Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 96 Let's work together for the Nura Clan, Kagome is only twelve years old.

At that moment, looking at the determined, slender figure before him, Nurarihyon suddenly felt that he was truly old.

An old person, just by looking at the back of a younger generation, can bring up a lot of old grievances from the past.

He thought of Bingli's mother, Xue Nu Xueli, a woman who had once been infatuated with him.

After choosing Yingji, he turned his affections to his son, Rihan.

Unfortunately, Koi-ban always treated her like an older sister, never having any other thoughts about her.

Heartbroken and disillusioned, Shirley left and returned to her territory, where she gave birth to Ice Beauty with her own life essence.

This innocent child came to the Nura Clan alone when he was still a little radish.

He was short, so short that he had to tiptoe to cross the threshold, and when provoked, he would hold back tears in his eyes while exhaling cold air.

Like a seed casually scattered into frozen soil, it takes root and sprouts on its own.

They quickly integrated into this huge, noisy family full of monsters.

Later, when Lu Sheng was born, she naturally stayed by the young master's side, acting as both a guard and an older sister.

We were there for him as he took his first steps, as he climbed trees and scaled walls, and as he grew from a soft little dumpling into the handsome young man he is today.

That posture was exactly the same as when Shirley accompanied Koi as she grew up.

Even the seriousness in their eyes seems to be copied from the same mold.

The sly devil looked at Bingli as if she were his own granddaughter.

He didn't know about others, but Nurarihyon truly couldn't bear to part with the child, Hyori.

So he finally spoke up, "Bingli, are you sure?"

"Once a decision is made, it's not something you can simply refuse."

That means... it's me, right?

Rinko lowered her head, hearing her heart pounding in her chest.

It's like a countdown to a predetermined ending.

Mao refused, and the General did not insist.

Bingli volunteered, but the general tried to persuade her to stay.

Looking around the group, who else could possibly be in that remaining spot but her?

Rinko thought of her human classmates at school, the hushed chuckles from around the corner of the corridor, and the gazes from the monsters in the settlement that never gave her a second glance.

Whether in a human classroom or under the eaves of a yokai's house, she always seems to be excluded without even having to say a word.

"When I arrive in this unfamiliar eastern land—will they hit me less hard?"

Rinko clenched her fists, remaining silent. She had grown accustomed to silence, accustomed to hiding herself in the most inconspicuous corner before things were settled.

Since the outcome is always the same anyway, accepting it sooner will save you from the pain of being torn apart.

Just as she was about to swallow her anger and prepare to be called on, Bingli's voice came first, crisp and clear, without the slightest hesitation.

"Commander-in-Chief, I grew up in the Nura Clan, the Nura Clan is my home."

She spoke sincerely, "You came to me again when your family was in trouble, and now it's my turn to contribute."

At this moment, Mao Changji actually had some doubts that Bingli didn't understand the meaning behind Nura Swaying's words. She looked over with her left eye, which wasn't covered by her hair, and asked, "Bingli, what will happen to Young Master Rikuo after you leave?"

Bingli fell silent.

Thinking of how Nura Rikuo, who had been so devastated that he gave up his yokai identity and ordered the disbandment of his guard, and who was constantly looking for his "mother" at school when he needed manpower the most at home, she shook her head and said, "Young Master Rikuo—you don't need me anymore."

"Right now, all I want to do is contribute to the Nura Clan."

Mujou is a powerful yokai from the eastern lands, with a supposedly deep background. Nurarihyon, who lets Rikuo Nura do whatever he wants, also hopes to use Mujou to bring peace to his grandson.

Rikuo's fleeting desire to become human was nothing to Nurarihyon; in the long lives of yokai, there was ample time for them to start over.

Nurarihyon never expected that, by a twist of fate, the child's willfulness would secretly disappoint those who truly cared about him.

"Then let's settle on that."

Nurarihyon looked dejected, then glanced at Rinko, who had her head down, and casually asked, "Do you want to go?"

Rinko was stunned.

"What do you mean I want to go?" She almost blurted out the question.

"Didn't we already book Bingli? Isn't it enough to just choose one person?"

"Can I refuse?"

