Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"Now that the Penglai Island matter has been dealt with, if you have nothing else to do, you should go out less and focus on preparing for the wedding."

After the Dog King finished the wine in the cup, he spoke slowly, then left the mansion and returned to the castle tower.

The night wind was cool. Douya stood in the courtyard, looking at the Dog King's departing back, and subconsciously lowered his head to sniff his sleeve.

——The elegant lotus fragrance mixed with the unique incense scent of a certain sachet is exactly the fragrance of the two Penglai witches.

"Tsk, you were careless."

“I still lack experience.”

He rubbed his high nose bridge with his bony fingers, annoyance flashing across his pupils. "Our dog demons have really good noses."

Fortunately, Ling Yue is currently waiting to be married, and according to the rules, she is not allowed to meet him before the wedding.

Otherwise, with her keen sense, she would have come to the door with a knife in hand.

"It seems I have to take a bath before coming back next time..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of wooden clogs tapping on stone slabs behind him.

A maid dressed in dark Wu clothing was kneeling in the shadow of the corridor.

"General, the hot water in the soup hall is ready." The waitress bowed her head respectfully and reported.

Douya raised his eyebrows slightly, "...I haven't given you any orders yet, right?"

The attendant lowered his head even lower, his raven-feather black hair obscuring his expression. "Lord Dog King specifically instructed me to do this before he left."

Douya was speechless, his gilded eyes looking towards the direction of the castle tower.

The night wind blew up his long silver hair, and a few cherry petals fell on his shoulder armor.

——This old man even paved the steps for him neatly.

The steaming hot air filled the room, and the hazy mist floated like a veil.

Dou Ya took off his clothes and immersed his tall and slender figure into the hot spring pool. The warm water immediately flowed over his strong waist and abdomen.

He leaned his head back against the bluestone by the pool, his long silver hair spreading in the water like flowing moonlight.

Drops of water slid down his jaw and dripped into the hollow of his collarbone.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, his golden eyes half closed, his expression lazy and relaxed.

The candlelight by the pool illuminated his well-defined profile, casting a swaying shadow on the wall.

"Wow--"

He scooped up a handful of water and poured it over his shoulders, and the water flowed down along the lines of his muscles.

The fragrance of Penglai Island has long been evaporated by the heat of the hot springs, leaving only the crisp smell of sulfur lingering at the tip of the nose.

Outside the window, the night wind blew through the bamboo forest, and the rustling sound was intertwined with the slight ripples of the pool water.

Dou Ya closed his eyes and rested, allowing the heat to penetrate his muscles and bones, dispelling the fatigue of the battle.

——It seems that although the father-in-law is harsh in words, he knows how to make his future son-in-law "turn over a new leaf".

I was probably a habitual lover in the past, but I don’t know why I was so deeply in love.

Douya chuckled, raised his hand to take the wine jug by the pool, and drank it all.

As the sake enters my throat, warmth spreads from the inside out.

"I'm getting married to Lingyue in four days. During this time... just be quiet."

After all, he didn't want to really make his fiancée angry on the eve of the wedding.

After bathing, Dou Ya sat at the desk in the study wearing a loose black robe.

The undried silver hair fell on his shoulders, leaving several dark water marks on the rice paper.

He picked up the wolf hair brush, dipped the tip of the brush into the inkstone, and began to carefully sort out the gains from his trip to Penglai Island on the rice paper.

When he first arrived on the island, he met Zoeko, who had great potential and was about to become a high priestess.

The spiritual energy surrounding her was so pure that it was not tainted by any dust, reflecting people's hearts like a mirror.

With such talent, she will surely become a great witch in the future and is one of Douya's focus.

Later, in the Village of Half-Demons, he saw many beautiful demon women who fell in love with humans and traveled across the ocean to Penglai Island.

Among them, the monster who can predict the future is Hong, the village chief of Hanyou no Sato. This extremely rare ability makes Toga have different ideas about her.

"The ability to predict the future is of self-evident importance to the development of a clan."

The wolf hair brush in his hand paused slightly on the paper, and the ink spread out.

Douya had no intention of destroying the image he had established in the minds of the two shrine maidens.

On the contrary, he was happy to see Hong continue to lead the half-demon village, take root in the country of Senluo, and become the best example of the combination of humans and monsters.

With Hong's ability to predict the future, Touga doesn't have to worry about the Half-Demon Village being destroyed at some unexpected moment.

As for how to use this ability for his own benefit... Douya raised the corner of his lips slightly, changed the pen stroke, and already had an idea in his mind.

The battle against the Dragon Bone Spirit alongside Cuizi not only deepened their mutual trust, but also allowed Douya to glimpse the inner turmoil of this legendary witch.

