Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 95: A Short Drama of Kaguya's Lecture, The Snow Woman's Determination

The candlelight flickered in the lamp, bathing the house in a warm, yellow glow.

The paper door was half-open, and the night breeze blew in from under the eaves, causing the candle flame to tilt slightly.

Inuyasha leaned against the low table by the window, one hand supporting his chin, the other hand, adorned with a ring, was bent and tapping the tabletop idly, his expression showing some anticipation.

Tonight is truly a rare treat.

Kikyo, Maple, Yura, and Ayame accompanied the disheartened Fairy Lingyue to the hot spring in the back mountain, and they even slept together in the end.

He ended up alone.

Normally, he was closely watched, and even glancing at any woman would draw a cold or smiling gaze. Now, it felt like he had stolen a period of time without anyone watching him.

Therefore, Inuyasha left the shrine decisively and went to Rashomon.

Er Gouzi wanted to take advantage of their inattention and savor the beauty he hadn't yet managed to eat.

Of course, given his current status—he is a god revered by all demons and worshipped by all people—if he were to act as recklessly and rudely as before, he would not only lose face but also easily cause the beautiful woman who had lost her virginity to feel regret and resentment.

We cannot be as rough and impatient as we were with Jieluo before; we must be more reserved.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor, approaching from afar, and paused briefly outside the door.

The black-haired beauty tidied her appearance, then composed herself and extended her jade-like white hand—the half-open paper door was gently pulled open.

Kagaya stood outside the threshold, moonlight falling on her shoulders, illuminating the dark, flowing sheen of her purple kimono.

The fabric draped over her body, cinching at her waist in a smooth line before spreading down her hips.

Curvy and alluring.

Her hair was secured with a plain-colored hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell from her temples, making her already beautiful face even more charming in the night.

When Kaguya saw Inuyasha, a faint light seemed to flash in her eyes before she lowered her gaze and went inside.

The high slit in the hem revealed a pair of flawless, snow-white thighs as she walked.

Then, he clasped his hands together in front of him, lowered his body slightly, and knelt down inside the threshold.

As she bent over, the neckline of her kimono opened slightly, only to be pressed back down by the weight of the fabric as she bent over.

His back drew a long and gentle arc in the moonlight.

From the shoulder blades to the waist, and then from the waist to the hip line that goes past the shoulder blades.

Every inch was enveloped in the clear moonlight, rendered clear and elegant by the moonlight.

His forehead almost touched the ground, and his naturally red lips parted, "Lord Inuyasha~"

The call was soft and long, with a slight upward slant at the end, like a petal falling into still water, gently rippling outwards.

Summoned here in the dead of night, Shen Jiuye was not an ignorant person.

It's reminiscent of Inuyasha's usual romantic escapades—female demons, priestesses, and wolf girls, all of whom he took into his household.

She knew in her heart that she would likely lose her virginity tonight. Since she was already here, she might as well accept it and be more open-minded to avoid unnecessary awkwardness.

"Kamikuya has arrived."

Inuyasha waved his hand, "No need for formalities, please get up."

Kaguya responded and straightened up, bringing with her a light, delicate fragrance that was carried by the night breeze to Inuyasha's nose.

It smells like gardenias mixed with early autumn dew, subtle yet lingering, alluring yet not gaudy.

Their eyes met in the air, as if they were sharing a deep, unspoken understanding.

"I have recently studied your Yin-Yang techniques for a while, and they are indeed profound and extensive."

As Inuyasha spoke, a thought crossed his mind.

Within the ring inscribed with a spatial barrier, two objects emerged from the void—the Feathered Robe of Heaven and the Mirror of Life.

Since he figured out even the world teleportation array, low-level magical artifacts like spatial rings only presented him with a few troublesome issues in terms of material collection.

The larger the storage space, the more robust the materials needed, but otherwise it's not a particularly difficult task.

Like the Flying Thunder God Technique in Naruto, it's difficult for those who don't know it, but easy for those who do.

Inuyasha has been pondering how to inscribe a spatial magic circle on the ley lines.

At that time, a single thought will allow one to teleport across the entire country, maximizing mobility.