Rinko nodded, following her habit.

When I came to my senses, a chilling aura rushed towards me.

Bingli wrapped her arms around her shoulders and neck, pulling her close.

The coolness of their skin touching made her shiver, and then she heard the Snow Woman's light, joyful voice.

"Hehe—Let's work together for the Nura Clan!"

"ha?"

Rinko cried out in her heart—Boss, can you regret this?

The morning light of the second day was thinner than usual, as if it too was weary from the smell of alcohol from the previous night, lazily seeping in through the cracks in the paper door and spreading out several thin, warm-colored bands of light on the floor.

When Lingyue Fairy opened her eyes, she felt refreshed and her mind was clear.

The great demon's constitution has always been like this; no matter how strong the wine is, it only softens the moonlight a little. Once the morning light shines, even the lingering effects dissipate completely, leaving no aftereffects of a hangover.

"It's been so long since I've relaxed. Young girls are so energetic." The beautiful woman turned her head slightly, letting the light fall beside her.

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The bellflower and the maple slept on the side by the window, their postures perfectly proper.

The two sisters were lying on their sides, facing each other, their hair spread out on the pillows in two quiet, dark patches.

Sweet flag curled up in another corner, its body huddled together, its wolf tail dangling from the edge of the blankets, the tip slightly curled, as if it were hiding from some cool breeze even in its dreams.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth; she must have been dreaming of something wonderful.

When Jieluo-Lingyue Fairy's gaze fell on her, she smiled, revealing her teeth.

The female monster was the most unrestrained. She had kicked most of the blanket down to her feet, revealing a section of her slender and smooth calves. Her arms were behind her head, and her neckline was wide open, revealing her private parts, yet she was completely unaware, sleeping soundly and peacefully.

The fairy maiden quietly admired the scene for a moment, her expression becoming increasingly cheerful.

Being with these children makes me feel a little younger.

The only regret is that Sesshomaru kid, he's just like Inuyasha in everything.

When a woman is a wife, she might wish her husband was surrounded by men.

When you become a mother, the situation is reversed; you can't wait to have multiple wives and children.

Is this a double standard?

No, it's just human nature.

Thinking this, Lingyue Fairy gently lifted the covers and slowly stood up.

The morning light slanted in from behind her, clearly outlining her long and slender figure from her shoulders and neck to her waist.

This delicate body, weathered by time yet untouched by it, glows with a warm, jade-like hue in the light, like an ancient porcelain piece washed by morning dew, translucent yet exquisite.

She didn't linger and picked up the scattered clothes one by one.

With her waist sash fastened and her hair casually gathered and secured with a hairpin, she transformed from her morning laziness back into the composed and dignified Lord of the Cloud Peak in just a few breaths.

Lingyue Fairy walked to the door, glanced back at the peacefully sleeping figures inside, and then pushed the door open.

A morning breeze drifted in from under the eaves, carrying the crisp scent of grass and dew, and gently ruffled a few stray hairs at her temples.

She stepped out, her toes lightly touching the wooden corridor, and her figure soared into the air, flying towards the heavenly palace in the clouds.

The wind whispered in her ears, blowing her clothes and hair behind her.

Thinking of the sleeping faces in that room just now, her thoughts settled down.

The Heavenly Palace on the Clouds is empty anyway, so I might as well pack up the important things and move to the Ruri Shrine from now on.

I won't end up like a lonely old man, with no one around to talk to when I want to.

In Dream City, after teaching until dawn, Kaguya, wearing only the Heavenly Feather Robe, collapsed limply after a deep squat.

"Miscellaneous fish."

Inuyasha snorted, looked at the unconscious celestial maiden demon, reached into her sweaty body, and picked her up.

After all, she was a woman deeply respected by her younger brother, so Gouzi wouldn't go too far and leave her like a corpse, ignored by everyone.

The next second, he teleported to Kaguya's mansion in Rashomon.

After tidying up the woman, Inuyasha glanced at the Ruri Shrine, guessing that if he went there now, he would probably be subjected to a joint trial by the three judges.

Let's get down to business first.

When Inuyasha flew over Shikoku, the sunlight was already completely bright, making the surface of the Seto Inland Sea shimmer with a golden glow.

