Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

"Lord Jieluo, burn her!"

"Lord Donglan, freeze her!"

"Lord Jieluo is mighty!"

"Lord Donglan is invincible!"

"Damn, it's making my hands itch... I want to go up there and throw a couple of punches too..."

"You? You'll be lying flat after just one round."

"Who do you think you are..."

Inuyasha rubbed his eyes, slowly sat up, shook out the Fire Rat Robe and put it on, stretched and yawned as he strolled to the edge of the terrace, and with a light leap, landed cross-legged on the railing.

The morning breeze swept past the eaves, ruffling his long, silvery hair and blowing away his sleepiness.

The backyard pavilion is located on the central axis, and Inuyasha can see the entire courtyard from its lowered gaze.

Yura was dressed in a black ninja outfit, her short black hair swaying in the wind, and her pink eyes were filled with excited light.

"Lord Donglan's strength is indeed extraordinary. No wonder young master Inuyasha is so fond of her."

Opposite her, Dong Lan's long, icy blue hair was tied in a high ponytail, exuding a heroic and dashing air. A chill emanated from her, creating an icy and snowy field in harmony with the weather.

There is no magic that cannot be solved. The previous defeat on the battlefield had already allowed the leopard cat to find a way to counter Jieluo's invisible hair.

Ice Cat's eyes flashed with fighting spirit as he shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, come and fight!"

Jieluo threaded her ten fingers through the flower-shaped threads, and hundreds of black hairs suddenly straightened, shooting towards Donglan from all directions like steel needles.

The strands of hair cut through the air silently, but when they touched the cold air around Dong Lan, they made a soft hissing sound, and the water vapor evaporated into white mist.

Donglan stomped her foot.

A semi-circular ice wall rose up from the ground in front of her, more than half a foot thick, crystal clear, blocking out all the strands of hair.

A strand of hair pierced the ice surface, sinking in only an inch before stopping. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ice wall, yet it remained standing.

As Jieluo's demonic power surged, the strands of hair nailed to the ice wall burst into crimson flames—Ghost Fire Hair!

Flames spread along the hair like vines, instantly enveloping the entire ice wall, and the scorching heat evaporated the white mist into a sky full of water vapor.

The ice wall cracked under the high temperature and collapsed in a few breaths, scattering ice fragments all over the ground.

Dong Lan's expression hardened slightly. She retreated several feet, forming hand seals in front of her. Dozens of ice arrows, trailing long trails of cold air, rained down on Jie Luo like a storm.

Jie Luowu commanded the dance, and the hair around him suddenly grew, transforming into nine enormous tails thicker than an arm, which swirled and danced around him like living creatures.

As the ice arrows flew, the giant tail swept or slapped them, shattering them into ice shards.

Dong Lan clasped her hands together, and the cold air rapidly condensed, forming a ten-foot-long ice spear in her hands, its tip gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

She exerted force with her feet, her body moving like lightning, and thrust her spear straight at Jieluo's face.

Jieluo remained calm and composed. Three of his nine giant tails split off and coiled around the ice spear like pythons, while the other six flanked from the left and right sides, aiming to completely engulf Donglan.

With a flick of her wrist, Dong Lan's ice spear shattered into dozens of sharp ice shards, severing all the strands of hair that had been wrapped around it.

Before the broken strands of hair could even touch the ground, Dong Lan had already closed in, her right palm shrouded in a layer of extremely cold icy mist, and struck Jie Luo's chest directly.

Jieluo leaned back, her hair pulling behind her, forcefully pulling her body backward.

"That was close."

Jie Luo patted his chest, watching Dong Lan press her advantage, his eyes blazing with even greater fighting spirit, "Spirit Gear Deploy!"

—Thousand Silks!

A crimson sword-comb-shaped aura appeared between her hands, and Jieluo grasped the comb handle.

In the next instant, countless black hairs surged forth from the ground, walls, eaves, and even the air in the courtyard.

Like a black tide, it surrounded Donglan from all sides, leaving no room for her.

Dong Lan's expression changed. She tapped her toes, and a burst of cold air erupted, condensing into a semi-transparent ice ball around her, protecting her within it.