Her tenacity, purity, and compassion for all things in the world flowed into his consciousness like a clear spring.

And this bond quietly turned into strength - the witch's power of purification and demon-breaking merged into his demonic power.

This causes Tensugaya and Tessaiga to transform in resonance, giving birth to a new fusion form - Tensugaya!

The pen moves like a dragon, and the three words are so powerful that they can be seen through the back of the paper.

The character "天" is as clear and elegant as clouds, inheriting Tianshengya's compassionate creative power.

The word "prison" is as sharp as a blade, continuing Tessaiga's domineering and destructive power.

A heaven, a hell.

The cycle of life and death all depends on the blade.

Douya stroked the scabbards of the two Fang Swords with his fingertips, feeling the surging resonance within them.

Tianyuya is not a simple fusion of two swords, but a supreme balance achieved by the coordination of two completely opposite forces through the purification power of the witch.

Healing and destruction, creation and destruction, the originally contradictory laws, now converge like yin and yang, flowing in his palms.

It prompts the demonic power in the body to evolve and transform into a deeper level.

Dou Ya stared at the Senluo demonic power lingering in his palm. The originally pure demonic energy had quietly transformed at this moment, and there was a faint trace of the clear power of breaking the devil flowing through it.

However, this spiritual power from Cui Zi is ultimately contrary to the essence of the existence of monsters.

Even at his current level, it is difficult to fully integrate it into the evolution of the Way of Senluo.

"It seems I need to spend more time with the miko to fully comprehend the profoundness of spiritual power."

Douya raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the window lattice, as if looking in the direction of the witch.

"It seems that 'communication' with Cuizi... needs to be more frequent."

"This is for work, for the future of the Canine Clan, and it's a responsibility that a clan leader cannot shirk."

"Lingyue, please forgive me again."

"The Canine Tribe needs this power."

Dou Ya sighed softly, then turned his pen, and the ink was as sharp as thunder.

The fall of the Dragon Bone Spirit was not only a victory, but also a plunder.

Douya devoured the essence of the ancient dragon demon and took all of his power - the shape of flowing water, the erosion of Yin thunder, and the burning of Netherfire - for his own use, and his realm rose again.

However, this corpse dragon was just an appetizer before the feast. The real feast was the Devouring Dragon Monster that had transformed from the corpse of the Four Fighting Gods, Long Luo.

It abandoned the flashy sorcery and refined the way of devouring into something pure and brutal.

Unlike Douya's own "plundering" devouring, this irrational dragon monster took "consumption" devouring to the extreme -

It is not a simple seizure, but a thorough decomposition of all swallowed things into the purest spiritual factors, and then digested them all!

Simple yet domineering!

When Dou Ya tore open its flesh and blood, devoured its essence, and integrated the extremely pure power of digestion and devouring into his own body.

He finally understood what it meant to devour.

Plunder is the teeth, digestion is the stomach, and the true way of devouring is—

It is absolute possession without leaving any residue!

The replenishment of strength undoubtedly allowed Douya to take one step further on the stone steps formed by the four great monsters, namely, Okinakata, Daigyouzhu, Longgujing and Longguai.

Afterwards, he completely devoured the spiritual energy of the entire Penglai Island's earth veins, and the demonic power in his body reached the critical point of the current level.

He stroked the Tessaiga and Tenseiga at his waist, and looked out at the vast world—

Who else is worthy of allowing these two demon swords to merge and unsheathe again?

After pondering this, Douya closed his eyes and concentrated, his consciousness sinking into the devouring space constructed by his own devouring power.

In this void, the vast demonic power was like a galaxy hanging upside down, transforming into a huge dark vortex.

The vortex grinds the things it swallows with overwhelming force until they turn into the most primitive essence of demonic power.

At this moment, in the center of this chaos, the Mingdong Cauldron, the treasure of Penglai Island, is floating.

This divine artifact, which is said to be able to melt everything, floats up and down in the vortex of demonic power.

Its flowing red-gold light entangled with the surrounding dark demonic power, forming a subtle yin-yang balance.

Dou Ya could clearly feel that the refining power contained in this ancient artifact and his own demonic power, although they were different in path, had the same goal.

"The Roaring Cauldron might be a replica of the Demon Refining Pot, one of the Ten Divine Artifacts."

Dou Ya's thoughts wandered in the roaring cauldron, and he saw an endless sea of ​​fire surging, and the fierce refining power burned everything into nothingness.

The flames were dark gold in color, and each flame contained enough power to melt mountains, but it always carried a bit of violent energy.

It seems to only know how to destroy and purify, but lacks the mystery of turning decay into magic.

"It's just a replica after all. It only has the form of a refined demon, but it lacks its spirit."

He thought to himself.