Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Jieluo scoffed lightly, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery, "Still haven't come to terms with reality? You little bug in the net!"

"Your every move is under our watchful eyes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wind Cave Master's right hand, with its hair that had been held back, began to move.

A crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out, and the right hand that was aimed at Inuyasha was cleanly and neatly turned 180 degrees by the pull of the hair, with the wind hole in the palm pointing directly at his own face.

"No... not..."

The excruciating pain and horror distorted the Wind Cave Mage's voice, and in an instant, that twisted face vanished into the Wind Cave.

All that remained was a ring of soil churned up by the suction, a few scattered prayer beads, and a wisp of light left over from when the wind cave closed, vanishing into the twilight like a fleeting moment.

Inuyasha withdrew his gaze. "Hand these people over to Wolf, and we're going back."

Actually, the best way would be for Jieluo to use her hair ribbon to carry the commoners back, which would save time and effort.

But if everything is done by the boss, then what's the point of having subordinates?

The fact that Inuyasha didn't take his anger out on the wolf is already a testament to his good temper.

"Yes, young master Inuyasha."

Jieluo responded, and the commoners hanging in mid-air fell down as if their ropes had been untied. The sound of them hitting the ground was muffled and chaotic, mixed with suppressed sobs and low groans.

At the same time, Lang Yegan's footsteps were approaching hurriedly from a distance.

Behind him followed his subordinates who had gathered that afternoon, along with a small group of civilians.

Wolfy Gan watched the two figures ignore him and walk straight away, exhaled, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"...He survived."

He muttered something under his breath, then turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs at the dejected civilians and his men.

"You all better remember this!"

"Lord Inuyasha is kind-hearted and has shown leniency by granting you permission to rest tonight!"

"but!"

Wolf Wild's cold gaze swept across the crowd. "Anyone who dares to run away again, dares to slow down the journey again, or dares to play any tricks—they will all become the wolf's food!"

Chapter 35 Three Guarantees

Ten days later, Luo Shengjing's construction site was bustling with activity.

The rising sun spread across the mountain ridges, gilding the dew in the forest into tiny specks of light.

"Down!"

In the dense forest, a wolf demon with sharp teeth and claws let out a low growl, its eyes blazing with murderous intent, and its thick arm swung down suddenly.

Five hook-like fingers, with a sound of wind breaking, embedded themselves into the trunk of an ancient tree.

Then, with another tear, the entire tree snapped in two with a dull thud, and its branches and leaves fell like rain.

The wolf demon shook the wood chips off its paws, then squatted down and swung its sharp claws like a razor up and down the tree trunk, making preliminary preparations for removing the excess branches.

"Someone come here, this is ready!"

Hearing the shouts, a more robust monster strode over and, with just two thick arms, lifted the ton-heavy timber onto its shoulders.

The mountain demon weighed the timber in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Lord Langyegan instructed that timber of uniform specifications should be used."

"I know, I know!"

The wolf demon said impatiently, "What kind of world is this? Demons are actually working for humans. They must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes."

"The most hateful one is that damn wolf, who lied to us and said he'd provide food, lodging, and a life of luxury. Now we've got more than enough good fortune to enjoy!"

"Damn it, I'll get him sooner or later!"

The clumsy mountain troll ignored the wolf demon.

Or rather, the monsters who have been invited here in the past few days by the promise of "people everywhere, eat as much as you want" all have a lot of opinions about Wolf Wild, and cursing them in private is a common occurrence.

If it weren't for the death warrants from Jieluo on each of them, these monsters would have run away long ago.

"We are hardworking, we are brave, we are the good monsters of the new era..."

The mountain demon strode forward, singing the city song set by Inuyasha, stepping over the fresh soil and pebbles as he walked towards the foundation. Each step caused the ground to tremble slightly, leaving a deep footprint.

The singing echoed around the area, making the mountains and forests quite lively.

Further away, a group of monsters responsible for quarrying rocks were busy around the exposed mountainside.

Several agile monsters used their sharp claws to carve cracks in the rock wall.

