Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

The man noticed her gaze, turned around and smiled at her with a raised eyebrow, his long silver hair flying in the night breeze, "Sister, every time you call, I rush to you like lightning."

"Stop talking so much."

Compared to the sexy clothes in Skynet space, Zi Yan's clothes in reality are more gorgeous and dignified.

At this moment, she was crossing her arms across her chest, watching the man finish his work in a blink of an eye, and gazing towards the gradually brightening sky in the east.

"Since you're here, why don't you take care of Fei Yaoge and Qilinmaru's army?"

Dou Ya just shook his head slightly, the dawn light reflected in his gilded pupils.

"That's something the military should worry about."

He withdrew his demonic power, and the nearly 100-meter-long Tree of Time was shrunk into a miniature tree an inch long, which he held in his arms.

His tone was calm but unquestionable, "If the king does everything himself, what use is there for the Grand Council?"

As he finished speaking, where the towering ancient tree had stood, there was now only a bottomless pit.

Zi Yan stretched lazily upon hearing this, and her wide cuffs slipped down, revealing an arm as white as jade.

She nonchalantly played with her falling hair, but her tone was sharp.

"The Grand Marshal personally led seven great demons into battle, four thousand Cang Ya soldiers lined up like a forest, and one thousand Yangzhou Shura soldiers were filled with murderous intent. Within three days, Dongzhou City had already hoisted our clan's flag."

"Then the troops split into two groups. One group headed north to the Sea of ​​Eternal Life to resist the army of flying demon moths."

"Another group headed straight for Huanglong, and just as they were about to attack the core base of Dongyun, they were blocked by Kirinmaru."

"Now that the war is at a stalemate, my king, are you really not anxious at all?"

"urgent?"

"Why the rush?"

Dou Ya smiled instead, his demonic eyes gleaming coldly in the morning light, his voice so calm it made one's heart flutter.

"Although the four thousand Cang Ya troops are made up of the old Asura troops, they are mixed with too many new bloods. The same is true for the Yangzhou Asura Army."

"Even with the support of the demon-patterned magatama, and a tacit coordination far superior to that of ordinary armies, jade cannot be made into a useful tool without being polished, and true gold can only be forged through fierce fire."

"After many bloody battles, our performance now is several times stronger than when we set out on the expedition."

Zi Yan's eyes moved slightly when she heard this.

She looked at the faint smoke of the battlefield in the distance and suddenly understood something.

This man never lets the war go on, but uses the most direct way to forge the sword of the royal court!

"Now that the Wang Ting family is large and powerful, with sufficient reserve forces, the threshold of the recruitment office is almost broken down by those little brats."

The third elder of the Dog Clan, who had witnessed the bloody battles between the Dog Clan and the Leopard Cat Clan since their rise from Yuanzhou, sighed as he recalled the shortage of soldiers and generals at that time.

"Training on the battlefield is fine, but we must be careful about the situation. If the enemy seizes our weakness, we can wipe them out..."

"There's no need to worry about that. The Grand Marshal knows his limits. The great monsters and holy swords in the royal court are not just for show."

Douya paused, and suddenly heard the Time Tree Spirit's plea for mercy.

Even the aura of the time and space elf Akuru appeared not far away.

This discovery made the corners of his mouth curl up slightly, and he sent a message to the big farmer Qingmei.

Zi Yan saw it all.

Looking at the man's calm demeanor, the last trace of worry in her heart disappeared.

She yawned, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Now that we're done, it's time to return to the royal court, right?"

"It's a good time to take a morning bath." The purple-haired lady winked at Douya, "Brother-kun, do you want to join us?"

"Definitely next time."

Facing the charming white eyes cast by Zi Yan, Dou Ya laughed and shook his head, then waved his hand and tore a dark blue space crack.

The two stepped in and in the blink of an eye they appeared on the bluestone slabs in the central courtyard of the castle tower.

In the courtyard where the morning dew had not yet dried, Mei was already waiting here. When she noticed the two people appear, her almond eyes lit up and she quickly walked towards them, lifting her skirt.

"Your Majesty, Sister Zi Yan."

"Sister Mei, let me see if it's getting bigger again~"

Zi Yan approached with a wicked smile, and the fierce words that came out of her lips made Mei blush and hide behind Dou Ya.

The women of the royal court would occasionally get together for a while, and it was common for them to soak in hot springs after drinking and eating.

Mei, who has a gentle personality, was targeted by the female hooligan Zi Yan. For a long time, she was too shy to see anyone.

Douya couldn't help but rub the top of Mei's head and said, "Don't be afraid. Try to surpass Zi Yan in the future so that she won't laugh at you."

But his help did not dampen the arrogance of the purple-haired lady.

Instead, it made her show off her proud curves even more arrogantly. Her voluptuous figure made Mei, who had the body of a normal girl, extremely envious.

Seeing this, Dou Ya didn't say anything else. He turned his palm over and held up the mini tree of time that was flowing with the power of time and space.

"Mei, I leave it to you."

"Yes!"

