Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 93 A Stormy Night, Back to the Seaside

"A mere grain of rice dares to rival the sun and moon? Die, all of you!"

Dong Lan shouted.

The cold air gathered, surged, and piled up above her head, forming a three-headed, six-armed ice giant in just a few breaths.

Standing over twenty feet tall, with six arms each wielding a different form of icy weapon, from a greatsword to a halberd, from a warhammer to a giant shield, each piece gleaming with a chilling light in the night!

The giant took a step forward, and most of Kyoto trembled slightly under its weight.

With all six arms outstretched, carrying wind, snow, and cold currents, it faced the Yamata no Orochi descending from the clouds head-on. Ice shards and poisonous mist exploded in the night sky, like a sudden storm of ice and fire.

It's like an ancient myth has returned to the world!

Donglan, who had slain the Yamata no Orochi, had no intention of commanding the giants.

As the ice giant stepped out, it transformed into a streak of icy blue light, traversing the battlefield in a straight line—the talisman exploded beside her, and fragments of spiritual light scattered to both sides like icebergs dispersed by a torrent.

The layers of barriers were eroded and shattered by the cold air just before she approached, like a string of glass targets being shot through one after another, exploding into tiny blue fragments of light in the night sky.

The Winter Armor tightened slightly, conforming to the body, as the user charged forward at high speed.

A layer of fine, sharp ice spikes condensed on the shoulder armor, like a row of frozen fangs, cutting through the air with a low, sharp sound.

Like a raptor folding its wings and preparing to pounce in a storm, its posture is low and its center of gravity is forward, making it invincible!

"Well done!"

Seeing that the situation was not going to back down, Mimonin Hiruko exhaled and spoke, her voice deep and resonant like a deep bell.

He brought his palms together in front of him, and the power of the five elements surged between them. Crimson, cyan, bright yellow, silver, and dark ink colors swirled rapidly around his fists as he raised his fist and slammed it out.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible ring of ripples, like the vibration of a cannonball before it leaves the barrel.

The two trajectories collided in a straight line in the void in the center of the battlefield, at a speed so fast that onlookers could not keep up.

Only two afterimages, one icy and one five-colored, remained on the retina, rushing towards each other like two trains traveling face-to-face at full speed, about to suddenly meet at the midpoint of the tracks.

The cold air and the spiritual power of the five elements squeezed, devoured, and disintegrated each other, and at the same moment of disintegration, they re-condensed, clashed, and exploded.

The space at the center of the collision underwent several collapses and expansions in a short span of time, and the air was compressed into a white impact ring that suddenly spread outward from the two people as the center.

Wherever the impact ring passed, rubble on the ground was ripped up in large pieces, and the walls of the buildings on both sides cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

"ha!"

Leech groaned, and the five-colored spiritual light on his fist flashed violently. You could even hear the cracking sound of his fist bones breaking.

A dull pain shot up my wrist from my knuckles, like being pierced in the palm by a red-hot iron needle.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

The Ice Armor Blue Cat before them was not blasted apart or injured by the power of the Five Elements. Her body sank slightly at the moment of impact, like an old tree being blown headlong by a gale. The trunk swayed a few times, but the roots held firmly to the ground.

She then pressed down on him.

The icy blue energy surged wildly along the patterns on the bone armor, and the broken ice spikes on the shoulder armor reformed in the blink of an eye.

Donglan exerted its strength again on the ice, like an ice spike being pushed back into the cannon barrel, pressing down on the leech head-on, claw after claw, relentless, each strike carrying a chilling aura capable of freezing steel.

Leech was forced to switch from offense to defense, his palms flying, the power of the five elements condensing into layer upon layer of defensive barriers in front of him.

However, each barrier shattered and collapsed under the claws of the winter storm in less than half a breath.

His body was forced back by the successive impacts, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the arrogant smile in his eyes had faded, leaving only a solemn expression after being suddenly suppressed.

In the blink of an eye, he was in grave danger.

Donglan's sharp claws slashed down towards the leech's face once again.

The opponent gritted his teeth, his body constantly being chilled by the cold air, losing his former agility. He had no choice but to clasp his hands together to take the hit head-on. The sound of the collision was dull and short, and his body was pressed backward again, with ice stones flying everywhere.

