Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

She turned her head and leaned against the dog's shoulder. "Inuyasha, besides the demons, should we bring some people back to the East?"

Yura, her face flushed, clung to Inuyasha's arm and asked in a sweet voice.

Inuyasha, having considered this, shook his head. "We only need to select some elite personnel; the others are not of much value."

From the perspective of long-lived yokai, the human population in the Eastern Country will increase dozens of times in a few decades or hundreds of years.

In modern society, ordinary corporate slaves driven by capital and KPIs would be nothing more than hard-working oxen and horses if they were sent to the East.

If being transported to another world means living a life of luxury, then all of them are protagonists!

Jieluo casually mentioned something quite important.

"What are your plans for World Number One? Recently, my subordinates have reported that we have encountered forces from other countries."

"Some people want to establish diplomatic relations with us, while others are observing from the sidelines and have not yet expressed their opinion."

Jie Luo tilted his head slightly. "When they saw us delivering supplies, several companies took the initiative to offer to give us some supplies for free as a gesture of goodwill."

"World One is positioned as a temporary granary, which can be abandoned at any time."

Inuyasha pondered for a moment, then said, "Let the Prime Minister handle the gifts; we just need clean grain reserves on our own soil. And then—"

Er Gouzi uttered the three-word mantra: "Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, don't make promises."

Jieluo was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and laughed so hard that her shoulders shook and her chest, which was wrapped in his arms, trembled.

"You scumbag."

Inuyasha wasn't annoyed. He patted her on the waist, the touch firm yet bouncy, the sound crisp like patting a ripe melon.

"You don't like it?"

Jieluo's waist went limp from his slap, but she didn't flinch. She looked up, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

After a while, she seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, is Brother Sesshomaru still in Hell? Why haven't we heard from him?"

"Who knows?"

Thinking of the filial piety that might happen in hell, Inuyasha shrugged.

He didn't need to think much about what would happen if they met in hell.

It's basically one person wanting to prove they've surpassed their teacher, and the other wanting to prove that experience matters.

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

Sesshomaru stood on a high cliff, his body covered in crescent-shaped armor, his hair flowing backward in the hot air of hell, his face as cold and composed as ever.

He gripped the Bakusaiga in his right hand. The blade was long and sharp, its edge gleaming with a cold, white arc of light under the dim, hellish light. The tip of the blade was slightly lowered, pointing towards the ground.

Dozens of feet away, Douya Wang stood on a shattered lava plateau, with Congyun Ya held horizontally in front of him. The blade was dark red like molten gold, and the surface was covered with patterns of evil dragons.

The two were separated by a vast sea of ​​fire covered in lava, and the air was constantly distorted and deformed by the demonic power released by each of them.

On the distant rocky ridge, Lei Ming and the monsters who had followed Touya-o all the way from hell squatted in a row.

It wouldn't be accurate to say they were in a row; tall and short, fat and thin, with legs and without, they were all crammed together haphazardly on the protruding stone platform. We'd almost gotten used to this scene.

"Here we go again." A long, thin demon squatted on the far side.

You'll get used to it.

Another head popped out from behind, "I counted, this is the nineteenth time. Every time after the fight, Lord Toga says 'Not bad,' and then Lord Sesshomaru turns and leaves. Two days later he comes back, the fight continues, and he says 'Not bad' again..."

After arriving in Hell, Suicide Maru found Toga. Before the father and son could exchange more than three words, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At the time, Lei Ming and the others were so frightened that they were at a loss. They wanted to go up and persuade them, but Sesshomaru scared them away with just a look.

It wasn't until after this happened many times that they realized it wasn't a father and son falling out at all; it was just their daily routine.

Feitian squatted beside Leiming, clutching a dark red pebble he had picked up from the ground, tossing it around idly.

He squinted at the two figures clashing fiercely in the distance, then suddenly turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you think... this is what people often say—'Spare the rod and spoil the child'?"

Upon hearing this, Lei Ming turned his head to look at Fei Tian with a surprised expression. "Then if I hit you or scold you, would you be happy?"

Feitian thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm not sick."

"That's settled then."

Lei Ming turned around, and Fei Tian paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue and muttered, "That's different," before falling silent.

A muffled impact came from afar as the Bakusaiga and Murakumoiga collided once more, the resulting shockwave carrying debris and hot air that swept towards them.

The blade of Bakusaiga stretched across the distance between the two, carrying a sharp blade aura capable of tearing the sky and the earth apart, and slashed straight at Touga-oh's waist.

Douya Wang flipped his wrist.

The Cloud Fang slashed diagonally upwards, its dark red blade light colliding head-on with the shimmering white blade light of the Blast Fang in mid-air.

The sky above hell suddenly darkened for a moment, and the lava plateau beneath their feet shattered under the impact. Fragments and molten slag were thrown into the air, where they were then crushed into fine powder by the aftershocks of the blade's energy.

"good."

Douya said, "You're even stronger than when I last saw you."

"Go back with me."

Sesshomaru raised the Bakusaiga to his front, the tip of the blade pointing at Toga.

“I am already a dead man, and I no longer have any desire for the world of the living.”

Douya-o raised his Murakumo-ga again.

The light of the two fang-shaped blades faced off against each other in the dim sky.

Chapter 93 Forgive Me, Ling Yue When She Was Drunk

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, autumn turns into winter, and the colors of the world gradually fade from golden yellow and deep red to gray and dark brown.

The north wind of the late thirteenth year of the Eastern Kingdom spread along the mountain ridges and rivers, but it could not blow away the vibrant life on this land.