The others worked together to grip the thick wooden bar, drive the wedges into the gaps, and shout "one, two, one" as they pulled together.

With a muffled thud, a large chunk of bluish-gray rock broke off from the mountainside and was held up by the two-horned demon below with its arms.

With a few quick strokes, the initial processing of the original rock was completed.

Human artisans, on the other hand, were doing delicate work.

The plane blade slid along the wood surface, creating a layer of wood shavings as thin as a cicada's wing.

The ink line was lifted and snapped back, leaving straight and clear ink marks on the stone surface.

Women and children were busy in front of dozens of large pots at the edge of the construction site, washing rice, chopping vegetables, and adding firewood. The soup in the pots was bubbling and steaming in the morning light.

After eight days of adaptation, the common people gradually got used to living with monsters.

Undoubtedly, they were still afraid, but they also understood one thing.

Despite the fear, life goes on.

The monsters looked fierce and menacing, and actually wanted to eat them, but under Lord Yura's intimidation, they dared not harm them at all.

A life for a life; monsters aren't stupid.

Moreover, there are no exorbitant taxes and harsh labor imposed by the lords here, nor are there bandits who occasionally raid the villages.

There are three meals a day, which, although not lavish, are enough to fill the stomachs of the whole family, so they don't have to go hungry.

If you really think about it, if you compare the monsters to the lords and chieftains who exploit them, their lives are actually a bit better than when they were in the Western Kingdom.

This reminded them of that bloody and cruel day ten days ago, a day when everyone kept quiet about it, and some of the civilians who lost their loved ones even harbored resentment and hatred towards those exorcists.

If it weren't for their meddling, her husband, son, father, and wife wouldn't have fallen in that dark mountain forest.

Jie Luo stood high in the air, her hair intertwined, arms crossed, her beautiful pink eyes sweeping down over the entire Luo Shengjing.

The morning light fell on her short, ear-length hair, gilding the ends with a fine layer of gold, and illuminating her alluring face.

At this moment, she wore a rare serious expression, and most of the charm in her eyes and brows was gone, giving her a truly authoritative air about her.

"The lord's mansion in Rashomon, the residence of young master Inuyasha and me—it must be grand, majestic, magnificent, and splendid!"

"We must surpass all the cities under heaven, especially Zenken-kyo across the way!"

Jieluo lowered her eyes to the busy craftsmen and monsters, then spoke to the old craftsman who was dangling in mid-air and trembling.

"If you have any requests, you can ask Langye Ganti—he will take care of it for you."

Upon hearing this, Lang Yegan, who was hanging to the side and behind, forced a smile and nodded hurriedly, "Just tell me what you need. As long as it's within my power, I'll do it!"

He said some nice things, but in his heart he had already sighed a hundred times.

He thought he could finally catch his breath once he arrived in Rashomon—the job of escorting civilians had exhausted him so much that he hadn't had a good night's sleep.

But to my utter surprise, instead of enjoying the good life upon arriving in Rashomon, I was even more exhausted than on the way there.

With a wave of his hand, Lord Inuyasha became the "chief supervisor" of the construction site.

On one hand, they had to coordinate the physical labor and the number of people of the monsters, and recruit people from the surrounding area by deceiving and coaxing them; on the other hand, they had to keep an eye on the progress of the craftsmen, and also run errands from time to time to deliver messages and urge the supply of food and materials, so they didn't even get a hot meal.

However, when Inuyasha was presented with the choice between "fighting to the death" and "doing odd jobs," Wolfy chose "doing odd jobs" without hesitation.

As long as you're alive, there's hope. The odd jobs are tiring, but you don't have to live in fear of being chopped down by a passing demon hunter.

Thinking this way, Wolfy puffed out his chest again and silently muttered to himself, "No job is high or low, we're all serving Lord Inuyasha, so the future is limitless!"

The old craftsman standing to the side dared not put on airs.

Although he was over fifty, there was no tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young in Japan. He bowed and scraped, saying, "This humble servant will do his best to assist Lord Langye Gan and will not dare to be negligent in the slightest."