In that instant, a sharp blade of light pierced through the air from the side, carrying a clear spiritual energy, and went straight for Dong Lan's ribs.

Abe Yuyuki drew his sword, and a white light flowed down the blade, like a line of moonlight compressed to its extreme.

His knife skills were precise and swift, displaying cunning and ruthlessness.

Dong Lan had anticipated this, and her claw attacks on the leech did not stop—her long tail covered in ice crystals suddenly lashed out from behind her waist.

Thick and tough like a frozen python, its surface covered with fine ice crystals, it swept horizontally towards Abe Yuyuki's sword, accompanied by a whistling wind.

The ice tail collided with the blade in mid-air. The sound of the collision was clear and short, like two pieces of cold iron being forcibly forged together at extremely low temperatures.

Abe Yuyuki's sword strike was forcibly deflected by this attack, the tip of the blade grazing Donglan's shoulder armor, leaving a shallow white scratch on the ice armor, reflecting his extremely solemn expression.

But Mikadoin Hiruko wasn't so lucky. Her chest was slid down by an ice claw, her intestines were ripped open, and blood splattered on the spot!

As Donglan landed, the three-headed, six-armed ice giant behind her cleaved off several of the Yamata no Orochi's heads, parrying with its giant sword and shield, creating a deafening roar.

"The strongest lineage of Onmyoji in the world?"

Scalding blood flowed down the ice's texture to her feet. Dong Lan stared at Abe Yuyuki and the white-clad figure that appeared behind him, her icy blue pupils shining like cold stars in the night.

"Let's all attack together!"

"I'm going to take on ten!"

The flames of war were fully ignited.

At this moment, the Leopard Cat Clan pressed forward in full force, pouring out from the rooftops, alleyways, and ruins on both sides, their claws gleaming coldly, colliding with the Onmyoji of the Mikadoin clan who had also emerged from the shadows.

On the main hall of the Kakaiin family's stargazing pavilion, the Wind Cave monk stood by the window, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his gaze piercing through the night as he looked at the sky, which was flickering with firelight and demonic energy.

Behind him, the current head of the Kakaiin family sat behind a low table, with a half-cooled cup of tea beside him. His gaze was also fixed on the same night sky, his expression indistinct in the interplay of candlelight and moonlight.

"It's not just that the yokai in Kyoto are insignificant. All the yokai and supernatural forces in the entire mainland will be wiped out by our country."

"Those old forces that have been entrenched in the mountains and cities for hundreds of years will not last long."

"The Onmyoji family—Kasakain—is also among them!"

The Wind Cave Master turned his head to the side, revealing half of his face illuminated by the firelight.

"But with me mediating, Kakeruin will become the best in the world!"

His tone turned serious. "But the prerequisite is that Kakeruin must make the right choice. They are already at odds with the descendants of Abe no Seimei, so why back down now?"

Why? Don't you know the answer in your heart?

The head of the Hanakain family twitched at the corner of his mouth.

He looked up and gazed at the handsome young mage before him, a man who had made a name for himself in Kyoto with his mastery of the Wind Cave technique—he had even married off an outstanding woman from his clan to him.

Now deeply bound to the Wind Cave Master, and in conflict with the Mikadoin, who has protected the "Daimyo" since ancient times, coupled with the other party's status as an outsider, all these things make one thing stuck in the throat of the head of the Kakaiin family.

What a despicable outsider!

Seeing the struggling head of the Kasakain family, the Wind Cave Master knew it was time to add fuel to the fire.

"Master, monsters are wreaking havoc in Kyoto. Can you bear to watch millions of civilians be displaced and separated from their families in this war?"

"For the sake of Kyoto's future, for the sake of all the people of the land, we must act swiftly and decisively!"

The head of the Kakaiin family closed his eyes, as if expelling the last trace of hesitation from his mind. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was calm, and his voice was low with a hint of gritted teeth.

"You brat, things have come to this point, and my Huakai Courtyard has no other choice."

"I agree!"

In the distant sky, the ice giant and the Yamata no Orochi clashed once again in a deafening explosion. The shockwave, carrying shards of ice and poisonous mist, blew all the way to the eaves of the Flower Garden, making the wind chimes under the corridor tinkle.

Master Fengxue led the elite warriors of the Huakaiyuan lineage and strode out!

A strong wind rises, and the clouds fly high!