Supported by a modern nation with hundreds of millions of people and a developed economy, Dongguo, which was initially a feudal society, has seen its development in all aspects soar like a rocket into the sky.

unstoppable!

In the depths of hell in another realm, there are no changing seasons, only an eternally unchanging dark red sky and an ever-surging sea of ​​lava and fire.

Sesshomaru and Toga once again crossed paths on the scorched earth.

The moment the Bakusaiga and the Murakumoiga touched, only a very soft, crisp sound was emitted, like a low murmur before jade shatters.

Then the two beams of light landed.

Sesshomaru landed on a black rock pillar that rose from the lava.

The crescent-shaped armor disappeared, the sword was sheathed, and a clear, metallic hum was heard as the blade met the scabbard. Then, the sword stood with its hands at its sides.

Below, the sea of ​​lava spewed forth blazing streams of magma, and crimson flames shot into the sky, illuminating Sesshomaru's cool and indifferent brows.

Douya stood on another rocky platform, holding the Sounaga horizontally in front of him, the light flowing on the blade like a living creature breathing slowly.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Sesshomaru's retreating figure, and raised an eyebrow. "Sesshomaru, aren't you going to continue?"

Sesshomaru did not turn back.

The wind passed between him and Touya, carrying the heat of lava and the smell of scorched earth, and brushed his silver hair behind him.

A calm voice rang out.

"It's over."

Upon hearing this, Douya Wang frowned slightly, then suddenly his expression changed as he looked down at the Congyun Fang in his hand.

A very faint, crisp sound came from inside the blade, fine and short, like ice cracking from deep within under heavy pressure.

Cracks appeared in the center of the spine of the Congyunya blade and quickly spread to both sides.

Like a frozen river surface, bursting open from the depths as it thaws in spring.

The evil spirit of Congyunya let out a short, twisted wail, surging out from inside the blade before being swallowed by the crack.

The blade snapped off at the crack, the upper tip falling into the lava sea below, splashing up a crimson spark before being swallowed by the scalding magma and disappearing without a trace.

Touya stood on the scorching hot rock platform, holding half of his broken sword, and remained silent for a long time.

The wind rushed in from all directions, pulling his long hair back to reveal his face, which had been softened by the passage of time.

At this moment, Sesshomaru slightly turned his head.

The firelight reflected on the cool lines of his profile, making his golden eyes shine.

He tilted his gaze and said softly.

"Father, Mother hopes you can go back."

Toga snapped out of his daze, put the half of the Murakumo Fang back at his waist, and looked up at Sesshomaru.

He knew that his eldest son, whom he had defeated, had extended a final invitation to him.

The old man let out a soft sigh, offering no further explanation, only a smile spreading from the corners of his lips to the depths of his eyes, conveying a sense of relief.

"Sesshomaru, you've grown up now and you can take care of your mother."

Sesshomaru lowered his head slightly, like the highest snow-capped peak in a valley tilting slightly when the wind picks up, before returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

"Goodbye, Father."

With a light touch of the boot tip on the edge of the rock pillar, the figure soared into the air, the moon-white silhouette sweeping across the dark red sky, gradually disappearing into the direction of the hellish rift.

Touya stood there, watching the figure grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the horizon where clouds and firelight intertwined.

The hot wind from the lava surged up from his feet, making his clothes flutter loudly.

Having witnessed the thunderous roar throughout, I calmed my agitation and descended from the rocky ridge.

Looking at Touya's face—a face flickering in the firelight, displaying a complex expression he had never seen before.

"...Lord Touya, this is..." Lei Ming was unsure what to ask, or whether he should ask at all.

But looking at Touya's expression at that moment, he felt he should at least say something.

After a long while, Touya-o finally turned his gaze away from the distance.

He looked at Lei Shou, who had a beloved wife and children, and asked, "Lei Ming, tell me, what exactly are love and responsibility?"

Lei Ming looked at Douya Wang with a complicated expression and didn't say anything more, but he understood the other party's choice - the promise to go back together had probably become a pipe dream.

Between love and responsibility, Touya Wang spent his entire life making choices.

Choosing Izayoi means that I am destined to feel indebted to Lingyue Xianji and Sesshomaru.

Now, Sesshomaru has come to him with Lingyue's words, asking if he is willing to go back—which only means one thing: the debts that were once suspended and delayed have an opportunity to be slowly made up for.

However, neither Lingyue Xianji nor Sesshomaru ever needed anyone's protection.

Even without him, the mother and son still stand at the very top, like two mountains standing tall, unshaken no matter how the wind and snow rage.

What truly prevented him from taking that step was another direction.

A figure who had entered the cycle of reincarnation decades ago, a woman who, in human form, captured the heart of a great demon.

She had no demonic power, no longevity bloodline, and no resilience to contend with heaven and earth, yet she left an indelible warm mark on Touya's long and wonderful life.

Izayoi is still waiting for him in the cycle of reincarnation.

She wasn't waiting for a powerful monster to protect her, but for someone who had made a promise with her to keep a promise that had been far too late.

Please forgive me.

"Douya-o said in a low voice."

It was as if she was speaking to Sesshomaru who had gone far away, and also as if she was speaking to herself.

The wind surged from the ends of hell, carrying the scent of sulfur and ash, and dissipated the lingering sound.

Eastern Kingdom, Heavenly Palace atop the Clouds.

The sunset glow burned a poignant and beautiful light, spreading across the sky like torn red silk hanging down over the sea of ​​clouds.

Lingyue Xianji stood on the jade steps in front of the palace, her back to the sunset, facing Sesshomaru who had just returned and explained the situation.