Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Both the Nine-Nine Toad and the Ghost Granny Li Tao made contributions—the former managed the people's livelihood and grassroots affairs of the Eastern Kingdom, while the latter's quirky and unorthodox magic could occasionally unearth some surprises.

This is true for the monsters, but there are also many outstanding individuals among the humans.

There are several young mages and priestesses in Shanjianjing who, under Feng's tutelage, are already capable of handling things on their own. They have a solid foundation in spiritual power, are resilient in temperament, and have a firm stance.

If they were equipped with spirit armor, given time, they might become another pillar of the shrine, alleviating the lack of high-level combat power under Feng's command, while also making a name for themselves.

Inuyasha stroked his chin, his gaze falling on the crimson hakama skirts still swirling and fluttering in the courtyard, as if he were looking at the children, or perhaps at something much further away.

As for spirit armor, it's not that he can't give out more—he still has quite a few magic crystals in his hands. If he really gave them out freely, one crystal would be enough for each of the core members of Luo Shengjing and Shan Jianjing.

The problem is never about "enough or not," but about how to give, to whom to give, and when to give.

If you give it too early, the other person won't appreciate it; if you give it too late, it will hurt their feelings.

If too much is given, the spirit equipment will no longer be a coveted treasure; if too little is given, those below will feel that those above are being biased.

If seniority is the deciding factor, those who work hard later on will feel like they're just eating from the same pot.

This science of governance is a bit difficult.

But that's what men like.

A few words are enough to win over a person with independent thinking.

Report your favor on the golden platform, and bring Yulong to die for the king.

Inuyasha leaned against the sloping back of the eaves, looking up at the clear winter night sky, his breath dissipating into a thin mist.

He recalled the principles he had heard in his previous life—the way of reward and punishment is not about how much is given away, but about making everyone feel that "as long as I work hard, I also have a chance."

This is the kind of vision Inuyasha wanted.

I'm not afraid of people fighting; what I'm afraid of is that they don't even bother to have the thought of fighting.

As long as there is still a fire burning in his heart and he still feels that he has a chance to rise, that fire will make the East Kingdom burn brighter and brighter.

The little witches below finished dancing again, and the class leader, who was leading the dance, clapped her hands twice to signal everyone to take a short break.

Laughter and footsteps spread from the courtyard. Several young children squatted in a circle under the eaves, gesturing at each other, their chattering like a flock of sparrows returning to their nest.

Just as Inuyasha was about to get up and leave the roof, he suddenly heard a clear shout erupt from the other end of the courtyard—

"Brother Inuyasha—!"

Lan slipped out of the group at some point, looked up at Inuyasha on the roof with her little face up, and ran towards the pillar.

He grabbed the pillar with both hands and pushed off, climbing up the beam like a nimble cat. He then used the eaves for leverage and leaped lightly onto the tiles next to Inuyasha.

How did you get up here?

Inuyasha turned his head to look at her, his tone carrying three parts surprise and seven parts helplessness.

“I saw you sitting up there!” Lan plopped down next to him, her legs dangling over the eaves, the cold winter wind blowing her wisps of hair across her forehead.

"You watched us dance all by yourself without even saying hello, that's too much!"

The little witches below all looked up—"Lord God!" "It really is Lord God!" "Lord God, please come down!" "How was our dance!"

Inuyasha's ears were itchy from the crisp shouts, so he jumped down from the roof with Ran in his arms and landed in the middle of the courtyard.

The little witches immediately swarmed around like a flock of sparrows, their chatter even more lively than during rehearsals.

"You jumped alright, but the third one in the back row—yes, that's you—that's right, Asagi, you're too old, your reaction is slow, and you were a little slow when you turned around."

Among a bunch of little kids around 1.2 meters tall, the appearance of a girl with a slightly motherly air just feels a bit off.

Asagi puffed up her cheeks in anger at these words and jumped in front of Inuyasha demanding an explanation.

"Nonsense, I didn't do that!"

Inuyasha held Asagi's head up with one hand, then casually tapped it, and rubbed another little head that was leaning in, "And you, Moegi, your sleeves are almost hitting the person next to you in the face. Be careful when you practice."

When Meng Huang was called out, he first shrank his neck, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but burst out laughing and quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

The class monitor, who was leading the dance, stood outside the crowd, smiling with pursed lips, and did not say anything to stop them. He watched as the God was surrounded and made a ruckus by a group of children, like a big tree being occupied by sparrows.

