Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Can I refuse?

Rinko nodded, following her habit.

When I came to my senses, a chilling aura rushed towards me.

Bingli wrapped her arms around her shoulders and neck, pulling her close.

The coolness of their skin touching made her shiver, and then she heard the Snow Woman's light and cheerful voice.

"Hehe—Let's work together for the Nura Clan!"

"what?"

Rinko cried out in her heart, "Boss, can you regret this?"

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The morning light of the second day was thinner than usual, as if it too was weary from the smell of alcohol from the previous night, lazily seeping in through the cracks in the paper door and spreading out several thin, warm-colored bands of light on the floor.

When Lingyue Fairy opened her eyes, she felt refreshed and her mind was clear.

The great demon's constitution has always been like this; no matter how strong the wine is, it only softens the moonlight a little. Once the morning light shines, even that lingering effect dissipates completely, leaving no aftereffects of a hangover.

'It's been so long since I've relaxed. Young girls are so energetic.' The beautiful woman turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on her side.

The bellflower and the maple slept on the side by the window, their postures perfectly proper.

The two sisters were lying on their sides, facing each other, their hair spread out on the pillows in two quiet, dark patches.

Sweet flag curled up in another corner, its body huddled together, its wolf tail dangling from the edge of the blankets, the tip slightly curled, as if it were hiding from some cool breeze even in its dreams.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth; she must have been dreaming of something wonderful.

When Jie Luo—the Fairy of Lingyue—saw her gaze fall upon her, she smiled, revealing her teeth.

The female monster was the most unrestrained. She had kicked most of the blanket down to her feet, revealing a section of her slender and smooth calves. Her arms were behind her head, and her neckline was wide open, revealing her private parts, yet she was completely unaware, sleeping soundly and peacefully.

The fairy maiden quietly admired the scene for a moment, her expression becoming increasingly cheerful.

Being with these children makes me feel a little younger.

'The only regret is that Sesshomaru kid; he's just like Inuyasha in every way.'

When a woman is a wife, she might wish her husband was surrounded by men.

When you become a mother, the situation is reversed; you can't wait to have multiple wives and children.

Is this a double standard?

No, it's just human nature.

Thinking this, Lingyue Fairy gently lifted the covers and slowly stood up.

The morning light slanted in from behind her, clearly outlining her long and slender figure from her shoulders and neck to her waist.

This delicate body, weathered by time yet untouched by it, glows with a warm, jade-like luster in the light, like an ancient porcelain piece washed by morning dew, translucent yet firm.

She didn't linger and picked up the scattered clothes one by one.

He fastened his waistband and casually gathered his hair, securing it with a hairpin—in just a few breaths, he transformed from the languid state of his morning self back into the composed and dignified Lord of the Cloud Peak.

Lingyue Fairy walked to the door, glanced back at the peacefully sleeping figures inside, and then pushed the door open.

A morning breeze drifted in from under the eaves, carrying the crisp scent of grass and dew, and gently ruffled a few stray hairs at her temples.

She stepped out, her toes lightly touching the wooden corridor, and her figure soared into the air, flying towards the heavenly palace in the clouds.

The wind whispered in her ears, blowing her clothes and hair behind her.

Thinking of the sleeping faces in that room just now, her thoughts settled down.

The Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top is empty anyway, so I might as well pack up the important things and move to the Ruri Shrine from now on.

I won't end up like a lonely old man, with no one around to talk to when I want to.

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In Dream City, after teaching until dawn, Kaguya, wearing only the Heavenly Feather Robe, collapsed limply after a deep squat.

"Miscellaneous fish."

Inuyasha snorted, looked at the unconscious celestial maiden demon, reached into her sweaty body, and picked her up.

After all, she was a woman deeply respected by her younger brother, so Gouzi wouldn't go too far and leave her like a corpse, ignored by everyone.

The next second, he teleported to Kaguya's mansion in Rashomon.

After tidying up the woman, Inuyasha glanced at the Ruri Shrine, guessing that if he went there now, he would probably be subjected to a joint trial by the three judges.

'Let's get down to business first.'

When Inuyasha flew over Shikoku, the sunlight was already completely bright, making the surface of the Seto Inland Sea shimmer with a golden glow.

He hovered in mid-air and raised his hand to summon the resounding cauldron from the void.

The furnace body is as heavy as a mountain, and its surface is brand new, no longer as dilapidated and old as before.

Under the pull of his source power, the Roaring Cauldron adjusted its angle and sank down into the earth veins below, which were not yet fully cleared.

After the ley lines adjustments in Kyushu and the western lands were completed, an invisible aura began to rise from the depths of the restored land.

Like moisture seeping from the soil after spring snow melts, it gathers along the earth's veins towards the "two capitals and one shrine" in the heart of the eastern country.

It gathers, concentrates, and circulates the invisible energy that gathers from all directions, forming a slowly flowing energy field in the sky above the heartland.

"This is the spiritual energy radiation zone."

Inuyasha thought of the Tono region in World 1—a place with frequent fog and rain, where demonic energy does not easily dissipate, naturally forming a fertile ground for demons to take root.

At this time, the energy field in the heart of the Eastern Kingdom, supported by the earth veins and the core, is almost identical to that of Tono in terms of effect, and is even more controllable, more stable, and has a stronger effect.

The silver-haired half-demon's mind was still involuntarily filled with the settings he had read in fantasy novels in his previous life—spirit gathering arrays, spiritual vein nodes, and blessed lands.

"They all lead to the same destination..."

Inuyasha stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It's not like we can't give it a try."

