Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 94 Forgive Me, Ling Yue When She Was Drunk

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, autumn turns into winter, and the colors of the world gradually fade from golden yellow and deep red to gray and dark brown.

The north wind of the late thirteenth year of the Eastern Kingdom spread along the mountain ridges and rivers, but it could not blow away the vibrant life on this land.

Supported by a modern nation with hundreds of millions of people and a developed economy, Dongguo, which was initially a feudal society, has seen its development in all aspects soar like a rocket into the sky.

unstoppable!

In the depths of hell in another realm, there are no changing seasons, only an eternally unchanging dark red sky and an ever-surging sea of ​​lava.

Sesshomaru and Toga once again crossed paths on the scorched earth.

The moment the Bakusaiga and the Murakumoiga collided, only a very soft, crisp sound was heard, like a low murmur before jade shatters.

Then the two beams of light landed.

Sesshomaru landed on a black rock pillar that rose from the lava.

The crescent-shaped armor disappeared, the sword was sheathed, and a clear, metallic hum was heard as the blade met the scabbard. Then, the sword stood with its hands at its sides.

Below, the sea of ​​lava spewed forth blazing streams of magma, and crimson flames shot into the sky, illuminating Sesshomaru's cool and indifferent brows.

Douya stood on another rocky platform, holding the Sounaga horizontally in front of him, the light flowing on the blade like a living creature breathing slowly.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Sesshomaru's retreating figure, an eyebrow raised. "Sesshomaru, aren't you going to continue?"

Sesshomaru did not turn back.

The wind passed between him and Touya, carrying the heat of lava and the smell of scorched earth, and brushed his silver hair behind him.

A calm voice rang out.

"It's over."

Upon hearing this, Douya Wang frowned slightly, then suddenly his expression changed as he looked down at the Congyun Fang in his hand.

A very faint, crisp sound came from inside the blade, fine and short, like ice cracking from deep within under heavy pressure.

Cracks appeared in the center of the spine of the Congyunya blade and quickly spread to both sides.

Like a frozen river surface, bursting open from the depths as it thaws in spring.

The evil spirit of Congyunya let out a short, twisted wail, surging out from inside the blade before being swallowed by the crack.

The blade snapped off at the crack, the upper tip falling into the lava sea below, splashing up a crimson spark before being swallowed by the scalding magma and disappearing without a trace.

Touya stood on the scorching hot rock platform, holding half of his broken sword, and remained silent for a long time.

The wind rushed in from all directions, pulling his long hair back to reveal a face softened by the passage of time.

At this moment, Sesshomaru slightly turned his head.

The firelight reflected on the cool lines of his profile, making his golden eyes shine.

He tilted his gaze and said softly.

"Father, Mother hopes you can go back."

Toga snapped out of his daze, put the half of the Murakumo Fang back at his waist, and looked up at Sesshomaru.

He knew that his eldest son, whom he had defeated, had extended a final invitation to him.

The old man let out a soft sigh, offering no further explanation, only a smile spreading from the corners of his lips to the depths of his eyes, conveying a sense of relief.

"Sesshomaru, you've grown up now and can take care of your mother."

Sesshomaru lowered his head slightly, like the highest snow-capped peak in a valley tilting slightly when the wind picks up, before returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

Goodbye, Father.

With a light touch of the boot tip on the edge of the rock pillar, the figure soared into the air, the moon-white silhouette sweeping across the dark red sky, gradually disappearing into the direction of the hellish rift.

Touya stood still, watching his figure grow smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared into the horizon where clouds and firelight intertwined.

The hot wind from the lava surged up from his feet, making his clothes flutter loudly.

Having witnessed the thunderous roar throughout, I calmed my agitation and descended from the rocky ridge.

Looking at Touya's face, which was illuminated by the flickering firelight, he saw a complex expression he had never seen before.

"—Lord Touya, this is—" Lei Ming was unsure what to ask, or whether he should ask at all.

But looking at Touya's expression at that moment, he felt he should at least say something.

After a long while, Touya-o finally turned his gaze away from the distance.

He looked at Thunder Beast, who had a beloved wife and children, and asked, "Thunder, tell me, what exactly are love and responsibility?"

Lei Ming looked at Douya Wang with a complicated expression and didn't say anything more, but he understood that the other party's choice to go back together had probably become a pipe dream.

