Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Inuyasha, holding Kagome's hand, quietly pushed open the door. Before he could even take off his shoes, he saw the living room door being pulled open.

Kagome's mother, who hadn't slept all day, came out wearing a light coat.

She caught a whiff of alcohol emanating from Inuyasha and became somewhat angry. "You child, are you even old enough to drink?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Inuyasha glanced at Kagome beside him, giving her a look that seemed to say, "Say a few words for me."

Kagome changed into indoor slippers in the entryway and glanced back at the silver-haired half-demon.

Scenes from the banquet flashed through his mind—women of different temperaments and outstanding appearances approaching him one by one with wine cups, smiling and raising their glasses to him, some even standing beside him for a few more moments.

She was sitting at her seat with her juice, and could see everything clearly.

'Serves you right.'

Thinking of this, Kagome gave a soft hum, turned her head away, and slid up the stairs in her slippers.

'My girlfriend is angry, and the women in my family are probably angry too, especially my mother-in-law…'

'Ugh, this is tough!'

Inuyasha watched Kagome go upstairs. Kagome's mother said, "What are you still looking at? Come with me quickly," and pulled him into the living room. A moment later, she brought out a cup of hangover tea and handed it to him.

"The old man drank quite a bit of alcohol today. This is hangover tea. Please finish it."

Inuyasha took the tea, sipped it slowly, and looked miserable.

Kagome's mother sat down opposite him and began to reprimand him point by point: "You're too young to drink," "Drinking is bad for your health," "You're taking Kagome out, you can't lead her astray"—her tone was gentle, yet it carried a persistent and irrefutable quality, like a spring drizzle.

Inuyasha didn't say a word in response, listening obediently, occasionally nodding, and occasionally replying, "Auntie is right."

Only after the hangover tea was finished did Kagome's mother stop talking, nod in satisfaction, stand up, and wave to him.

"Alright, be careful on your way back."

"Goodnight, Auntie. I'll come see Kagome again in a few days."

Inuyasha put down his cup, stood up, bowed slightly to her, and turned to leave.

He didn't rush back to Dongguo. He glanced back at the head that had suddenly shrunk into the lit window on the second floor and chuckled softly.

Upstairs, Kagome scrambled behind the curtains, leaning against the wall, her heart pounding like a drum. "He saw us?!"

Frustrated, she lay on the bed, rolled over, and rolled over again.

Finally, he buried his face in the pillow and let out a muffled groan.

"Damn it...he'll definitely think I like him!"

"But I... but I... it seems like I really... what should I do!"

The voice was muffled and aggrieved, pressed against the pillow, carrying a bittersweet feeling unique to this age, like the unripe sweetness of fruit.

The tiny feet kicked lightly twice behind her, as if expressing dissatisfaction to someone.

When Inuyasha returned to Ruri Shrine, most of the lights in the main hall's backyard were off, leaving only a few paper lanterns still lit under the eaves.

The official New Year's Eve celebrations in Dongguo end at midnight, and the remaining gatherings are organized by small groups.

'Who should I hug tonight...? Hmm? What's this?'

He walked a few steps down the corridor and suddenly realized something.

A faint spiritual energy fluctuation lingered in the air, intertwined with several different auras, so familiar that he paused in his steps.

He walked to the familiar paper door, reached out and gently pushed it, but the door didn't budge.

As his fingertips touched the edge of the door frame, a transparent barrier silently lit up for a moment, like a thin but resilient curtain of water, gently repelling his fingers.

Inuyasha looked down at his fingertips, then looked up at the fleeting barrier pattern, and sighed softly.

"Seriously? You're being so heartless to me? Can't you trust me a little?"

He shook his head, turned and walked towards the other rooms. Sure enough, his wives had united and chosen to sleep together on the floor tonight.

"The world is going to the dogs, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. What happened to the feudal society we were promised?"

Inuyasha thought of the other women, but still didn't have the courage to commit the crime against them, and dejectedly walked towards his room.

When he pushed open the door to his room, he expected to see empty bedding and a cold moonlight—but the moment his gaze fell inside, he stopped in his tracks.

A figure knelt on the bedding, its outline clearly visible in the dim light of the lamp.

Her long, black hair fell smoothly to her waist; it was thick and voluminous. Beneath her neat bangs was a pale, cold face.

His eyes were long and narrow, with deep black pupils.

