Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

He stepped onto the last step of the castle tower's top floor, stopping in the crimson glow of twilight, his right hand resting on the hilt of the short sword at his waist. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

The young man raised his head and looked at his physics father, his eyes burning with passion.

He drew his dagger, the blade arcing a cold white in the twilight.

"—So noisy."

With a flick of his wrist, the young man's movements were swift and decisive. The blade of the short sword traced a very short arc, slicing across Uesugi's neck.

The sound of blood gushing out was very soft, like a bubble bursting in the wind.

It's like the faint hissing sound of a piece of silk being cut by a sharp blade.

Uesugi's head rolled twice, slammed against the railing, and then rolled onto the floor, stopping in a pool of dark red that was gradually expanding.

His wide-open eyes were still fixed on the direction where the young man stood—frozen with incomprehension, shock, and a bewilderment that he could not settle down until his death.

The young man discarded his dagger and gazed at the demon army belonging to Rashomon and Inuyasha, his eyes filled with cold light.

"Inuyasha, it's surprising that Kikyo didn't kill you twenty-five years ago."

A gust of demonic wind swept up, and the young man instantly transformed into a monster wearing a baboon skin.

His face was completely covered by a baboon skin hood, leaving only his eyes visible, which were deep and melancholic, like an unfathomable old well.

Naraku stared at the Uesugi clan's defenders, who were now routed and utterly annihilated, and sneered, "As expected, humans are utterly useless in the face of demons."

Whether it's him or the Nine-Nine Toad, they can easily usurp noble status.

Without looking back, he leaped off the edge of the railing.

The edges of the baboon skin fluttered like wings in the wind. As it fell into the air, its body began to swell and deform—tearing and expanding outward from its human-shaped outline, transforming into a massive, tangled trunk made of countless twisting tree roots, tentacles, and vines.

Those roots were as thick as century-old logs, covered with a hard, grayish-brown outer layer that gleamed with a damp, dark light in the firelight.

They twisted, stretched, and gathered in the air, eventually forming dozens of sharp, spear-like tentacles that pierced straight towards the densest formation of the demon army below.

"Become my food!"

Tree roots and tendrils pierced through the air like countless dark lightning bolts, striking the chests and heads of several demons in the horde.

The moment the blood splattered, fine cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of those roots.

A thick, purplish-black miasma spewed out from it.

The miasma spread rapidly in the air, like a blob of ink blown away by the wind.

"Someone come here!"

"There's a tricky guy here!"

Wherever it passed, the monsters roared, then convulsed and collapsed, only to be picked up by tentacles and swallowed.

Several humans who were nearby didn't even have time to utter a sound before they were reduced to stark white skeletons in the miasma.

A gaunt figure swept out of the castle tower, his gray hair dancing wildly in the night wind, his eyes glowing with a faint red light in the firelight.

The witch Rita emerged from the chaos below, a long scythe still stained with blood, and grinned menacingly at Naraku.

"A little baboon who doesn't know its own mortality."

She wielded her scythe, her figure moving as fast as a gray shadow, closing in on Naraku's massive root-like body in just a few breaths.

The sickle swept across, its blade slicing into the joint of a tree root tendril.

The tentacle was severed at the root, and a purplish-black liquid spurted from the cut, splashing onto the stone slab with a hissing, corrosive sound.

Naraku immediately retaliated.

After several exchanges, Rito's scythe was fast and cunning, forcing Naraku to generate more tentacles for defense and counterattack.

Some daring demons began to take a roundabout approach, attempting to outflank Naraku from behind.

"Tsk, know when to stop."

Naraku lowered his eyes, and his body suddenly shrank, with all the outstretched tentacles retracting inward.

At the same time, a large amount of purplish-black miasma, even denser than before, surged out from beneath him, like a burst of smoke bomb, instantly filling the space within dozens of feet around him.

Li Tao reacted extremely quickly, flying backward the instant the miasma erupted, and hiding outside the miasma's coverage area.

