Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

"Then let's wait until the middle of this year. When the Mirror of Time opens again, let's see if he's on the other side."

Fairy Lingyue nodded and said, "If it is really as you say, then the future of this world—is getting interesting."

Inuyasha didn't find it interesting at all.

It would be unacceptable for anyone to be suddenly told that their own safe and secure base might be secretly being spied on by the blond-haired guy.

He didn't want to wake up one day to find several Saiyans wearing battle glasses and with tails standing in the sky, ready to sell the planet.

We've been living too comfortably; we mustn't forget to be prepared for unforeseen circumstances!

While reflecting on his absurd life over the past few years, Inuyasha looked at Lingyue Xianji.

“Great Mother, the formation of spacetime rifts seems to be irregular. No one knows where it will appear next, what it will involve, or what kind of people will appear inside.”

"For safety reasons, would you like to stay at the shrine for the time being, Mother?"

"I will implement some measures to ensure that the surrounding space is impregnable."

Sesshomaru also gave a look of approval, "Mother, don't be stubborn."

Lingyue Fairy raised an eyebrow slightly, "I've lived for so long, what storms haven't I weathered? How could a few possible spacetime rifts frighten me?"

"Moreover, if something does come out of the crack—if I can stop it, then it doesn't matter; if I can't stop it, what does it matter where I am?"

Lingyue Xianji, a great demon at the level of [Transformation God Celestial Venerable], spoke in a normal tone.

"I appreciate your kindness. However, there's no need for me to stay."

The beautiful woman smiled gently at Inuyasha, who seemed about to say something.

"If anything really comes up, I'll come to you. Just reserve a nicer room for me then, and don't make me stay in the north-facing side room."

"How could that be?"

Seeing that Lingyue Xianji insisted, Inuyasha did not continue to persuade her, and naturally changed the subject, introducing her to the three core locations of the Eastern Kingdom.

"The most elegant place to stay is here at Ruri Shrine. There is a secluded courtyard behind the mountain, with flowers in all seasons and a wide view. You can see the canopy of the sacred tree through the window."

"Over in Rashomon, there are countless castle towers, all bright and airy. You can see the whole city from the window, and in the evening, you can even see the performances by the lake."

"Shanjianjing also has several houses, where you can see water when you open the window and mountains in the distance. The courtyards are not large, but they are quiet and elegant, which is suitable for the First Madam to stay in when she does not want to be disturbed."

"You really know how to live."

After finishing their business, Lingyue Fairy naturally revealed her true, cunning nature, her tone filled with undisguised admiration.

Then, changing the subject, he glanced sideways at Sesshomaru beside him, his bright and dignified eyes sweeping across the room.

"Unlike someone who lives in the wilderness all day long, eating and sleeping in the open, without a fixed place to live, and has to rely on his younger brother to invite him to have a place that can be called a house during festivals."

The fairy sighed.

"It wasn't like this when I was little. I don't know which stage it went wrong."

Sesshomaru's forehead twitched. "If you say another word, I'm really leaving."

"Look, he's getting anxious."

"Mother!"

Chapter 85 Nurarihyon World, Cosmic Flying Continent

In another world's hell, the dome hangs low like lead, and occasionally, streaks of lightning flash through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the jagged, scorched earth and rock pillars below as if it were daytime.

A massive, gray-white hell dragon, obscuring the sky, surged forth from the blade of Congyunya.

Its head was slightly raised, its scarlet eyes fixed on its prey, and it let out a deafening roar as it pounced on the last demon perched atop the rock pillar.

The demon's body was several times larger than that of an ordinary monster, with twisted horns and a long tail covered in barbs.

As the hell dragon pressed down, a dark purple barrier was erected—but the moment the hell dragon's head struck the barrier, the barrier shattered from the center into countless tiny purple light fragments, exploding in all directions, as if thin ice had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The dragon's sharp teeth snapped shut, swallowing the terrified demon along with the shattered fragments of the barrier.

In hell, the evil spirit of the Cloud Fang, having feasted on blood and gore, let out a satisfied sigh.

It circled in mid-air several times before turning into grayish-white smoke, which flowed back and gathered along the blade of the Cloud Fang.

Douya Wang sheathed his sword, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Leiming following behind him.

The Thunder Beast Clan Chief's soul was much more solid than when they first met. His outline was no longer as translucent as it had been initially, and the texture of his robes and the angles of his face were now clearly visible.

He stood a few steps away with his hands at his sides, his posture respectful. "Lord Douya."

"You have already unified Hell."

"So, we've unified the country?"

Douya Wang was somewhat surprised.

He glanced up at the scorched earth, now even more desolate after being swept away by the Prison Dragon, and then looked into the distance at the ghostly minions following him, clearing out the remaining enemy forces. It all felt a little unreal.

If it were his own hell, several ancient monsters who had lived for who knows how long would probably jump out and shout "Arrogant!" at him.

Then, as the fighting went on, they each called for retreat. Ghosts with extensive connections could even summon people from the mortal world to come and mediate, then shake hands and make peace, never to speak to each other again.

After a moment, Touya-o withdrew his gaze, his tone tinged with regret, "Unfortunately, we still haven't found the other four."

"If they didn't die, they must have traveled to the present world."

As he spoke, he hung the Tsurugi back on his waist. This was where the Tessaiga and Tenseiga used to be, but now it belonged to the Tsurugi.

"Speaking of which, you're quite unlucky. Out of five people, only one of you ended up in hell, and by sheer coincidence, you ran into that Onmyoji."

Douya chuckled and patted Leiming on the shoulder, his tone carrying the frankness and teasing that only comes from fighting side by side.

"Honestly, if it's a positional war and the other side is fully prepared, even I would have to be careful."