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He hovered in mid-air and raised his hand to summon the resounding cauldron from the void.

The furnace body is as heavy as a mountain, and its surface is brand new, no longer as dilapidated and old as before.

The Roaring Cauldron, guided by his source energy, adjusted its angle and sank into the still incompletely cleared earth veins below.

After the ley lines adjustments in Kyushu and the western lands were completed, an invisible aura began to rise from the depths of the restored land.

Like moisture seeping from the soil after spring snow melts, it gathers along the earth's veins towards the "two capitals and one shrine" in the heart of the eastern country.

It gathers, concentrates, and circulates the invisible energy that gathers from all directions, forming a slowly flowing energy field in the sky above the heartland.

"This is the spiritual energy radiation zone."

Inuyasha recalled the Tono region of World Number One—a place shrouded in fog and rain, where demonic energy did not easily dissipate, naturally forming a fertile ground for demons to take root.

At this time, the energy field in the heart of the Eastern Kingdom, supported by the earth veins and the core, is almost identical to that of Tono in terms of effect, and is even more controllable, more stable, and has a stronger effect.

Involuntarily, the silver-haired half-demon's mind drifted back to the settings of spirit-gathering arrays, spirit vein nodes, and blessed lands he had read about in fantasy novels in his previous life.

"Different paths leading to the same destination—"

Inuyasha stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It's not like we can't give it a try."

"I'll set a small goal for next year: to create a mini-world called Gensokyo."

Anticipation flickered in his eyes, "I just don't know, when my Gensokyo meets the real Gensokyo, who will be stronger and who will be weaker."

Thinking this, the half-demon flipped his palm, and the Mirror of Time appeared in the void.

With one hand, he maintained the stabilization of the earth's veins by the clashing cauldron, while with the other hand, he channeled his source energy into the mirror, diverting his attention to connect with the auras scattered in the cracks of time and space.

To date, two alternate timelines have been identified.

In the world of Nurarihyon, the storyline has been thoroughly trampled by the iron hooves of the Eastern Kingdom, and all that remains is the methodical management and assimilation of the situation.

And the world of the failed knight.

Inuyasha temporarily put it in the "back garden" category.

In my spare time, I can go for a walk by myself to relax; there's no need to make a big fuss about it.

However, there are some things worth learning in that world.

Especially the two swords of the male protagonist, Kurogane Ikki—One-Sword Shura and One-Sword Rashad.

The method of compressing power to the extreme with a mortal body and burning it out in one breath in a desperate situation is very different from the existing cultivation system in the Eastern Kingdom, and it has its own sharp edge.

If one can understand the intricacies of this, one might be able to apply them to other situations and raise the ceiling of the Eastern Kingdom's combat power to another level.

Besides, there are quite a few beauties.

If the timeline you travel to is right, you can pick a few things that catch your eye and bring them back; that would make the trip worthwhile.

However, this time, Inuyasha didn't plan to go to the World of the Fallen.

He poured pure native demonic power into the Mirror of Time.

The mirror surface then rippled with light patterns unlike anything seen before, the ripples spreading out in layers, like a door being pushed open from the inside, slowly taking shape.

That was a fluctuation in another dimension of the Inuyasha timeline—belonging to the same world, yet branching out into different directions and lineages.

"The Sounding Cauldron can operate on its own for a short period of time, without the need for constant monitoring."

Inuyasha guided the earth veins back to their proper positions, feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations surging from the furnace gradually stabilize. He then straightened up, stretched his shoulders and neck, and his joints made soft, cracking sounds.

He glanced down at the slowly forming network of energy veins beneath his feet and let out a satisfied breath.

"After trying so many times and finally gaining control of the Sacred Tree, it's time to make a trip."

Inuyasha stepped through the swaying light gate of the Mirror of Time.

The moment my feet touched the ground, the air around me suddenly changed texture.

The sound of the wind, the temperature, the angle of the sunlight, and the smell of the soil and vegetation were all completely different from what I had experienced in Shikoku.

It's like stepping from one season into another, from one world into another similar yet different shell.