He lifted the feather robe and the mirror together and passed them to Kaguya.

"Take your things."

Kaguya gazed at the two treasures so close at hand, as if seeing something she thought she would have to go through countless hardships to get her hands on again, now being handed to her so easily.

She couldn't help but think of Kikyo, and with some worry, she whispered, "—My lord, is it really alright to give it to me like this?"

"Otherwise, what would I do with it?"

Inuyasha, whose ring was piled high with stockings, had lost interest in the haori and casually asked a question before standing up.

"Come on, come with me to Dream City. There are still a few aspects of the time-stopping spell that I haven't fully grasped."

"Your personal demonstration will be more effective than my ten days of practice."

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Shen Jiuye's slightly stunned face, and said meaningfully.

"Master Kagura, you must teach me your profound and extensive magic."

Is this a test, or something else? Never mind, it doesn't matter. With the Heavenly Feather Robe and the Mirror of Life in hand, there are few in the world I can fear.

Kamiya's expression changed several times.

She lowered her head and caught the feather robe and mirror with both hands. "Yes, sir Inuyasha."

Mount Fuji stood silently in the moonlight, its snow-capped peaks gleaming with a cold, bluish light, like a crown soaked with night dew.

Lake Motosu's surface is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the full moon shining brightly in the sky.

The Dream City, which had stood safely since the last lockdown was lifted, has welcomed back its owners.

Kamiya stood on the terrace in the city.

A celestial robe draped over his shoulders, his hands holding the Mirror of Life, his posture serene and elegant.

Her demeanor was completely different from before.

It is cool, elegant, and aloof, like a night-blooming cereus blooming alone under the moon.

Inuyasha crossed his arms and stared at Kaguya, who had raised her head, ready to bully her fiercely at her proudest moment.

歼！

Such an evil woman will never offer herself up, body and soul, unless she falls at her peak!

"Kamikuya-sensei, let's begin."

"Inuyasha, you'll regret this!"

Having prepared everything, Kaguya stared intently at the confident man, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Spell: Clear Mirror Still Water."

Crimson rainbow light surged from the Mirror of Life, overflowing from the edge of the terrace, flowing along the eaves and stone steps of Dream City, and spreading towards the lake and the sky.

Wherever it passed, everything came to a standstill.

The wind stopped halfway, no longer stirring the water's surface. The ripples on the lake solidified into fine, delicate waves, like brushstrokes frozen in a painting.

The birds hovered in the sky, their wings outstretched, and the moonlight itself seemed to stand still.

The entire world was enveloped in a layer of cold amber light, a crimson rainbow.

The pulse of time was quietly severed within the realm of the still, clear mirror and the five-pointed star.

In the dream castle, Kaguya lowered her eyes, looking at Inuyasha who was motionless in front of her, even the tips of his hair were frozen in mid-air.

Her lips curled up again, and her tone carried a long-suppressed sense of pleasure.

"Time will completely stop within the area covered by the pentagram."

As she spoke, she walked up to Inuyasha, her fingertips, still slightly cool from her body, moving up his chin and placing her palm on his cheek.

"Even the strongest person cannot withstand the power of time. This is a law, something that cannot be shaken by brute force."

""

"Besides, do you know how I've been these past few days?"

"That vile, cold, and arrogant shrine maiden dared to threaten me with that bastard Naraku! I haven't had a single good night's sleep!" Kamiya said viciously.

Then she chuckled softly, a mixture of malice, cruelty, and triumphant pleasure.

"By the way, Kikyo is extremely nervous about you."

The beautiful celestial demon, gazing at Inuyasha's frozen face, her eyes reflecting moonlight and crimson iridescence, placed her slender fingers on his neck and said coquettishly, "Tell me, if I tamed you into my personal puppy and kept you by my side all day, wouldn't she die of anger on the spot?"

"Oh, is Kikyo really like that?"

Suddenly, the Adam's apple beneath his fingertips began to twitch, emitting a soft, smiling whisper.

Kagami Kuya's smile froze on her face.

Her fingertips snapped away from Inuyasha's Adam's apple as if she'd been burned.