"I don't consider it bad luck at all."

Lei Ming laughed along, "It's a kind of luck to be able to follow Lord Inuyasha and Lord Toga in succession."

The winds of hell passed between the two, swirling distant smoke and ash into thin swirls that drifted toward the horizon.

"Then keep following along, strive to become stronger, and don't die easily."

"Let's go home together."

A gentle light shone in Douya's eyes. "There, our family is waiting for us."

Reluctant to leave his family, Lei Ming trembled with excitement, "Yes, sir, Lord Douya!"

Meanwhile, in the human world.

Tono region, Japan.

Because of the foggy and rainy climate, the demonic energy here does not easily dissipate, making it the origin and dwelling place of many monsters.

Where there are settlements, there are conflicts. Over the years, Tono has nurtured a militant faction that identifies itself as the "Tono Yokai."

Tono Yokai never serves anyone or associates with anyone, maintaining his independent spirit while sending talent to Yokai organizations throughout the country.

Steel Teeth, who has been in this world for more than half a year and has been cultivating "fear", is currently squatting by the river washing clothes.

"...Damn it, I am the dignified patriarch of the wolf demon clan, aspiring to become a great demon, and now I've been reduced to washing clothes here..."

"Hey, here we go again."

A swamp kappa emerged from the river with a turtle-like head, a turtle shell on its back, orange-yellow eyes, and sharp teeth. It looked at the muttering steel teeth on the bank and shouted, "Steel teeth, hurry up and wash! After you're done, it's the same old routine!"

The swamp kappa, who longs for the outside world, loves listening to stories the most.

The stories told by Steel Teeth captivated him, especially those involving figures who could tear the heavens and earth apart and command the wind and rain.

Steel Teeth stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and yelled at the river in an annoyed tone, "I know—it's so noisy!"

He wrung out the clothes in his hand violently, splashing water onto the gravel at his feet with a crackling sound.

"Once I've finished washing these, I'll beat you up on the dueling stage!"

The dueling arena is the core venue of the Tono martial arts faction. The rules are simple and direct; it's a place where fists do the talking.

He gambled with the swamp kappa.

Whoever wins can make one reasonable request to the other—Steel Fang wants to learn Fear, and Swamp Kappa wants to hear a story.

..............................

Further away in Kyoto, the night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was mostly obscured by thick clouds. Only a few thin rays of white light peeked through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the rooftops and eaves of the ancient city, enveloping the city in a cold and deep shadow.

At the end of Suzaku Avenue, a battle between Onmyoji and Yokai is raging.

The Wind Cave Mage stood in the center of the battle circle, rolling up the jade bead wrapped around the back of his hand.

Opposite him, Ibaraki-doji's figure, which was attacking from the flank, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Those crimson eyes held the killing intent of a charge, but that intent shattered in the blink of an eye the moment the mage raised his hand.

The wind cave opened in the mage's palm, and a dark vortex formed in an instant.

The cyclone, carrying pebbles and dust, pulled Ibaraki-dōji toward the center of the vortex with an irresistible suction force.

'Damn it, we're too close!'

Ibaraki-dōji was furious and his demonic power was surging. He was about to fight back with his life on the line when he suddenly felt his demonic power go out of control. Before he could even let out a roar, he disappeared into the Wind Cave.

Seeing that the biggest target of this battle had been defeated, the Wind Cave Mage gathered his Wind Cave.

The remaining Kyoto monsters, terrified and unwilling to fight any longer, retreated in droves.

"As expected of the Master."

Ryuji Kakeruin, bearing the marks of battle, stopped a few steps away. His gaze lingered for a moment on the hand that the Wind Cave Mage had withdrawn, then he looked up, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"No matter how many times you see it—it's an enviable magical power."

There was not a trace of flattery or politeness.

Only an undisguised longing.

For Onmyoji like them, who live on the edge of death and fight against monsters.

Even if it's a curse that shortens one's life and harms one's descendants, one would gladly accept it as long as it kills the monster.

After all, only when all the monsters are dead can their descendants avoid battles and be qualified to pursue a long life.

"It's just a clumsy skill, not as good as the diverse Yin-Yang techniques of the Flower Garden."

Master Fengxue shook his head, and Huakaiyuan Long Er didn't mind his modesty.

"Oh, here we go again. Master, there's no need to be so modest."

The Wind Cave Mage, whose weakness to poison was not discovered, entered the Flower Garden Temple by virtue of his record of annihilating many Kyoto monsters.

He became a respected guest of this ancient Onmyoji family.

They also wield considerable influence within human forces dedicated to exorcising demons.

Meanwhile, in the room of a wealthy merchant in Kyoto, the only light source came from a water mirror activated by magic in mid-air.

The semi-transparent halo of the mirror is slowly dissipating—the last thing to emerge is the scene of the Wind Tunnel completely engulfing Ibaraki-dōji.

Ahjizo, a member of the Kyoto yokai under the command of Hagoromo-Gitsune, sat at the table.

He was short and thin, wearing a light yellow monk's robe. His head was bald and round, but it had a blood-red eye, below which was an old human face.

Ao Jizo raised his gaze and looked at the black witch opposite him who, in the past six months, had cursed and killed dozens of powerful Onmyoji and yokai with her cursed aura, and whose fame had risen by stepping on their corpses.

Chun sat on the line where shadow and light met, half of her face illuminated by the faint light remaining in the water mirror, while the other half was hidden in darkness.

The interplay of light and shadow made her expression even more enigmatic than usual.

"Lord Chun...do you have a clever way to get rid of that Wind Cave Mage?"

"Just a somewhat eccentric mage," Chun said, opening a folding fan made of dark bones and fine threads, her tone casual.