Between love and responsibility, Touya Wang spent his entire life making choices.

Choosing Izayoi means that I am destined to feel indebted to Lingyue Xianji and Sesshomaru.

Now, Sesshomaru has come to him with Lingyue's words, asking if he is willing to go back—which means only one thing: the debts that were once suspended and delayed have a chance to be slowly made up for.

However, neither Lingyue Xianji nor Sesshomaru ever needed anyone's protection.

Even without him, the mother and son still stand at the very top, like two mountains standing tall, unshaken no matter how the wind and snow rage.

What truly prevented him from taking that step was another direction.

A figure who had been trapped in the cycle of reincarnation for decades, a woman who, in human form, captured the heart of a great demon.

She had no demonic power, no longevity bloodline, and no resilience to contend with heaven and earth, yet she left an indelible warm mark on Touya's long and wonderful life.

Izayoi is still waiting for him in the cycle of reincarnation.

She wasn't waiting for a powerful monster to protect her, but for someone who had made a promise with her to keep a promise that had been far too late.

Please forgive me.

"Douya-o said in a low voice."

It was as if she was speaking to Sesshomaru who had gone far away, and also as if she was speaking to herself.

The wind surged from the ends of hell, carrying the scent of sulfur and ash, and dissipated the lingering sound.

Eastern Kingdom, Heavenly Palace atop the Clouds.

The sunset glow burned a poignant and beautiful light, spreading across the sky like torn red silk hanging down over the sea of ​​clouds.

Lingyue Xianji stood on the jade steps in front of the palace, her back to the sunset, facing Sesshomaru who had just returned and explained the situation.

Her tall, slender figure was edged with a delicate golden-red glow by the light of the horizon, but it couldn't conceal the surging emotions on her face—anger that had been suppressed for decades and was finally ignited on this evening.

"What a formidable fang-wielding king!"

She gritted her teeth, her usually exquisitely beautiful features unusually devoid of composure. "What a dead person, utterly indifferent to reality!"

"What does that man take us, mother and child, for?!"

"Just an insignificant bonus in his extraordinary life?"

Sesshomaru silently looked at his mother, knowing that what she needed at this moment was not comfort, but simply to speak out what had been bottled up in her heart for too long, and then let the evening breeze dispel it for her.

But Lingyue Fairy's gaze fell on her son's still silent face.

Instead of calming down, the anger was like fuel being added, burning even more fiercely.

Why are you one?

Her voice suddenly rose, her fingertips pointing directly at Sesshomaru, filled with an almost unreasonable, betrayed grievance and ferocity.

"Why not kill him!"

For the first time in his life, Sesshomaru felt truly overwhelmed by his mother's presence.

The Fang Blade, capable of cleaving heaven and earth, was utterly useless at this moment.

But he couldn't ignore it.

If my mother were left alone in this empty heavenly palace tonight, venting her frustrations at the sunset and the sea of ​​clouds, I fear that by dawn this heavenly palace on the clouds would truly fall to earth.

Looking at his mother's reddened eyes, Sesshomaru could only think of one thing: only a woman can deal with a woman.

What surfaced in his mind was the Ruri Shrine where his younger siblings lived.

Having family around is better than having none.

Then Sesshomaru spoke.

"Mother."

"Um?"

Lingyue Xianji, who was waiting for her son's reply, was still seething with anger. Like a tigress that had been provoked, she said coldly.

"So you want to invite me to go and kill your deadbeat father?"

Sesshomaru met her gaze, paused for a moment, and then uttered the second half of his sentence.

"Shall we go to the Ruri Shrine—for drinks?"

Lingyue Fairy was stunned.

She had no idea what Sesshomaru was thinking, but whatever!

"want!"

Lingyue Fairy raised her chin, flicked her sleeves, and said, "Let's go now!"

She turned around and walked down the jade steps, as if afraid that if she was a step too slow, she would change her mind.

"Who wants this lousy place!"

She left those words behind without looking back.

Sesshomaru stood there, watching his mother's back fly into the sky. He lowered his eyes with a headache and followed after her.

As the sunset faded, the lights of the Ruri Shrine came on.

When Sesshomaru led Lingyue Xianji to the end of the path, Kikyo and Kaede were standing under the eaves of the main hall talking about something.