She landed on a broken pillar, gazing at the swirling, spreading purplish-black miasma.

Through the thick smoke, a humanoid silhouette could be seen rising into the air, transforming into a dark streak of light that sped towards the northern horizon, quickly disappearing into the gray line where twilight and night met.

Li Tao stood on the broken pillar, sickle in hand, watching the departing figure, grinning to reveal his yellowed teeth.

"...They run fast."

The miasma dispersed in the night wind, revealing the ground below, which was riddled with corrosion.

Several monsters that failed to escape in time have turned into skeletons, their empty eye sockets facing the darkening sky.

The flames in the distance were still burning; the last piece of Musashi's territory had been captured.

Chapter 65 Crystal Shrine

Moonlight filtered through the clouds, enveloping everything in a cool, silvery white.

Inuyasha sat on a horizontal branch of the Sacred Tree, leaning against the main trunk, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, head tilted back, facing the bright full moon, breathing in and out.

The first breath was taken in very deeply.

The air enters through the nasal cavity, passes through the throat, and spreads downwards along the chest cavity, as if taking in the coolness of the night into the lungs.

The second breath was exhaled very slowly.

The breath that escaped from his lips carried a barely perceptible white mist.

As the breath left, my mind began to clear, and the distractions and anxieties accumulated during the day were also taken away, and my thoughts gradually settled.

The third breath, the fourth breath, the fifth breath. The cycle repeats endlessly, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Inuyasha's breathing was steady and long, like a mountain that had been sleeping for thousands of years, slowly rising and falling under the moonlight.

Originating from the breathing techniques of the Rain Master Bailu, it is not as mysterious and terrifying as Qi Refining and Immortal Cultivation—it can neither allow one to travel to the North Sea in the morning and the Cangwu Mountain in the evening, nor can it split the heavens and the earth with a single sword.

Its strength lies in its foundation, like a gentle stream that doesn't rush to become a mighty river, but nourishes the soil on both banks day after day.

According to Inuyasha, it's like Tai Chi, which everyone could practice in their past life. No matter how much you mess with someone, you won't kill them.

Over the years, Inuyasha, along with many demons and humans, repeatedly deduced and improved upon the methods, refining a foundational cultivation method suitable for the people of the Eastern Lands.

On moonlit nights, the monsters would find a high place, either sitting cross-legged on a mountaintop or standing on a treetop, facing the bright moon and breathing in its essence.

From passively absorbing knowledge for hundreds of years, they have now become proactive, and the long-lost sense of growth has returned to the very core of the monsters.

At dawn, when the first rays of sunlight pierce through the darkness, cultivators among humans will find a well-lit place, face the rising sun, and breathe in the first breath of the morning light that brings life to all things.

Inuyasha had promised Kaede that everyone should train, and by some twist of fate, he took the first step. What will happen in the future remains to be seen.

After all, the primary function of modern breathing techniques is to improve physical health.

To prevent humans from living for extended periods in places teeming with demonic energy, which could lead to physical weakness and illness.

However, for ordinary people who have suffered from war and demonic calamities, having a body free from illness and a stable environment is something they never dared to dream of before.

The establishment and development of the Eastern Kingdom can be said to be the will of the people and the inevitable trend of the times.

Even some of the shrine maidens and mages who liked to chatter and talk about justice actively integrated into the cultivation world of the Eastern Kingdom.

After completing a round of training, Inuyasha opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"The effectiveness of breathing techniques is nearing its end; I haven't felt any progress this year."

He lowered his eyes and spread his palms out in the moonlight—his fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, and the blood of both demons and humans flowed quietly beneath his skin.

"However, this method has a very good guiding effect on the demon blood in the body."

Inuyasha clenched his fist and then released it.

He was certain that he no longer needed the Tessaiga to suppress the demon blood within him.

While he can't transform into a giant demon dog like Sesshomaru, he can still amplify his demonic power and achieve a rational demonic transformation.