She wore a long-sleeved black sailor uniform with the collar neatly tied. The matching pleated skirt spread out as she knelt, revealing her legs, encased in black stockings, with slender, clean lines visible at the hem.

She was like a piece of cold jade lying on a dark cloth, mysterious and aloof, kneeling there quietly as if she had been waiting for him for a long time.

Inuyasha stood at the door, looking the woman's delicate body up and down. Suddenly, he remembered the mysterious black priestess who had been keeping quiet lately, saying she would give him a New Year's gift. His heart fluttered, and he closed the door behind him.

He didn't go looking for it; it came to him on its own.

"Are you Hagoromo Gitsune?"

The half-demon sat cross-legged in front of her, his gaze fixed on her lowered eyes.

"To be precise, it is a new youkai that combines the elements of Yamabuki Otome and Hagoromo Gitsune."

Hagoromo Gitsune raised her eyes, her black pupils gleaming faintly in the lamplight. Then, she touched the ground in front of her knees with her straight fingers, and slowly bent down, assuming the posture of a dogeza (a form of prostration).

"Lord Tsubaki said that I would offer myself to you as a New Year's gift."

Inuyasha reached out and lifted her chin, gazing at her cold and stunningly beautiful face. "Don't you feel angry? Are you willing to accept this?"

Hagoromo Gitsune's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint trace of sorrow flashed across her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it with determination. "In the past, I made many mistakes. Now, I only want to protect the world that humans and yokai share."

"The most direct way to accomplish this is to become your woman."

So you're saying this is a transaction?

Inuyasha's thumb rubbed against the edge of her chin. "But I like it."

He released her hand, sat back a little straighter, and looked at her eyes, which were gradually brightening. "Then use your skills as a woman to please me as much as you can."

A beautiful woman in pure black, a captivating smile playing on her lips, nine snow-white tails curling up from behind her.

Question King Zhou, understand King Zhou, become King Zhou, surpass King Zhou.

It's so beautiful, I lingered there, reluctant to leave.

Chapter 99 The Birth of Kanna and Kagura

Three years passed like flowing water, the calendar turned page after page, and when the afterglow of the New Year faded, it was already the early spring of the sixteenth year of the Eastern Kingdom.

The rebuilt Naraku Laboratory is located deep within a barrier in the mountains behind the Ruri Shrine. Its four walls are made of dark blue-black boulders, with layers of magic array patterns on the surface, which gleam with a dark luster under the dim light.

In this laboratory filled with both filth and holiness, the black witch Chun squatted in the corner, her fingertips twirling a slender bone pen, slowly tracing the array patterns.

Not far from her, Shen Jiuye's hands hovered above the mirror, spiritual energy flowing along the surface, connecting the last few connecting lines to the formation in the corner of the wall one by one.

One of them is a master of curses, and the other is a master of Yin-Yang arts; they each have their own roles.

An occasional exchange of glances is enough to know how far the other person is progressing.

In this dark and secluded room, their affection, under the "strong" encouragement of someone, had grown to the point of being like sisters.

In the very center of the room, above the center of the magic circle, was the black egg that Naraku had transformed into.

The eggshell was covered with incantations, and you could vaguely see something wriggling and churning inside, like a chaotic mass compressed to its limit that continued to struggle even after being sealed away.

Inuyasha held a bone pen, just like the one Tsubaki used, in his right hand, the tip of which was dipped in dark red liquid.

This is ink made by grinding blood jewels into powder and mixing it with water that has been soaked in the Shikon Jewel.

He wrote with a steady hand, each stroke executed without hesitation. As the tip of his brush touched the eggshell, dark red lines spread out along the stroke.

It interlocks and nests with the previously carved seals, eventually sinking deep into the eggshell.

Just as previously confirmed, Naraku himself is a huge treasure.

As for how to apply it reasonably and make the greatest use of it, we have to think about its essence. So, what is the essence of Naraku?

This "half-demon," formed by the fusion of the thief Onigumo and countless monsters, is truly terrifying not because of its power, but because of the evolution born from its insatiable desires.

Naraku despises humanity's "weakness," yet he yearns for the "completeness" of the Shikon Jewel.

He uses the Shikon Jewel to constantly remove and separate those parts that are considered "impurities" (such as the human heart and useless emotions), attempting to approach a kind of nihilistic "pure evil" through division.

Kagura, Goshinki, Moryomaru, Musou, Akago, Hakuyo...