Inuyasha, who felt like he was about to be electrocuted, finally pulled himself away from the group of children after playing from dusk till moonrise.

He patted the wrinkles on his clothes caused by the little witches' scratches. "Alright, I have to go now. You all practice hard."

Lan looked up at him, not pressing him for details about where they were going, but simply nodded vigorously. "Will you come again tomorrow, brother?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Inuyasha waved his hand and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

The laughter and farewells of the little witches behind him surged up like a tide, only to be left behind by his ever-receding figure.

Exiting the shrine through the side gate, and following the stone steps around the wall of the main hall, a path leads to the back of the mountain, winding through the winter forest.

Inuyasha walked along the path, past the manicured trees, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

The sacred tree still stands in the center, its trunk as thick as a pillar, its branches twisting and reaching towards the winter night sky, moonlight filtering through its sparse leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Not far to the left of the Sacred Tree, the Bone-Eating Well lies quietly with its mouth open, with withered vines and moss climbing and growing along its edge.

To the right of the sacred tree—where there used to be just a grassy open space—is now occupied by a colossal structure.

A cauldron that makes a clanging sound.

The vines and moss on the stove have been cleaned off, revealing the rough texture underneath.

In the moonlight, it resembled a sleeping ancient behemoth, each chisel mark gleaming with a pale bluish-gray hue under the caress of the moonlight.

Inuyasha stopped in front of the cauldron and pressed his hand against the wall of the furnace—a deep and long humming sound traveled up the stone wall from the depths of the furnace.

The heat seeping through the cracks in the door suddenly intensified, casting an orange-red hue on the moonlight.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy stone door slowly opened from the center to both sides, and the rollers rolled over the stone trough with a dull and steady sound.

The moment the doorway opened, blinding flames erupted from within.

The light was an almost liquid orange-gold color, like molten metal flowing, making the entire inner wall of the furnace as bright as day.

A heat wave followed closely behind, accompanied by the pungent smell of sulfur.

Inuyasha stood at the cave entrance, his crimson robes shimmering with azure flames that formed a flaming garment covering his entire body.

Light and heat alternately collided with the azure flame robe, only to be absorbed back into it, like rivers flowing into the sea, without even a ripple.

He took a step forward, his body leaning forward, his crimson robes and azure flames disappearing together into the blinding flames.

The opening of the Roaring Cauldron should, in all likelihood, take another twenty years.

But Inuyasha never intended to wait from the beginning. If he found the right method to give this artifact, which can absorb the power of the earth's veins, more high-quality energy, it wouldn't be impossible for it to open ahead of schedule.

The furnace door slowly closed behind him, like a giant beast closing its eyelids.

The nearby sacred tree moved without wind, its thick branches trembling violently.

The entire tree, from its crown to its roots, seemed to have been pulled hard by something invisible. The leaves fluttered in the cold winter night air, but not a single one was blown down.

Chapter 74 A Born Demon, the Sun in the Underworld

Inside the furnace is a sea of ​​molten gold.

As far as the eye can see, crimson and orange-gold intertwine to form a surging ocean, as if the molten core of the sun has been poured into a resounding cauldron.

The magma and sea of ​​fire emitted dazzling light and heat from all directions. The airflow twisted and deformed in the high temperature, throwing pieces of rock that had collapsed from the rock wall into the air, only to be lifted even higher by a new wave of heat before falling back into the molten flow.

The moment Inuyasha fell into this molten gold, the azure flames of Kagu suddenly surged.

Flames burst out from his shoulders, back, and the edges of his clothes, like a cold-colored lotus flower suddenly blooming in a sea of ​​fire.

Immediately afterwards, the surging flames were frantically absorbed by the azure flame robe, greedily devouring the surrounding flames that could be burned, drawing in the molten gold's heat layer by layer, making the flames grow brighter and brighter.

"Just like in the original story, the Roaring Cauldron has a powerful effect of absorbing and sealing demonic and spiritual power."

Inuyasha can sense the demonic and spiritual power within the source energy, which is constantly dissipating outwards.

He tried to clench his fist; the strength was still there, and his arms and torso were still responsive.

But that feeling of overflowing source power was gradually receding, only to be pushed back by the wildly increasing magic power.

Each absorption is more ferocious and unrestrained than the last.