Jieluo and Changpu also stood to one side.

They turned around almost simultaneously, their gazes falling on Lingyue Xianji's mature and beautiful face, which clearly still held lingering anger. They exchanged only one glance before tacitly meeting her gaze.

"Grandma, it's dinner time, come and have some with us."

Kikyo reached out and took Senhime's arm, while Yura linked arms with her from the other side. "Yes, Inuyasha volunteered to cook again today. Let's just enjoy our meal."

Maple and calamus led the way.

Caught between Inuyasha's women, Lingyue Xianji's anger hadn't even had a chance to ignite before it was stifled by their overly natural enthusiasm. She was also bewildered by Feng's words, "Inuyasha can cook?"

"Never mind, it's not important."

The beautiful woman let them lead her into the hall, muttering as she did so, "Remember to serve wine, good wine!"

The paper doors inside closed, and the low table was quickly filled with cups, saucers, and bowls.

As the saying goes, one woman grumbles, two women bicker, three women make a drama, and four women get drunk.

At first, you could still hear Fairy Lingyue criticizing Douya Wang intermittently, and when she got angry, she would slap the edge of the table.

But after a few cups of plum wine...

The words accumulated over the years were gradually softened by the warm wine bubbles.

The room was filled with women, and within a few words, they quickly drifted off to another room.

From the fabric of the textiles to the style of the hair buns, from which of the newly recruited shrine maidens at the Ruri Shrine is the most clever, to which city in the Eastern Kingdom has the most bustling market.

The topic is like a small boat with its mooring ropes undone, drifting far away with the current, twisting and turning, and no one knows where it will turn next.

As the alcohol took effect, someone started humming a tune.

Then a second voice followed, and then even Lingyue Fairy Ji relaxed her original posture, leaned back on the cushion, raised her hand to clap her hands, and the anger between her brows and eyes was washed away by the smell of alcohol and laughter.

Which dog is Douya Wang?

I don't know him!

Inside the paper door, candlelight flickered, cups cast shadows, and laughter and singing echoed in layers.

Sesshomaru sat at the end of the table, eating his meal quietly without uttering a single word. After finishing his food, he got up and left the table.

The ladies were engrossed in their conversation and no one noticed him getting up.

Sesshomaru didn't care, turned around, opened the paper door, and walked out.

The night breeze from the corridor swept over him, carrying the chill of late winter, and dissipated some of the smell of alcohol from his robes.

He walked a few steps along the corridor, turned his head, and looked through the night to the paper door that was glowing warmly. Several figures were projected onto the thin paper by the candlelight.

Some raised their glasses, some tilted their heads back, and some leaned against each other, slouching in unrestrained manners. Singing and laughter leaked out from between the gaps, completely devoid of their usual dignity.

Women are terrifying!

Sesshomaru's back stiffened slightly, and then he shivered.

He turned his gaze away and went to the kitchen, where he saw Inuyasha cooking.

The hot oil in the pan was sizzling slightly, and white steam rose up, carrying the aroma of scallions.

The oil sizzled and popped in the hot pan, mingling with the aroma of the stir-fried ingredients, all at once.

As the New Year approaches, most of the monsters from World One have returned to the Eastern Kingdom to prepare for a joyous and bountiful year.

"What bad luck! I came back wanting to show off my skills, but it's not even on the table yet. Next time I'll have to bring Sesshomaru along!"

Sesshomaru withdrew his gaze, as if he hadn't heard anything, and turned to leave.

As I passed through Rashomon and entered the city, I casually grabbed a man named Jaken who was hunched over his desk reviewing official documents, looking drowsy as he worked.

Although the God of Justice himself doesn't handle affairs, his status is such that official documents are still delivered to his desk in Rashomon every day.

All these tasks fell to the little monster, who was overjoyed and determined to do them well.

Jaken was lifted off his chair by Sesshomaru, still clutching a pen in his hand. He groggily opened his eyes, "—Master Sesshomaru? Where are we going—"

"To tour the world."

Sesshomaru spoke succinctly, his feet never stopping. Jaken was grabbed by the collar and swayed twice in mid-air before finally regaining full consciousness.

As soon as the master let go, he quickly tucked the pen into his belt, adjusted his posture with both hands and feet, and followed him outside.