"I'll set a small goal for next year: to create a mini-world called Gensokyo."

Anticipation flickered in his eyes, "I just don't know who will be stronger when my Gensokyo meets the real Gensokyo."

Thinking this, the half-demon flipped his palm, and the Mirror of Time appeared in the void.

With one hand, he maintained the stabilization of the earth's veins by the clashing cauldron, while with the other hand, he channeled his source energy into the mirror, diverting his attention to connect with the auras scattered in the cracks of time and space.

To date, two alternate timelines have been identified.

In the world of Nurarihyon, the storyline has been thoroughly trampled by the iron hooves of the Eastern Kingdom, and all that remains is the methodical management and assimilation of the situation.

And the world of the failed knight.

Inuyasha temporarily put it in the "back garden" category.

In my spare time, I can go for a walk by myself to relax; there's no need to make a big fuss about it.

However, there are some things worth learning in that world.

Especially the two swords of the male protagonist, Kurogane Ikki—One Sword Shura and One Sword Rasetsu.

The method of compressing power to the extreme with a mortal body and burning it out in one breath in a desperate situation is very different from the existing cultivation system in the Eastern Kingdom, and it has its own sharp edge.

If one can understand the intricacies of this, one might be able to apply them to other situations and raise the ceiling of the Eastern Kingdom's combat power to another level.

Besides, there are quite a few beauties.

If the timeline you travel to is right, you can pick a few things that catch your eye and bring them back; that would make the trip worthwhile.

However, this time, Inuyasha didn't plan to go to the World of the Fallen.

He poured pure native demonic power into the Mirror of Time.

The mirror surface then rippled with light patterns unlike anything seen before, the ripples spreading out in layers, like a door being pushed open from the inside, slowly taking shape.

That was a fluctuation in another dimension of the Inuyasha timeline—belonging to the same world, yet branching out into different directions and lineages.

"The cauldron of the resonating bell can operate on its own for a short period of time, without the need to keep an eye on it all the time."

Inuyasha guided the earth veins back to their proper positions, feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations surging from the furnace gradually stabilize. He then straightened up, stretched his shoulders and neck, and his joints made soft, cracking sounds.

He glanced down at the slowly forming network of energy veins beneath his feet and let out a satisfied breath.

"After so many attempts, and with the Sacred Tree now under my control, it's time to make a trip."

Inuyasha stepped through the swaying light gate of the Mirror of Time.

The moment my feet touched the ground, the air around me suddenly changed texture.

The sound of the wind, the temperature, the angle of the sunlight, the smell of the soil and vegetation—all were completely different from everything I had experienced in Shikoku.

It's like stepping from one season into another, from one world into another similar yet different shell.

Inuyasha stopped in his tracks and looked around.

The area is surrounded by the courtyard of a shrine.

The stone steps, the water fountain, and the roof of the worship hall gleamed with the color of newly fired gray tiles under the sunlight, and the ground was covered with fine white sand.

Behind him, a familiar, enormous ancient tree rose from the ground, its canopy lush and verdant, its branches and leaves swaying gently in the wind, casting a large expanse of deep, cool shade.

"The sacred tree."

"Higurashi Shrine."

Inuyasha wasn't too surprised.

The courtyard was very quiet.

In the distance, the distant roar of passing cars and the noise of the city streets could be faintly heard.

He walked in the courtyard; his silver hair had long since faded, turning into jet black, gleaming softly in the afternoon sunlight.

His golden eyes also sank into a deep black—at this moment, he looked no different from an ordinary human boy.

The courtyard was very quiet.

His heart was quieter than the courtyard.

This tranquility is indescribable, like a spring breeze from who-knows-where that has soothed my heart, leaving me feeling ticklish yet comfortable.

As Inuyasha was walking, a voice came from his side, carrying the cheerful and carefree air characteristic of an older person.

"Hey young man, if you want to pay your respects, this way."

Inuyasha turned his head away.

In the corner of the courtyard, an old man dressed in a plain-colored shirt and with a white beard on his chin stood at the edge of the corridor, holding a bamboo broom. The sunlight fell on his gray hair, making him look gentle and spirited.

He stopped and turned towards the old man, his hands tucked into his sleeves. "Sir, is Kagome here? I need to speak with her."

The old man paused in his broom, looked him up and down as if trying to identify which family this unfamiliar young man came from, and then waved the broom again.

"Kagome, she's not home from school yet. What do you need her for?"

Inuyasha's lips curled into a smile, the spring breeze in his heart transforming into the chirping of cicadas, his whole being radiating excitement—no, it should be described as excited exhilaration.

If it had a tail, it would be able to whip around wildly.

He said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I am Inuyasha, and I have come here to marry Kagome."

The old man's hand, which was holding the broom, froze.

His gray eyebrows twitched in confusion at first, then suddenly furrowed, his once kind face turning completely different in an instant.

"what?!"

The old man held the broom horizontally in front of him, his imposing manner as if he were shooing away some blond-haired kid who had trespassed into the shrine. "You bastard—Kagome is only twelve years old! Get out of here!"

Inuyasha glanced at the broom that was being held up, its tip still covered with dead leaves and grit, and slightly tilted his head to dodge the first sweep.

He raised his hands in surrender, but his words showed no sign of backing down.

"Sir, please don't be angry."

"Twelve years old is the age of youth, the perfect time for love to blossom and for feelings to develop. I've come at just the right time."

"You arrogant brat! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Kagome's grandfather, his white eyebrows almost forming an inverted V, strode forward, his bamboo broom whistling through the air as he swung it towards Inuyasha.