On the shimmering blue seashore, the autumn sun, having shed the intensity of summer, falls upon the sea and shatters into countless leaping pieces of gold foil, warmly spreading across the sand.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, blew in from afar, rustling the palm leaves on the shore. Waves surged onto the beach in layers, then slowly receded, leaving faint watermarks on the damp sand.

With no one around, Jieluo changed into a sexy and eye-catching bikini. The fabric was so revealing that it made the little brother cry. Two thin straps were tied around her waist, swaying gently in the sea breeze, like two butterflies resting on her waist, ready to fly away at any moment.

She nestled in Inuyasha's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, her delicate chin slightly raised, her red lips moving as she read aloud the intelligence she had gathered over the past few days.

"Over in Tono, Koga has gathered all the local monsters under his command and is now using war to sustain his war effort."

"The Black Witch Tsubaki acted swiftly in Kyoto, wiping out Hagoromo Gitsune in one fell swoop. The remaining Kyoto yokai are either useless or have disappeared without a trace, unable to pose any threat."

As she spoke, her fingertips traced aimless circles on Inuyasha's chest, occasionally raising her eyes to reveal naturally alluring, watery eyes.

Take a bite.

Licking like a cat.

"The battle between the Onmyoji Mikadoin and Tobu was fierce. Later, under the leadership of the Wind Cave Mage, Kakeruin joined the battle from the rear. Under the attack from both sides, Mikadoin was defeated much faster than expected. Now, the remaining Mikadoin remnants are being hunted down by Tobu."

Jieluo turned her head slightly, winked at Inuyasha, her red lips concealing her pearly teeth, and continued with a smile.

"Six of the eight Yama divisions are currently sweeping across various regions, wiping out the forces in all parts of Japan. Those yokai that have performed well in their homelands and are temporarily unwilling to submit have been sent to Rashomon in batches."

"Extraordinary scriptures are also continuously being collected by the Ruri Shrine, hmm~"

The female demon let out a soft moan, rolled her eyes coquettishly, and exhaled.

"As for various advanced crops and livestock, and even modern weapons, Jiujiuchan managed them in an orderly manner, registering and cataloging each batch and storing them in the warehouse according to their categories."

"Feng arranged for the construction of eight [subspace barriers] throughout the Eastern Kingdom, and built several large warehouses nearby to store enough food to feed ten million people for a year."

"Everyone's working hard on your small, um, big, big expansion plan~"

The sea breeze passed between the two, blowing the untied ribbon to the horizon.

Jieluo tilted her head back, twisted her waist, and looked at Inuyasha with his eyes closed.

"You wicked thing, are you satisfied with the efficiency of the Eastern Kingdom and my own?"

"Enjoy my satisfaction!"

After a while, Inuyasha and Yura finally got up from the beach, lazily wiped the drinks off their clothes, and passed through the temporary barrier that had been set up to repel people.

Outside the barrier, a completely different scene unfolds.

The sunlight was still bright, and the sea breeze was still gentle, but the beach was crowded with people.

Everywhere there were voices, laughing, shouting, and yelling, all mixed together in a noisy cacophony warmed by the sun, like two parallel worlds, with only the sound of waves on the quiet beach on the other side of the barrier.

Yura naturally hooked her arm around Inuyasha's, almost hanging on him.

Her beautiful face was flushed slightly from the splits she had just done.

She turned her head, pressing against the dog's shoulder, and said, "Inuyasha, besides the demons, should we bring some people back to the Eastern Lands?"

Yura, her face flushed, clung to Inuyasha's arm and asked in a sweet voice.

Having considered this, Inuyasha shook his head. "Just select some elite individuals; the others aren't of much value."

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From the perspective of long-lived yokai, the human population in the Eastern Country will increase dozens of times in a few decades or hundreds of years.

In modern society, ordinary corporate slaves driven by capital and KPIs would be nothing more than hard-working oxen and horses if they were sent to the East.

What kind of life can you live as a superior person just by transmigrating to another world? Then every protagonist is a protagonist!

Jieluo casually mentioned something quite important.

"What are your plans for World Number One? Recently, my subordinates have reported that we have encountered forces from other countries."

"Some people want to establish diplomatic relations with us, while others are observing from the sidelines and haven't made a statement yet."

Jie Luo tilted his head slightly. "When they saw us delivering supplies, several companies offered to give us some supplies for free as a gesture of goodwill."