Inuyasha stopped in his tracks and looked around.

The area is surrounded by the courtyard of a shrine.

The stone steps, the water fountain, and the roof of the worship hall gleamed with the color of newly fired gray tiles under the sunlight, and the ground was covered with fine white sand.

Behind him, a familiar, enormous ancient tree rose from the ground, its canopy lush and verdant, its branches and leaves swaying gently in the wind, casting a large expanse of deep, cool shade.

"The Godly Tree."

"Higurashi Shrine."

Inuyasha wasn't too surprised.

The courtyard was very quiet.

In the distance, the distant roar of passing cars and the noise of the city streets could be faintly heard.

He walked in the courtyard; his silver hair had long since faded, turning into jet black, gleaming softly in the afternoon sunlight.

His golden eyes sank into a deep black—at this moment, he looked no different from an ordinary human boy.

The courtyard was very quiet.

His heart was quieter than the courtyard.

This tranquility is indescribable, like a spring breeze from who-knows-where that has soothed my heart, leaving me feeling ticklish yet comfortable.

As Inuyasha was walking, a voice came from his side, carrying the cheerful and carefree air characteristic of an older person.

"Young man, if you want to pay your respects, this way."

Inuyasha turned his head away.

In a corner of the courtyard, an elderly man dressed in a plain-colored shirt with a white beard stood at the edge of the corridor, holding a bamboo broom. The sunlight fell on his gray hair, making him look gentle and spirited.

He stopped and turned towards the old man, his hands tucked into his sleeves. "Sir, is Kagome here? I need to speak with her."

The old man paused in his broom, looked him up and down as if trying to identify which family this unfamiliar young man came from, and then waved the broom again.

"Kagome, she's not home from school yet. What do you need her for?"

Inuyasha's lips curled into a smile, the spring breeze in his heart transforming into the chirping of cicadas, his whole being radiating excitement—no, it should be described as excited exhilaration.

If it had a tail, it would be able to whip around wildly.

He said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I am Inuyasha, and I have come here to marry Kagome."

The old man's hand, which was holding the broom, froze.

His gray eyebrows twitched in confusion at first, then suddenly furrowed, his once kind face turning completely different in an instant.

"ha?!"

The old man held the broom horizontally in front of him, his imposing manner as if he were shooing away some blond-haired brat who had trespassed into the shrine. "You bastard Kagome is only twelve! Get out of here!"

Inuyasha glanced at the broom that was being held up, its tip still covered with dead leaves and grit, and slightly tilted his head to dodge the first sweep.

He raised his hands in surrender, but his words showed no sign of backing down.

"Sir, please don't be angry."

"Twelve years old is the age of blossoming youth, the perfect age for first love and nurturing feelings. I've come at just the right time."

"You arrogant brat! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Kagome's grandfather, his white eyebrows almost forming an inverted V, strode forward, his bamboo broom whistling through the air as he swung it towards Inuyasha.

The dog stepped aside, saying, "Sir, you're so old, don't get angry."

"Stop right there!"

"If you can catch up, I'll stop."

The two circled the sacred tree in the courtyard twice. Kagome's grandfather's pursuit, which started with great momentum, gradually became less and less powerful. His breathing became shorter and shorter, and the range of his bamboo broom swings became smaller and smaller. His vigorous chopping turned into weak and feeble poking.

Inuyasha maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, so that he wouldn't touch him, nor lose him, as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

Sunlight fell between the two, casting their chasing figures into two shadowy trails that leaped and darted about.

Just as Kagome's grandfather bent over, panting with his hands on his knees, too exhausted even to curse, a gentle voice came from the two-story hut next to the shrine.

"Dinner's ready!"

Grandpa Kagome straightened up, still holding the bamboo broom in his hand, panting as he glared at Inuyasha, snorted, and put the broom down on the veranda. "Consider yourself lucky, kid."

He turned and walked into the house, tossing a sentence behind him without looking back, "Come in and explain yourself!"

The old man was also very knowledgeable. After a short period of contact, he realized that the black-haired boy did not seem to be there to cause trouble.

Grandpa Kagome wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't find out more about the fact that he had feelings for a twelve-year-old girl.