved by Lord Jieluo. Just thinking about it made his mouth water.

As Xiejian pondered, his legs unconsciously gained strength, and his steps became faster than before, making a "tap tap tap" sound as he stepped on the gravel road.

In the afternoon at Ruri Shrine, sunlight filters through the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of gold under the shade of the sacred tree.

Inuyasha sat on the ground leaning against a tree trunk, one hand behind his head, the other slowly reaching towards Kikyo's waist.

Kikyo sat down beside him and patted Inuyasha's hand.

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"Inuyasha, you've been getting more and more dissolute lately!"

After getting tired of Rashomon, he came to the shrine for a change of pace; he's practically a beast.

The priestess was quite unhappy. Looking towards the horizon, she asked, "What are your thoughts on the battle over there?"

Inuyasha's hand, which had been slapped away, paused for a moment. Instead of retracting it, he flipped it upwards, over the back of her slapped hand, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled the priestess into his arms without saying a word.

Kikyo was jolted to the side by his movement, and before she could even protest, her back was pressed against the half-demon's warm chest, and she was completely encircled in his arms.

Everything is ready, all I want to think about now is you.

Inuyasha rested his chin on the top of her head and rubbed it slightly, the faint scent of herbs and wood from her hair, carried by the wind, filling his nostrils.

Kikyo struggled slightly in his arms, as if in a symbolic act of resistance.

She pushed against his chest with both hands, and when her fingertips touched the warmth of his body beneath his clothes, she unconsciously loosened her grip by half.

Her eyes were lowered, and her cheeks were faintly flushed by the afternoon sunlight and the warmth of the half-demon's chest.

"—I'm asking about something serious."

Her voice softened at the end, like a leaf bent by the wind, wanting to drift away but still falling back to the same spot.

"I'm talking about serious matters too."

"Serious business?"

Kikyo raised her head and looked directly into Inuyasha's eyes. The slight reproach in her gaze had faded, revealing something deeper beneath.

"Then tell me, who is the person you truly love?"

"Of course it's you."

Inuyasha did not hesitate at all.

"————Big liar~"

The moonlit night was cool and clear, with silvery light pouring down from the sky, enveloping the entire fragmented mountain forest in a thin layer of cold light.

The earth was covered in ice and snow.

All traces of the battle were covered by a new layer of white frost.

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The chill had not yet dissipated, and tiny ice crystals still floated in the air, like countless tiny mirrors, reflecting the moonlight and the remaining demonic energy, making the entire battlefield appear as if it were submerged in a frozen galaxy.

Donglan stood in the center of the battlefield.

The body was covered in the Bone Armor of the Underworld, the ice crystals gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light under the moonlight. There were scorch marks left on it from the burning of dark red demonic energy, and cracks extended from the shoulder armor to the side of the chest, like the patterns on the surface of porcelain that had been repeatedly repaired.

Her breathing was heavy, each exhale condensing into a cloud of white mist in the air, but her back remained straight.

The undisputed winner!

The relatives knelt on the broken ice.

The iron-black armor was covered with crisscrossing slashes, and several armor plates had cracked and peeled off due to the cold air, revealing the new skin and wounds that had not yet fully healed.

The demonic power around him flickered faintly, like a lamp about to burn out.

He raised his head, his brows and eyes still retaining the sharpness and vigor of his youth, but the frostbite marks made him look somewhat old.

Donglan took two steps forward, her boots making a soft, crisp sound as they stepped on the ice.

She stopped less than ten feet away from her father, looked up at her still tall father even though he was kneeling, and the cold flames surging in her pupils had subsided considerably.

A complex luster, imbued with both moonlight and weariness, rose from the depths of her eyes.

"Father, it's all over."

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"Finish?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Qin Fang, who was kneeling, suddenly shuddered, and her right arm, covered in frost, abruptly rose.

With his five fingers spread, dark red demonic power condensed in his palm into a scorching ball of light, which blasted straight toward Dong Lan's face.

"I'm a great monster!"

"The only end is the underworld!"

The distance is too close.

too little time.

Almost no one had time to react.

But Dong Lan seemed to have anticipated this attack. She clenched her five fingers together, and the chill around her surged again, like a glacier whose bottom had been pierced. All the coldness poured out and converged on Qin Fang's suddenly rising figure.

The icy blue chill climbed up Qin Fang's arms, shoulder armor, and breastplate, freezing his activated demonic power, along with his still-undeveloped form, at the starting point.

The light of the demonic power flickered twice inside the ice layer, like a flame trapped in amber, struggling for a moment before being completely swallowed up by the layers of accumulated cold.

Half of Qin Fang's face still bore the savage and resolute expression of his outburst.

