Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Except for some carefree and innocent nature elves who can approach, the rest of the monsters basically become fertilizer for the flowers.

There was also a young Tengu who was ignorant of the immensity of the world and wanted to test the waters, but in the end not even a feather could float back.

Even if the elders of Tengu Mountain mentioned this matter, they would only shake their heads silently and strictly forbid the younger generations to approach.

Over time, the four words "sunflower field" became an unspoken taboo among Tengu.

If there are cubs crying at night, just saying "I'll throw you into the flower field if you make any more noise" can scare them into silence, and they will curl up in their beds and shiver.

"Are you talking about Kazami Yuuka? She is indeed very strong~"

Yakumo Yukari still looked relaxed and contented, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of the cup, a smile on her face.

Looking at her nonchalant expression, Iizuna Maru Ryuu naturally knew that the Lord of Four Seasons Flowers and the Monster Sage must have had dealings with each other before.

However, according to Yuuka Kazami's personality, she would not take the initiative to participate in other matters as long as it did not involve her beloved flower fields.

But in troubled times, who can guarantee that no one will be stupid enough to anger the Lord of Flowers if the war spreads to the flower fields?

Given Kazemi Yuuka's personality, I'm afraid the entire Shikoku will become a battlefield.

"It seems we need to arrange for someone to guard the sunflower field to prevent outsiders from approaching. Perhaps we can force the giant raccoon cat over there."

Iizuna Marulong's mind raced, and a gleam in his eyes indicated that he had already made a plan. He looked at Yakumo Yukari and continued.

"But the chaos in Kinki is still falling apart."

"The Iron Chicken Lady of the Fire Nation is still battling the human-faced poisonous dragon."

She picked up the teacup and put it down again, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes.

"Hadesmon boasts all day about absolute defense, while Tsuchigumo boasts about supreme brute force. These two old rivals have been battling for hundreds of years, but it seems like a stunt for others to see."

Having said that, Iizuna Marulong stared at Yakumo Yukari and spoke slowly.

"The most troublesome thing is the matter between the human emperor and the feathered fox. The thousand-year-old grudges and hatreds between the reincarnated monsters are endless and difficult to sort out."

"Not to mention those weirdos who popped up from nowhere, all trying to get a piece of the pie in this chaotic world."

Iizuna Maruryū changed the subject, "So, when will the Heaven's Murakumo Divine Sword that Your Excellency once mentioned be revealed, and what kind of chaos is it planning to stir up?"

Yakumo Yukari smiled without saying a word, and her riddle-like appearance made Iizuna Maru Ryu so angry that he wanted to jump up and punch her.

"Don't worry, let's have some tea together. We still have to attend Inu Taisho's wedding in a few days."

Yakumo Yukari said so.

Chapter 113: Twisted Dragon Monster

Above the vast sea and sky, the clouds are surging and the rays of light are flowing.

Douya glanced at Cuizi beside him and keenly noticed the slightly red tips of her ears and the tightly pursed lips.

He asked tentatively, "Cuizi, you are not angry, are you?"

"No!" Cui Zi turned her face away. The sea breeze lifted the strands of hair on her temples, but it couldn't hide the suspicious blush.

The power of the Dog General was still flowing in his body. When he had just joined forces to kill the Dragon Bone Spirit, the wonderful feeling of the two forces blending seamlessly was still in his mind.

Even though it was a semi-forced alliance, the witch did not feel any anger in her heart. Only a strange throbbing was running rampant in her chest.

"Are you really angry?" Douya leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

His telepathic power allowed him to see through the witch's thoughts, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised with pride.

"Did I say that?" Cuizi's voice suddenly rose, causing Douya to pout in grievance, "You yelled at me!"

"No! Yes!" Cui Zi gritted her teeth and said each word, her knuckles turned white, and the clouds under her feet were dispersed and gathered together by her stomping.

Just like a girl's heart, it always goes back and forth, making it hard to understand.

Seeing her embarrassed and annoyed look, Dou Ya did not continue to push his luck and stopped teasing her.

He flipped his wrist, and Tessaiga reflected a brilliant light in the sunlight, and the dragon pattern on the blade came to life.

"Your sword is broken. You'd better use mine first."

Cui Zi stared at the magic sword lying in front of her. Gorgeous dragon patterns were running across the blade. Even though the edge was hidden, she could still feel the dormant magic power within it.

She looked up at the calm-looking Inu Daisho with a suspicious expression.

"Don't worry, this time it's not a clone, it's just a pure demon sword."

Douya held the hilt of the knife toward her, a faint smile on his lips.

"You don't want to use those beautiful hands to beat someone up in the next fight, do you?"

Seeing Cui Zi still hesitating, he suddenly lowered his voice and added.

"Although... I'd really like to see the miko throw a punch. That must be a spectacular sight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tessaiga was snatched away. When Tsuiko turned around, her raised hair brushed against his nose, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.