A massive number of high-speed moving hairs touched the surface of the ice puck, producing a piercing friction sound.

Dong Lan's demonic power surged wildly, and the ice ball sprayed out sharp ice shards in all directions.

To her dismay, Jieluo's hair had become much harder and more flexible, making it difficult for the borneol to work effectively, resulting in very poor results.

Only through a few scattered gaps could Ice Cat see Jie Luo standing in the center of the hair nest, her crimson comb touching her palm, her expression calm.

"Donglan, let's go somewhere else."

"If this fight continues, I'll tear this courtyard down. If Inuyasha comes to my wrath then, I won't know how to explain it."

The strands of hair suddenly gathered together, coalescing into an enormous club, which, with immense force, swung towards the ice ball where Dong Lan was hiding.

The ice hockey puck took off with a thud, and amidst the jubilant cheers of the demon army below and the astonished gasps of the leopard cats, it transformed into a shooting star and flew into the distance.

"Come on!"

Seeing Jie Luo fly away, Chun Lan and the others hurriedly followed in a large group.

"Then let the leopard cat take care of it."

Inuyasha withdrew his gaze, looking at the empty and messy courtyard, and made the decision in his heart that the loser should clean up.

A suitable weapon can greatly enhance a monster's abilities.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to even change the name of the Inuyasha anime to Tessaiga: Upgraded Version.

Chapter 45 Summoning Souls

On the eve of the Spring Festival, in a secret room in the attic, candlelight burned dimly, illuminating the dense talismans on the four stone walls.

Inuyasha sat in the center of the circular array in the secret chamber, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the small terracotta figurine he was making in front of him.

The terracotta figurine is dark brown all over and was made by mixing tomb soil with his hair.

It had no face or markings, and now, soaked in blood beads, it gleamed with a wet, dark red sheen.

After nearly twenty days of effort.

Inuyasha gradually eliminated the inferior methods among the eight resurrection techniques and soul-summoning methods, and has begun to venture into the field of soul-summoning.

It's not a complete resurrection, but rather summoning the souls that haven't yet been reincarnated from the underworld for a brief conversation.

“The terracotta figurine contains my hair, and the blood of my relatives serves as a guide. Furthermore, the formation of the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal can be used to secure the passage… This should be feasible.”

Outside the circular formation, the runes that Inuyasha had spent several days drawing began to light up one by one.

The outermost four cardinal directions shone with four colors of light: blue, red, white, and black. This was followed by the cyclical trajectory of the five elements in the middle, with metal, wood, water, fire, and earth alternating in rotation.

Finally, there was the inner soul-summoning incantation, each stroke emitting a ghostly green light in the darkness.

The terracotta figurine suddenly trembled, and the outline of its facial features began to vaguely emerge on its blank face.

"The realms of Yin and Yang are separated, yet the soul finds its way home."

Inuyasha's consciousness blurred for a moment, as if he had fallen into a deep well.

The world before my eyes was replaced by a hazy gray scene, as if looking into another time and space through a thick layer of frosted glass.

He saw a river, its water murky and a deathly bluish-gray. On the opposite bank, there were shadowy figures, seemingly wandering about, their faces indistinct, their genders indistinguishable.

Under the power of the formation, a narrow opening was torn in the gray fog on the opposite bank of the river.

In a fleeting glimpse, Inuyasha saw a figure—white hair flowing down his shoulders, a tall and imposing figure, sitting cross-legged, holding a long sword.

The sword exuded a chilling, malevolent aura, but it was completely suppressed by the aura flowing around that figure, unable to move an inch.

Inuyasha wanted to see more clearly, and the words almost spilled from his lips—

The terracotta figurine shattered upon impact.

With a crisp "crack," the grave soil crumbled into fine dust, and the light flowing along the runes suddenly reversed, as if an invisible hand had violently pulled him back from the edge of the riverbank.

Consciousness rose rapidly.

It's like a drowning person being suddenly pulled out of the water, their chest filled with the air of reality.