She staggered back two steps, abruptly raising the Mirror of Life in her hand, its surface facing Inuyasha. The smugness in her voice had vanished completely, replaced only by bewilderment and fear after being suddenly overturned.

"Why can you still move!"

"Why can't I move?"

Having read the plot, Inuyasha stood still, stretched his neck, and his joints made a series of fine cracking sounds.

He raised his hand, then clenched his fist, carefully sensing the surging power of time in the space, and then chuckled.

"It seems your 'clear and still water' is..." He paused, deliberately drawing out the silence that made the other person even more uneasy.

"Beings that do not belong to the current world time will not be affected."

"Not part of the present?" Kagami Kuya's voice rose, as if someone had publicly exposed something impossible. "What a joke, aren't you living in the present?"

"Are you some kind of time traveler?!"

In a way, she guessed the truth.

But now, Kaguya thinks Inuyasha is just talking nonsense, but she's already in a difficult situation.

With a gritted jaw, he unleashed the blinding light of the Mirror of Life, which surged forth from its surface like a sun compressed to a tiny space, carrying a stream of light powerful enough to destroy everything, and completely engulfed Inuyasha's figure.

As the light enveloped the opponent, Kagura breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Foolish half-demon, this is something even—"

Before she could finish her triumphant words, her eyes widened again as Inuyasha walked step by step out of the light.

He was enveloped in a thick, mountain-like aura, and azure flames slowly swirled along his robes and hair, like karmic fire itself emerging from the depths of mythology, keeping the mirror light outside of him, leaving not even a trace of scorch.

"Kamikuya-sensei," Inuyasha stopped in front of her, leaned down slightly, his gaze falling on her pale face, his tone gentle. 66

I don't think this is part of the curriculum?

He reached out and, under Kaguya's watchful gaze, took the Mirror of Life from her palm. The moment the mirror left her fingertips, it was as if the last supporting pillar had been removed.

Kagaya's knees buckled.

The barrier of still water and clear mirror was instantly broken, and the moonlight began to flow again.

She knelt on the stone slab, tilted her head back, and pulled at the corners of her mouth at an angle, as if she wanted to laugh but couldn't quite manage it, carrying a kind of forced flattery and weakness in a desperate situation.

"Lord Inuyasha——"

The celestial maiden's voice lowered, trembling at the end, "Can we surrender?"

Inuyasha let out a "Huh," which made Kaguya's heart tremble. Then, she saw the other person take a step forward, his pale face about to be pressed against something unspeakable.

"You'll have to ask another student in this class if he agrees."

The silver-haired half-demon lowered his eyes. "Or, we could just end up like Naraku."

"I will try my best!"

There was no need to guess at all; Kaguya, whose cheek was being held by another student, stretched out his hands and invited him out.

"The moonlight is so beautiful!"

Inuyasha chuckled softly.

World Number One, the main branch of the Nura Clan.

Inside the hall, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

There were only four people in the huge main hall.

Bingli knelt by the window, her white kimono looking pristine in the light, with a white scarf draped over her neckline.

Her appearance is so adorable that it makes you feel relaxed—her eyes, with their two-tone circles, sparkle with a lively light.

Her long, straight, light blue hair gradually deepened to a darker color at the ends, and she exuded a crisp, cold aura characteristic of the Yuki-onna clan.

She placed her hands on her knees, sat upright, and looked somewhat nervous on her lovely face.

Bingli didn't know why she came here.

Rinko, a student at Ukiyo-e Middle School, who has one-eighth of the White Snake bloodline, sat to the side, her body slightly curled up, as if she always felt that she shouldn't be there.

Her face was covered with faint white snake scales, adding a touch of exotic charm to her pretty and innocent features.

Rinko didn't know why she had come here. Her eyes were fixed on her hands, which were clasped together on her knees, and she didn't dare to move.

Mao Changji sat to one side of her, her long, wavy hair cascading down her sides. The neckline of her kimono was open, revealing a voluptuous figure. Her entire body exuded a beauty that had been steeped in the dust of the world.