These clones are Naraku shaping the parts of himself that he dared not face or could not digest into independent individuals.

Let them rebel, struggle, betray, or return to themselves in the world, and ultimately observe their fate to see their true nature.

Ironically, Naraku's painstaking planning and tireless efforts ultimately amounted to nothing more than a bandit's lust for the priestess who saved him, driven by the instinct for procreation, before his death.

At this moment, Chun straightened up, put down the bone pen, checked it one last time, and then nodded in satisfaction.

She turned her head to look in Inuyasha's direction, and seeing him putting down his brush and backing away, she asked, "How was it?"

“We still need the final seal.” Inuyasha put the bone pen back on the table, stretched his wrist, and looked at the black egg that was almost completely covered by the cursed seal. “Once your formation is set up, we can begin.”

Kaguya stood up, walked to Inuyasha's side, and looked at Naraku's black egg. "This thing is truly a perfect masterpiece."

"It took us two years to train her, after all." Inuyasha turned his head to look at her. "It can't be imperfect."

Chun finished tidying up the bone pen and leftover materials and came over. She examined the patterns forming on the black egg and said, "The blood jade is ready. As long as the magic array is perfected, it can be activated at any time."

Inuyasha nodded slightly.

During those three years, he never stopped moving around except to spend time with the girls.

The work of sorting out the earth's veins has been completed—from east to west, from north to south, the land of the Eastern Kingdom is connected by an invisible network.

Like the roots of a giant tree tightly gripping the entire soil in its palm, forming a unified whole.

The space behind the Wind Cave was subsequently chosen as the foundation for Gensokyo.

But in a world of nothingness, when Inuyasha actually tried to create a real little world, he realized how difficult it was, and even felt that it was something that could not be created at his current level of cultivation.

Above the four realms of cultivation—basic Starfire Body Refinement, intermediate Moon Essence Qi Condensation, advanced Sun Wheel Celestial Phenomenon, and top-level Divine Transformation Celestial Venerable—there should be a fifth realm where one masters the laws of realms.

The distance between them and Inuyasha at present is so great that it's not even in the same league, and it's not a level that can be reached in a few years or decades.

Not only could he not do it, but Sesshomaru couldn't either; the upper limit of this world was the level of a Nascent Soul Celestial Venerable.

Without the "All Heavens Are Mine" principle, transcending the limits of a world would be no less difficult than a mortal achieving enlightenment and ascending to heaven in a single day.

Therefore, having failed to find a suitable candidate, Inuyasha turned his attention to Naraku.

After leaving this guy unattended for so many years, it's time to strip him of all his consciousness, turning him into an empty shell devoid of emotions and desires.

Without the conscious resistance, it is easier to refine it into a magical artifact.

If the products of the process of stripping away consciousness can successfully give birth to Kanna and Kagura, he will gladly accept them.

"Prepare to activate the magic circle!"

Inuyasha made up his mind, and half an hour later, Tsubaki and Kagami Kuya were ready.

The moment the formation was activated, light burst forth from the patterns on the ground.

Like a pool of still water ignited, streams of light in shades of deep blue, crimson, and dark gold intertwined and climbed layer by layer along the trajectory of the magic array, eventually converging into a pillar of light as thick as a person's embrace, which pierced straight into the black egg suspended in mid-air.

Inuyasha sat cross-legged in front of the magic circle.

Azure flames of Kagutsuchi ignited around him as he raised his hand and pressed it forward.

The azure flame detached from Inuyasha's body, transforming into a thin stream of fire that followed the direction of the pillar of light into the black egg. It seeped deep into the eggshell along the patterns of the cursed seal, reaching the core of Naraku's body, which was sealed layer by layer.

The moment it touched Naraku's soul, it exploded into a dazzling sea of ​​fire, turning from azure to crimson, like a branding iron plunged into deep water.

Flames spread along the boundaries of the soul space, illuminating the originally dark and chaotic area inch by inch from within.

Naraku's soul space is so vast that it doesn't seem like a place for just one person.

It was a void filled with countless overlapping fragments of consciousness.

The sky hung low, and the ground was an endless dark wasteland. Thick resentment and hissing filled the air—the lingering will of the demons who had been devoured by Naraku but had never truly perished.

Inuyasha has been feeding Naraku with demon corpses and vengeful spirits over the years, using him as an insatiable furnace.