"only……"

Seeing the old craftsman hesitate, Jie Luo frowned slightly—she hated people who dawdled the most, and her tone turned cold.

"Say what you want to say quickly!"

The old craftsman's legs went weak, and he said tremblingly, "I am ignorant. The largest city I have ever seen is the capital of the Western Kingdom. If Lord Jieluo wants to build the most magnificent city in the world, he would be better off going to the capital, which gathers the best talents in the world, to find craftsmen."

Jieluo chuckled softly, "You mean to say you're useless?"

"No no no no!"

The old craftsman, who had witnessed the Black Demoness effortlessly torment a monster into a hellish scroll, was now nearly terrified.

"I will definitely complete the mission!"

"That's good!"

Jieluo nodded slightly and put the two down. Now free, the two immediately threw themselves into their busy work.

If the Black Fairy in the heavens discovers someone slacking off during work hours, she can truly make them wish they were dead.

Jieluo's gaze swept across the bustling construction site and landed on the western horizon.

Good luck to Kyoto!

Chapter 36 Transformation Plan

Unlike the bustling activity in Rashomon, the construction pace in Zenken, which is primarily human-based, is much more leisurely.

There were no monster-like sounds of splitting mountains and cracking rocks on the construction site, only the sounds of axes and saws echoing in the mountain wind.

The men, who had been bandits and demon accomplices, were being diverted from the main force and were now chopping down trees with axes. Their movements were clumsy, and they had plenty of strength but lacked skill.

After a few swings of the axe, the cut on the tree trunk was jagged and uneven, like it had been gnawed by a dog. Several villagers from Maple Village who had come to provide technical guidance had to squat down and carefully trim it with machetes.

Some unskilled bachelors were also assigned to Zenkenkyo to do manual labor.

Under the guidance of the villagers of Maple Village, they cleared bushes, moved stones, and leveled the land, preparing to cultivate new fields.

"Let me lead everyone through it again." At the edge of the open space, a villager taught them how to distinguish which plot of soil was suitable for plowing and which plot needed to be burned to allow the weeds to grow.

Several piles of dry shrubs were gathered together. A flint and steel were struck, and sparks flew into the dry leaves. First, a wisp of smoke rose, and then orange-red tongues of fire shot out, crackling and licking the vines and grass roots.

Ashes and steam rose together, swirling and dispersing in the morning breeze.

"Don't just stand there—bring in the grass from the outside too, the more evenly it cooks, the better."

The villagers shouted instructions.

The men raised long poles and turned the burning haystacks to make the fire more even. The soil underneath was baked slightly black, and the moisture and grass seeds dissipated in the heat.

The air was filled with a dry, warm, burnt aroma, mixed with the moist scent of the earth being baked, as if the earth was being awakened from its slumber.

The ashes of the plants were scattered all over the ground, the fine and warm ash covering the dark brown soil like a dark velvet blanket.

Mixing this wood ash into the soil and then tilling it will make it the most cost-effective base fertilizer for the following year.

"Well done. When we plant in the spring and harvest in the fall next year, everyone will be able to eat the grain they grew themselves."

Hearing these simple words and seeing the genuine smiles on the villagers' faces, these men of diverse backgrounds gathered around the fire felt a deep sense of being recognized and appreciated.

Like a piece of scrap metal that has been discarded in a corner for a long time, now someone finally hands you a whetstone and says, "You can try to become useful again."

"Inuyasha, is this what you call the 'scum labor camp plan'?"

A clear, crisp sound came from under the tree.

Inuyasha stood on a treetop, his silver hair gently swaying in the morning breeze.

He was gazing at Zenkenkyo in the distance, bathed in sunlight—in the initial plans, the city was now less than two thousand acres.

It's still a long way from the human capital city that the silver-haired half-demon envisioned, a city that could accommodate a million people and integrate commerce, agriculture, education, culture, and more.

Inuyasha heard the sound and tilted his head slightly to look down.