"If you dare to take advantage of me again by transforming into a demon sword," Cuizi stroked the hilt with her fingertips, a cold light flashing in her eyes, "I will use this knife to shave your head."

Such a blatant and confident threat made Touga want to take Tessaiga back.

Tsuiko put the Tessaiga on her waist and looked at Touga, who was empty-handed. "What are you going to use?"

Douya grinned and grabbed in the air with his right hand.

In an instant, a soft white light flowed in his palm, and a snow-white sword with a blade wrapped in healing power slowly appeared.

"Don't worry, I still have a natural tooth that can heal everything."

He gently swung the blade, and dots of fluorescent light fell like stars.

"Although I can't kill people in the Yang world, I can still save the dying and heal the wounded."

Douya stroked the blade with his fingertips, his tone filled with pride, "I'm afraid there's no other sword like this in the world."

Cui Zi looked at the pure healing power, her expression changed slightly, and she thought of something.

"When we first met, you were the clone using this sword, right?"

"Ah."

Douya nodded calmly, "At that time, my attention was focused on dealing with the Dragon Bone Spirit. The one fighting you was indeed Tianshengya's clone."

"I put a lot of effort into this natural tooth."

The sea breeze blew by, ruffling the sleeves of the two men, and the sound of fighting suddenly became very light.

"After all, there are some things in this world that can only be saved."

Upon hearing this, Cui Zi's eyes immediately softened and the corners of her lips unconsciously raised a little.

"Since you can forge a sword specifically to save people, I will forgive your deception this time."

"Eh?" Douya suddenly approached, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Didn't someone just say 'no anger'?"

"you!"

Cui Zi's face flushed instantly, and she waved her wide sleeves, which turned into a green light and flew away into the air, leaving only a ripple that gradually faded away in the clouds.

Douya chuckled and turned into a stream of silver light, following closely behind.

The two of them flew through layers of clouds, one in front and the other behind, and met Zouzi above the Penglai barrier.

"Meow."

Mother Yun affectionately circled Cui Zi twice, and her fluffy tail gently brushed the hem of the witch's skirt.

It raised its furry head and rubbed Cui Zi's cheek with its warm nose.

At the same time, those ruby-like eyes blinked, signaling Cuizi to ride on her soft back like Zouzi did.

The golden sunlight penetrated the clouds, casting a soft glow on the two witches.

Cui Zi is as cool and clear as the bright moon, and Zou Zi is as gentle and soft as spring water. The breeze blows, ruffling the hair on their foreheads and temples, giving off a hazy beauty like white moonlight.

When Douya tried to get closer, Yunmu immediately pricked up his ears and cast a wary look.

The big monster could only whisper in dismay, "This little heartless guy."

"We are all monsters, why should monsters make things difficult for monsters?"

Facing Douya's inquiring gaze, Yunmu simply meowed proudly and flew away lightly with the priestesses on her back.

Wherever the four feet stepped, tiny sparks bloomed into red lotuses in the air.

Zouji covered her lips with a chuckle, and gently stroked Yunmu's neck hair with her fingertips, "It seems that even a certain famous monster is sometimes disliked."

Although Cui Zi didn't say anything, a faint smile flashed across her eyes. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the tassel of Tessaiga, and her red and white shrine maiden sleeves fluttered slightly in the wind.

When the three of them finished their inspection, the Penglai barrier was almost silent.

"The celestial being has not left the barrier, but I always feel that something is wrong."

As Zouzi spoke, he drew his longbow and an arrow with flowing spiritual light condensed from his fingertips.

The bowstring trembled slightly, and the arrow streaked across the sky like a meteor, going straight through the barrier.

"Om-"

The moment the arrow touched the barrier, ripples suddenly appeared on the invisible barrier, like a mirror lake being shattered by broken jade, and layers of ripples spread out in the void.

The ripples of spiritual power slowly spread in the void, reflecting the distorted scene inside the barrier - the Penglai fairyland that was originally shrouded in fairy air now showed a bit of decay.

The jade buildings are covered with dust, the sacred springs have dried up and turned into ravines, and even the ethereal fairy mist has been stained with a dirty dark color.

"This is...!"

Zouzi frowned, and the fingers on the bowstring began to condense the magic-breaking light, preparing to shoot again.

Cui Zi held her wrist and said softly, "Don't be impatient."

Her white fingertips pointed deep into the barrier, "Look at those shadows."

Amid the ruins of the dilapidated octagonal attic, a twisted black shadow was slowly wriggling.

That wasn't the pose a fairy should have—the sound of sticky scales peeling off could be faintly heard, as some creature somewhere between a snake and a dragon shed its old skin.

Broken debris rolled down as it moved, and each piece corroded a charred mark on the ground.

Mica tensed her body, raised her tails high like flames, and let out a low hum from deep in her throat.