In his professional field, Mei immediately regained his confidence and swiftly took out a crystal-white jade hoe from his sleeve. The blade of the hoe had the patterns of a thousand-year-old sacred wood flowing on it.

She dug the spiritual cave in the center of the courtyard with familiarity, and each hoe strike accurately avoided the intertwined spiritual veins underground.

The spiritual energy of the beautiful mountains, rivers and waters in the world is just like that of people. Some have rich spiritual veins, so Dou Ya took some of it and placed it in the underground stalactite caves of the royal city.

The stalactite spirit pool at the deepest part was once drained dry by him during his cultivation.

Now it is overflowing with spiritual energy, and even crystal clear spiritual crystals have been condensed.

This shows that the spiritual energy underground is so rich that ordinary people may die suddenly from spiritual energy poisoning if they go in and breathe it in.

When the mini era tree was buried in the ground, a green light bloomed from the girl's fingertips.

The Tree of Ages recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its roots penetrated deep into the spiritual veins like silver snakes, and its crown spread out, scattering light all over the sky.

Zi Yan looked at this dreamy scene and leaned close to Dou Ya's ear, "Come to think of it... Mei-sister is so adorable when she's serious that it makes me want to bully her~"

Douya looked at Mei who froze for a moment, holding his forehead helplessly, "You..."

The towering ancient tree finally stopped growing. The power of time and space flowing through its branches and leaves blended perfectly with the spiritual energy of the royal court's earth veins, forming a circle of colorful light above the treetops.

"Success!"

Mei wiped the sweat from her forehead and when she turned around she bumped into Zi Yan's prepared embrace.

"Thank you for your hard work~"

Zi Yan smiled evilly and pinched her red cheeks. "As a reward, I'll take you to the hot springs, okay?"

"No, no need!"

Mei waved her hands in panic, and then heard Zi Yan whisper in her ear.

"The King is going too~"

"Hey, then, then..."

Mei clutched the corner of her clothes with her little hands, looked at Douya timidly, and lowered her head with a red face.

"Mei is also a little slut~"

Zi Yan smiled and picked up the girl horizontally, and leaped towards the hot spring amid Mei's exclamations.

"Wait, wait! Your Majesty, save—"

Mei's cries for help stopped abruptly.

Douya looked at the direction where the two disappeared, shook his head and laughed, but saw a fallen leaf of the Tree of Time floating into his palm, and the whisper of the Tree of Time spirit came from the veins of the leaf.

Chapter 228 Battle of the North Sea

North of Yunzhou is the Sea of ​​Eternal Life.

The scorching sun of midsummer hung high in the sky, and the scorching white sunlight poured down like molten gold, burning the entire sea into a boundless silver mirror.

The surface of the sea was covered with a dazzling halo, without a single ripple, as if even the waves were frozen by the condensed fighting spirit and murderous aura in the air.

The towering Iron Fang battleship, as majestic as a mountain, stands out from the sea. The ship's hull, made of black iron, glows coldly under the scorching sun, and every deck is engraved with spiritual patterns and magic arrays.

The red flag with golden patterns of the Cangya Army and the ink-black battle flag of the Shura Army fluttered wildly in the oncoming sea breeze.

Each flag was stained with undried blood, emitting a strong smell of rust in the wind, telling of the brutal fighting.

On the deck, battle-hardened warriors—dog demons, vampires, tengu, and orcs—stood like statues.

Their armor was covered with scars of varying depths, and blood slowly dripped along the lines of the armor, creating wisps of blood mist on the scorching deck.

Each pair of eyes was as sharp as an eagle's, staring at the distant horizon, and veins bulged on the backs of their hands gripping their weapons.

Nura Taroko, the governor of Yangzhou, stood proudly at the bow of the ship, his long golden-black hair flying in the wind.

He placed one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his golden eyes shining brightly, and his every move exuded the majesty of a great commander.

The commander of the Yangzhou army, who led a thousand Shura soldiers, transformed into a middle-aged uncle named Yatagarasu, standing with his hands behind his back, his cloak surging like a wave of blood.

The third eye on the forehead occasionally flashes a sharp golden light, as if it can see through people's hearts.

Qi Tian, ​​a member of the Grand Council, held a magic sword in his hand, and two thousand Cang Ya soldiers lined up behind him like a forest, breathing in unison. The murderous aura soared into the sky, even the sea breeze was stagnant.

On the right side of the battleship, the sea was surging.

The mermaid queen Jing Xi Qianji emerged from the blue waves. Her silver-blue scales shone brightly in the sunlight, and each scale sparkled like a gem. Her slender tail swayed gently, bringing up a string of crystal water droplets.

Five hundred mermaid dragon riders rode out of the waves on ferocious sea beasts.

The sea beast's sharp teeth gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and it let out a low roar.

The guardian, Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis, holds a coral staff and is surrounded by dark blue water patterns.

The usually gentle face now turned into a solemn and stern look.

Wang Ting was staring into the distance.

At the end of the horizon, a huge dark shadow was slowly rolling across the sky.