But those expressions, the moment they were covered by the ice, were frozen into history, sealed beneath a shell of ice several meters thick.

Donglan stood in front of the frozen figure and slowly withdrew her hand.

As her power waned, the Winter Bone Armor gradually faded, and ice crystals began to shatter and fall off from her shoulder armor, like a layer of frost blown away by the wind, breaking into tiny starlight along her back and arms, dissipating in the moonlight.

There was a fresh scratch on her cheek, not very deep, but with a faint red tinge, which was particularly clear in the moonlight.

"Father, when you wake up next time, you will witness a different us."

Donglan lacked the resolve to kill Qin Fang with her own hands, but she was very bold in sealing him away.

After all, time will solve all the problems that cannot be solved at the moment.

"Big sister!"

Shouts came from behind.

Chunlan's cat tail stretched into a straight line behind her, and her paws stomped through the snow and gravel, making a rapid and chaotic sound.

He rushed to Donglan in a few steps, grabbed her frost-covered sleeve, and shouted excitedly once again.

"Big sister—!"

Chunlan's eyes were red, but her mouth was wide open, like a cat that had been soaked in the rain for too long and was finally found. Her whole body seemed to be fighting between the two emotions of "I thought you were never coming back" and "You're back".

The pro-China faction has long held sway.

If Donglan hadn't insisted that "the leopard cat should handle its own affairs," she would have wanted to find Inuyasha, act cute for him, and get him to suppress the enemy.

Xia Lan bumped into them from behind, spreading her arms wide and encircling Dong Lan and Chun Lan together. She slammed her chin on Dong Lan's shoulder with such force that Dong Lan almost stumbled to the side.

Qiu Lan led the leopard cats at the back.

No one cheered loudly, nor did anyone laugh wildly, but the hushed whispers, filled with lingering fear and relief, spread like a tide among them, echoing between the moonlight and the remaining snow.

Donglan looked down at Chunlan's hand clutching her sleeve, then glanced up at Xialan's hair framing her shoulder, finally settling on Qiulan's honest smile, and laughed brightly.

"Gentlemen!"

Dong Lan strode forward, stopping before the frozen Qin Fang. With a flick of her sleeve, her resounding voice echoed clearly through the forest.

"Past glories are no longer worth mentioning."

Having established his prestige as a hegemon of the old era, Dong Lan's gaze swept across the crowd, and everyone bowed their heads in awe.

"We once carved our pride into this land with claws and blood, but those marks have sunk beneath the ice."

"Even if it's brought out again, it will only be melted away by the new sun, leaving no trace."

The wind blew through the forest, past the leopard cat and the ice, carrying her lingering voice into the distance.

Dong Lan paused for a moment, her gaze hardening. "Now we must truly embrace—the glory of a new generation!"

"And this glory"

She raised her hand, fingers spread, palm facing upward, as if supporting something invisible, letting it float in the moonlight.

Under everyone's gaze.

"I won't keep it all to myself!"

"What a clever way to say someone won't keep something to themselves!"

At that moment, a round of applause came from the air.

The leopard cats surrounding Donglan looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Several wary figures even subconsciously lowered their center of gravity, but when they saw the figure flying in under the moonlight, they instantly withdrew their prepared movements and unanimously adopted a different posture.

Jie Luofei landed on the ground and stopped at the edge of the crowd. Her gaze passed over the figures who bowed their heads to make way and landed on Dong Lan, who was surrounded in the middle. She blinked and smiled.

Without much formality, she pulled a dark gold scroll from her sleeve and unfurled it in her palm. The paper shimmered with a warm glow under the moonlight, and Inuyasha's source energy seal was pressed along the edge, its lines clearly visible.

Luo Shengjing, the chief steward, lowered his eyes to look at the writing on the scroll and spoke.

"Divine Decree"

Everyone except her, including Dong Lan, knelt down on one knee.

"The eldest daughter of the Leopard Cat clan, Donglan, is skilled in defending against enemies and quelling rebellions."

"The current Shrine Fighting Division is under the command of Donglan. It is independent of the Eight Divisions of the Yama Army and directly subordinate to the shrine lord."

"The organization and training of its personnel are all decided by the head of the fighting unit, and reported to the shrine for record-keeping. Every five years, each member is entitled to receive a piece of spirit armor!"

After Jie Luo finished reading the last word, she closed the scroll, held it out to Dong Lan with both hands, and her smile deepened as the sunlight fell on her excited face.

"Donglan, receive the order."

The leopard cat tribesmen surrounding Donglan quieted down, all of them filled with longing.

Without hesitation, and without any need for hesitation, Donglan reached out and took the scroll.

"Dong Lan, Lord of the Dou Tribe, obeys!"

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