"World One is positioned as a temporary food warehouse, which can be abandoned at any time."

Inuyasha pondered for a moment and said, "Let the Prime Minister handle the gifts. We just need clean grain reserves on our own soil. After that..."

Er Gouzi uttered the three-word mantra: "Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, don't make promises."

Jieluo was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and laughed so hard that her shoulders shook and her chest, which was wrapped in his arms, trembled.

"You scumbag."

Inuyasha wasn't annoyed. He patted her on the waist, the touch firm yet bouncy, the sound crisp like patting a ripe melon.

"You don't like it?"

Jieluo's waist went limp from his slap, but she didn't flinch. She looked up, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

After a while, she seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, is Sesshomaru still in hell? Why haven't we heard from him?"

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Who knows?

Thinking of the filial piety that might happen in hell, Inuyasha shrugged.

He didn't need to think much about what would happen if they met in hell.

It's basically one person wanting to prove they've surpassed their teacher, and the other wanting to prove that experience matters.

Sesshomaru stood on a high cliff, his body covered in crescent-shaped armor, his hair flowing backward in the air currents of hellish heat, his face as cold and composed as ever.

He gripped the Bakusaiga in his right hand. The blade was long and sharp, its edge gleaming with a cold, white arc of light under the dim, hellish light. The tip of the blade was slightly lowered, pointing towards the ground.

Dozens of feet away, Douya Wang stood on a shattered lava plateau, with Congyun Ya held horizontally in front of him. The blade was dark red like molten gold, and the surface was covered with patterns of evil dragons.

The two were separated by a vast sea of ​​fire covered in lava, and the air was constantly distorted and deformed by the demonic power released by each of them.

On the distant rocky ridge, Lei Ming and the monsters who had followed Touya-o all the way from hell squatted in a row.

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It wouldn't be accurate to say they were in a row; tall and short, fat and thin, with legs and without, they were all crammed together haphazardly on the protruding stone platform. We've almost gotten used to this scene.

"Here we go again." A long, thin demon squatted on the far side.

You'll get used to it.

Another head popped out from behind, "I've counted, this is the nineteenth time. Every time after the fight, Lord Toga says 'Not bad,'" and then Lord Sesshomaru turns and leaves. Two days later, he comes again, and the fight continues, and the fight never ends. After Sesshomaru arrives in Hell, he finds Toga. Before the father and son can exchange more than three words, the atmosphere suddenly becomes tense.

At the time, Lei Ming and the others were so frightened that they were at a loss. They wanted to go up and persuade them, but Sesshomaru scared them away with just a look.

It wasn't until after this happened many times that they realized it wasn't a father and son falling out at all; it was just their daily routine.

Feitian squatted beside Leiming, clutching a dark red pebble he had picked up from the ground, tossing it around idly.

He squinted at the two figures clashing violently in the distance, then suddenly turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you think this is that saying—'Spare the rod and spoil the child'?"

Upon hearing this, Lei Ming turned his head to look at Fei Tian with a surprised expression. "Would you be happy if I hit you or scolded you?"

Feitian thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm not sick."

"That's settled then."

Lei Ming turned around, and Fei Tian paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue and muttered, "That's different," before falling silent.

A muffled impact came from afar as the Bakusaiga and Murakumoiga collided once more, the resulting shockwave carrying debris and hot air that swept towards them.

The blade of Bakusaiga stretched across the distance between the two, carrying a sharp blade aura capable of tearing the sky and the earth apart, and slashed straight at Touga-oh's waist.

Douya Wang flipped his wrist.

The Cloud Fang slashed diagonally upwards, its dark red blade light colliding head-on with the shimmering white blade light of the Blast Fang in mid-air.

The sky above hell suddenly darkened for a moment, and the lava plateau beneath their feet shattered under the impact. Fragments and molten slag were thrown into the air, where they were then crushed into fine powder by the aftershocks of the blade's energy.

"good."

"You're even stronger than when I last saw you," Touya said.

"Come back with me."

Sesshomaru raised the Bakusaiga to his front, the tip of the blade pointing at Toga.

"I'm already dead, and I no longer have any desire for the world of the living."

Douya-o raised his Murakumo-ga again.

The light of the two fang-shaped blades faced off against each other in the dim sky.