Only one voice remained in my ears, carrying a hint of relief and emotion, echoing across the divide between life and death—

"Is that Inuyasha... You've grown up too."

Inuyasha suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He looked down and saw that the terracotta figurines had shattered into dust, and the light of the circular array had dimmed completely, leaving only wisps of smoke silently dissipating in the afterglow of the candlelight.

"As expected, Inu no Taisho is still suppressing the Kumogawa in the underworld. But who sent that scabbard to the underworld? What accident happened in later generations that led it to end up at Higurashi Shrine?"

"Congyunya also possesses the power of resurrection. If the evil spirits on the sword can be removed, it would be an unparalleled divine weapon."

Inuyasha pondered the three most powerful swords in the world, "The Tessaiga, which grows and evolves by absorbing demonic power, has slain countless demons, but it has become useless in my hands."

"Are you worried that I won't be able to control myself? Has the demonic power that was stripped away dissipated, or is it stored somewhere like the Tenseiga?"

"We need to improve the soul-summoning ritual; there are many things I need to ask Old Deng."

Inuyasha got up, cleaned the room, and then left the secret chamber.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the melting snow dripped from the eaves, forming strings of water droplets that refracted into tiny arcs of light under the sun.

In the courtyard, the Spring Festival supplies delivered by the Nine-Nine Toad were piled up like a small mountain, and stacks of New Year's goods wrapped in red paper were neatly stacked. Several leopard cats were carrying rice wine to the warehouse.

The friendly sparring between Jieluo and Donglan completely dispelled the arrogance of the leopard cats, making them quite docile.

Moreover, it must be said that in terms of physique, monsters are simply top-grade oxen and horses, comparable to various modern large-scale mechanical equipment.

Inuyasha glanced at the strand of hair that was being stepped on, then looked up.

The winter sky was a clear, deep blue, with a few wisps of thin clouds hanging lazily along the ridge of the distant mountains, like cotton wool torn apart by the wind.

Under the clear sunlight, the mountains revealed their layered outlines, with dark blue and light gray interspersed, stretching all the way to the horizon, a magnificent sight.

A moment later, a slender black figure swept past downstairs.

With a light touch of her toes on the railing, Yura leaped into Inuyasha's arms, her arms naturally encircling his neck as she looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"How are the preparations for the Spring Festival going?" Inuyasha asked casually, supporting her waist.

Jieluo rested her chin on his shoulder. "Everything is ready, except for the final push."

Inuyasha smiled upon hearing this.

………………

The mountain path winds its way forward, with snow clinging to the bare branches on both sides, and the wind rustles through the forest, sending snowflakes falling.

Jaken jogged alongside Sesshomaru, his short legs moving incredibly fast, and he kept talking non-stop.

"Young Master Sesshomaru, are you really not going to Rashomon?" He tilted his head back and asked cautiously, "Last time, during the battle with the leopard cat, Young Master Inuyasha didn't say a word and just personally led his men here."

"This Spring Festival, they've all sent out invitations. If we don't even show up, wouldn't it seem a bit..."

"Does that seem disrespectful?"

Sesshomaru, who was walking ahead, did not respond.

"It's Chinese New Year, after all, we should be with our families... Hey, young master Sesshomaru, please slow down."

Seeing this, Xie Jian sighed, quickened his pace, and caught up, panting heavily.

He secretly glanced at his master's profile, and seeing that the cold and stern face remained expressionless, he mustered his courage and continued.

"Besides, this trip will also allow us to see how well Inuyasha uses the Tessaiga."

"That's a treasured sword left by the master; we can't let him take it back and use it as decoration, can we?"

"In case he doesn't use it smoothly, young master Sesshomaru can give him some pointers..."

The more he spoke, the more he felt he had struck a chord with Sesshomaru. Then he saw his young master's figure rise into the air and soar into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, hey, hey—Lord Sesshomaru, where are you going! Wait for me!"

Jaken was terrified and stopped muttering. He rushed forward, kicked off the ground with both legs, and grabbed the edge of Sesshomaru's flying fur vest with both hands.

She was like a kite suspended in mid-air, swaying back and forth with the wind.

"……call."