"Now that I have an extra trump card, is there anyone in this world who can push me to the brink?"

Inuyasha stood up triumphantly, put his hands on his hips, and burst into laughter.

The wild laughter gradually subsided in the night wind, its echoes gathered by the branches and leaves in the forest, turning into a few distant reverberations before fading into silence.

On the distant horizon, a faint line of pale white light is beginning to appear.

The light seeped through the gap where the mountain ridge met the sky, peeling away the deep blue night curtain inch by inch from its edges.

The starlight is fading, the moonlight is dimming, and the dark hues that have hung over the world all night are being replaced by something new.

Inuyasha's mind raced, and his heart skipped a beat—his silver hair lost its ink color, revealing the jet-black hue that only appears on the night of the new moon.

The ability to switch between human and demon forms is now completely at their command.

After practicing breathing exercises, Inuyasha stretched his neck and leaped down from the horizontal branch of the Sacred Tree.

Four years have passed, and Maple Village, which once had only a few dozen households, has been transformed under the machinations of the half-demon and the influence of the two capitals.

The east and west roads were completely opened up.

One road connects to Shanjianjing, and the other leads to Luoshengjing; the two roads intersect at the village entrance.

Centered on the intersection, a massive shrine that governs 6,000 square kilometers and rules the entire eastern country rises from the ground.

Ruri Shrine.

This is the name Inuyasha chose.

According to Feng, "Liuli" is crystal, which is clear and flawless, reflecting one's true self.

She stated that the shrine did not belong to any known deity; it belonged only to those who were willing to believe in something in times of chaos.

A new shrine, new gods, and a new world that will surely be cleansed of filth.

While the half-demon suppressed his laughter, in the solemn and dignified main hall, the serious priestess personally experienced a meaning beyond "transparent and flawless".

Today, both the sacred tree and the Bone-Eating Well are located within the back mountain area of ​​the Ruri Shrine.

Inuyasha walked down the mountain path, the stone steps beneath his feet slightly damp from the morning dew, feeling cool and firm under his feet.

A morning breeze swept through the mountain path, carrying the scent of grass soaked in night dew, and brushed against his long hair that fell over his shoulders.

As your gaze follows the slope of the stone steps upwards, the entire Ruri Shrine unfolds in the morning light.

The stone steps are divided into nine sections from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, with a torii gate spanning each section.

The mountain wasn't high enough originally, so Yura drove a dozen mountain demons, each as big as a hill, to dig out a huge mountain from a distant mountain range and pile it up on the shrine's low hill like children's building blocks.

The remaining monsters were then filled and compacted with clay and gravel selected by human craftsmen.

The nine stone steps were laid at that time, and each time a section was completed, the craftsmen would erect a torii gate as a marker.

Only when the height of the entire mountain was high enough to see both the eastern and western capitals did Yura finish his work and return to Rashomon.

That's the power of extraordinary charm.

Carrying the mountains on your shoulders, covering the sun and moon with your hands!

Compared to transmigrating to the city and opening a crystal palace, Inuyasha absolutely loves this world.

Furthermore, the yokai who participated in the construction of the Ruri Shrine are regarded by the people of Zenkenkyo as servants of the gods.

Like the wrathful Vajra in a temple, its fierce appearance is draped in a sacred cloak.

Leaving aside the area outside the Eastern Kingdom, within its borders, all the monsters were recruited by Rashomon. Those who refused to abide by the law, were foolish, or were stubborn were all wiped out.

This applies to both monsters and humans.

The prejudiced and arrogant nobles and lords, the stagnant and unambitious fools, were all wiped out by Rashomon's demon army.

With these old fogies no longer hindering the progress of history, the atmosphere in Dongguo was completely renewed.

The status of half-demons rose rapidly—they not only became a bridge for communication between humans and demons, but also became highly sought after for their humanoid and handsome appearance.

The reason is very simple.