Like a river freed from its constraints, it surged through the veins, washing over bones and flesh, and under the cover of the azure flame robe, it emitted an almost buzzing tremor.

Inuyasha hovered above the molten gold sea, the azure flames reflecting the orange-gold sea of ​​fire beneath him, making him appear from afar like a god rising from the depths of flames.

"The power of the Spirit Gear [Kagutsuchi Garment] is indeed not as simple as I thought; its essence is inextinguishable fire!"

Jieluo's [Thousand Threads Defense] complements her own power. Her hair was originally a weapon, and the spirit armor simply pushes the weapon's limits to a more perfect state.

Maple's [Divine Roar] is a special extension—amplifying the "speed" in archery to near the speed of light.

No one knows what it feels like to be kicked by light, but the former chieftain of the wolf clan who was shot by the arrow of light has the most to say.

Sesshomaru's Crescent Moon Armor is even more direct; it is a multiplier of demonic power, pushing an already powerful being to an even greater level.

Given their already exceptional abilities, the spirit armor they manifest becomes even more powerful, possessing a talent comparable to or even surpassing the top spirit armors in [Failed Knights].

Each of them has either stepped halfway into the demon's domain, or unknowingly, completely entered it.

The so-called Demon is the ultimate realm that the Blade Master can reach, and it is also proof of breaking through the shackles of fate and reaching the realm of gods.

They are no longer mortals, but beings who have transcended the limits of humanity.

Once awakened, the soul of a demon will no longer be human. Overuse of demon power will cause the physical body, which serves as the vessel, to mutate and gradually lose its human form.

As the local power declined and the magic became stronger, Inuyasha's appearance gradually changed, giving rise to a fourth form besides half-demon, monster, and human—the demon!

On either side of the temple, two dark protrusions slowly extend outwards.

The protrusion was initially just a small bump, but it quickly elongated and sharpened, transforming into a pair of curved, dark red horns that pierced diagonally from between the silvery-white hair.

The tips of the horns gleamed with a cool, lustrous sheen, somewhere between metal and bone, and under the glow of the flames, they resembled two forged blades.

"That's power!"

Inuyasha slowly raised his hand, his five fingers spread, his gaze falling on the magical patterns flowing in his palm, feeling the unprecedented power within him that was about to exceed his limits.

His eyes seemed to deepen at that moment, with a faint blue light wandering in the depths of his pupils, before he simply "thought" for a moment.

The next instant, a lotus flower silently bloomed in the sky above the sea of ​​molten gold.

One, two, ten, a hundred—the azure flames condensed into the shape of lotus flowers, hanging down from the dome.

Each lotus flower slowly rotated as it fell, with tiny sparks of light cascading from its edges, gradually dyeing the golden-red world into a deep blue.

'What a monster!'

Once defeated by the Four War Gods, who sealed their power within the Roaring Cauldron, leaving only a remnant soul, the priestess Kanade secretly observed all of Inuyasha's changes.

Because the other party was also a half-demon, she initially wanted to come out, but then immediately hid.

Zou Ji had seen the arrogance of the Four War Gods and too many ambitious people who wanted to seize the power of the furnace, but this half-demon in front of her... completely exceeded her expectations.

The orange-gold flames were swallowed by the blue flames, and the surging sea of ​​molten gold calmed down the moment the lotus touched it, its surface covered with a thin layer of blue light, like ice spreading across a sea of ​​fire.

"If I absorb more flame power in the future, will I be able to use the Flame Emperor's signature skill—Buddha's Wrath Lotus?

Inuyasha chuckled, glanced at the entire interior of the furnace, and said, "Lady Kanade, aren't you coming out?"

The sound echoed inside the furnace before being swallowed up by the surging heat.

Without hesitation, Inuyasha reached out and gently grasped the air.

At the same instant, the cauldron of clashing lights lit up with azure patterns, transforming into an azure domain.

There's no other way.

With nowhere to hide, Souhime was forced out, transforming into a green glowing orb that hovered in front of Inuyasha.

Before Souhime could even speak, Inuyasha had already plunged into the fluorescent light and touched the edge of a cold, hard object.

With a single pull, the jade box emerged from the glow and fell into his palm.

It was a jade box about the size of two palms, its surface as smooth and warm as jade, with fine sealing patterns inlaid at the four corners.

Kanade trembled violently, as if she wanted to say something, but Inuyasha didn't give her a chance to speak.