Having heard some of the rumors, the female demon looked somber and somewhat restless.

Nurarihyon sat upright in the main seat.

Despite that crushing defeat, the Nura Clan did not collapse as expected.

Instead, under the arrangement of the Eastern Kingdom, Nura formed the leader of the yokai of the Eastern Island Kingdom.

The demons under his command, of varying quality, were thoroughly cleaned up by the Enma clan.

After more than 500 years, the Nura Clan, having set its sights on higher goals, has been revitalized.

Even though they didn't fight for this chance.

Nura Nurarihyon said in a deep voice, "With the approval of our superiors, our Nura Clan is permitted to go to the Eastern Lands to participate in the New Year's Eve celebration of the thirteenth year."

This is undoubtedly good news.

Being allowed to attend the New Year's Eve party is itself a sign that they are being accepted.

The cadres don't need to be anxious or worried.

This means that in this turbulent era, one has gained the most precious thing: the stamina to survive.

Nurarihyon is not happy.

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming a few decibels deeper than before, as if he were exhaling a breath of stale air along with his words.

"But Lord Jieluo sent word that he requires us to arrange for a pure and beautiful woman to stay in the Eastern Kingdom."

"What this means, I'm sure you all understand."

This is also a favorable opportunity for a large force that urgently needs to establish itself as a new power.

Sending a woman along would demonstrate sincerity in submission and secure a more stable position for the Nura Clan—a fact that most of the Nura Clan's officers were well aware of and had no objection to.

Imperial relatives and nobles were all treated the same way.

Mao Changji's eyes darkened.

She knew that the Nura Clan needed a woman who was capable, prudent, and knew when to advance and retreat, to open a channel of communication with the upper echelons of the Eastern Kingdom in the face of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but "Commander-in-Chief, my heart belongs to another."

Nurarihyon did not force him.

If they are not willing to do this, it could be dangerous for the Nura Clan.

and----

This is a disgrace.

The sly demon sighed inwardly, a heavy, stagnant feeling rising from the depths of his chest, stuck in his throat, impossible to swallow or expel.

He lived a wild and unrestrained life, treading on the edge of a knife and soaking in a bowl of wine.

There has never been a time when women in the group were used as bargaining chips to exchange for admission tickets.

Nurarihyon lowered his eyes, his aged face appearing even more weathered in the lamplight.

But Jieluo's demands happened right on that critical line.

He would never back down, no matter what; he didn't want to be without principles.

But it just so happens that this is the place where he can grit his teeth, frown, and reluctantly nod.

Because everyone except the parties involved agreed.

Even some female demons who have married are regretting that they married too early, or their husbands have come here indirectly to ask the sun of the Eastern Kingdom if they prefer more mature women.

The eagerness in his tone suggested that he would gladly give up his bedmate for another position if he could just get a definite answer.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

Once the balance of power shifts to this point, people's hearts are like driftwood carried by the current, floating with the tide, and no one will ask which tree that driftwood originally grew on.

Nurarihyon looked at Yuki-onna Hyōrei, whom he had raised, who was now calmly contemplating, and Rinko, who was trembling with her head down.

"Children, don't hold back, say whatever you want."

He remained calm and said, "Even if I have to lose face and kneel down in front of Luo Shengjing's gate, I will still beg for forgiveness."

""

When the sly demon said this, he didn't look at anyone. His gaze passed over the kneeling young face and the drooping lamplight, landing on the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard outside the window, where all the leaves had fallen.

The branches stretched towards the sky in the moonlight of a winter night, clean and slender, like an ink painting outlined by a dry brush.

That was the tree that his former and only wife loved most.

I'll accompany her as she, a human being, grows old, and I'll stay with her as she falls asleep under the tree.

Nurarihyon had no regrets.

His path is one of protection—protecting all the weak who deserve protection.

Therefore, even abandoning this frail and aging body is not worth mentioning.

"General, let me go!"

Bingli stood up.

There was not a trace of hesitation in the young snow woman's eyes.

Just like when she was a child, she came to the Nura Clan's main family alone and vowed in front of everyone at the door to "steal Nurarihyon's kiss".