The moonlight was cold and clear. Two figures walked out of the city gate of Rashomon one after the other, and headed along the official road toward the distant mountain ridge.

By the time the banquet ended, it was already late at night.

A few flickering candles swayed on the table, cups and saucers lay scattered, and the aroma of wine lingered in the room.

Someone suggested, "How about we go for a soak in the hot springs behind the mountain?" The women looked at each other with hazy eyes, and one by one, they got up and walked towards the back mountain, leaning on each other.

The paper door was pushed open and closed again, and laughter scattered like beads all the way.

The hot spring behind the mountain is hidden deep in the bamboo forest. The night wind rustles through the bamboo tips, breaking the moon's shadow into flowing silver spots.

The spring pool is not large and is built of bluestone.

The water was shrouded in warm mist, which shimmered with a soft luster under the moonlight, like a mirror that had been steamed through.

Several women kicked off their wooden clogs and stepped into the warm stone slabs, causing the water to ripple and then recede, spreading out in concentric circles.

Warmth spread up from the soles of my feet, making the effects of the alcohol even more relaxed, and even my bones felt a little softer from being soaked in hot water.

Kikyo leaned against the edge of the pond, her head tilted back, her neck flushed a light red from the steam.

Feng sat next to her with his eyes closed, a lingering smile on his lips.

Jieluo stretched her body in the water and leaned lazily against the stone wall.

The calamus huddled in the shallowest part, its cheeks flushed crimson from the heat and the aroma of alcohol, like a newly ripened berry.

Lingyue Fairy was soaking in the middle of the hot spring. The wine made her phoenix eyes glisten with moisture, and some things that she would never do or think of on ordinary days suddenly popped into her mind.

Wow, Inuyasha really knows how to enjoy life. Who wouldn't be tempted by these four beauties?

She first slowly moved two steps underwater, approaching the calamus.

The wolf girl was dipping her head and playing with the water when she was suddenly touched lightly on the waist. She shrank back as if burned and let out a soft gasp.

Fairy Lingyue chuckled.

His fingers then slid up her waistline, brushing against her back, causing Changpu to tense up completely. She dared not dodge, only blushing and muttering softly, "Mother—"

The sound of "Mother—" was soft and sweet, with no harm whatsoever.

Jieluo laughed heartily beside her; she was never one to back down from a fight.

But the next instant, a hand slid down the water to her waist, gently pinching the edge of her ribs. The female demon's laughter faltered, turning into a series of suppressed chuckles, "Don't—itch—!"

As she spoke, she shrank back, but Lingyue Fairy took the opportunity to hook her arm and pull her closer.

Kikyo, being human, was not as ethereal as a demon, and her expression was dazed and confused.

But when his hand slid to her shoulder, her eyes widened.

Lingyue Fairy's fingers slid along her collarbone, pausing halfway down, as if admiring a fine piece of jade.

She then smiled and said softly, "Kikyo, you have such a beautiful frame. Inuyasha must have spoiled you rotten."

Kikyo's ears turned bright red, and she turned her head away. "Grandma, you're drunk."

Feng chuckled softly from the other side, but before the laughter could even begin, a slender, jade-like hand reached out from the water.

Feng, who had never been treated like this before, blushed slightly. "Grandmother, I am no match for yours—"

"Nonsense."

Lingyue Fairy raised her chin, her drunkenness having washed away even her last shred of dignity.

The woman whispered as her hand slid from the top of Feng's hair to the back of her neck, then along the underwater shoulder line southward.

"Look, even the eldest sister is tempted."

"Ah~"

The water splashed up and fell back down, and the mist carrying laughter swirled and rose, softening the moonlight.

Lingyue Fairy smiled broadly in the middle, reaching out to touch the farthest Kikyo, but her foot slipped on the bluestone and was caught by Jieluo with quick eyes and hands.

The two collided, making a loud splash as they fell into the water, splashing water all over the faces of Maple and Iris beside them.

Everyone burst into laughter.

By this time, the stoves in the kitchen had already been extinguished.

Inuyasha, holding a bowl of fried rice, squatted on the porch, gazing at the rising steam from the hot springs behind the mountain and the faint sounds of laughter and chatter, and enviously drank several mouthfuls of his "happy water".

"Damn it, I was supposed to be the main character in the hot spring!"

"This debt must be settled with Sesshomaru!"

"Damn it!"

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