Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Wait until it "grows" to its limit——

It's harvest time!

Forcibly tear apart his soul, peel off and solidify his clone!

Then, the cycle repeats itself.

Feed, expand, divide...

Refeed, re-expand, re-divide...

On this millstone made of flesh, blood and despair, there is an endless cycle of reincarnation!

With his thoughts made up, Douya slightly opened his five fingers, and the demonic power flowed out from between his fingers like a thread, like the most precise blade, slashing towards Naraku.

He skillfully split Naraku's flesh into dozens of small balls. In the blink of an eye——

The still squirming and foul-smelling "meat ball" of Naraku's origin was like soft wax thrown into an invisible furnace, and was cut and melted in an instant!

It was torn into dozens of constantly wriggling filthy tumors of various sizes!

The main flesh mass will retain its soul and will be placed in the prison of the Royal City Correctional Department.

The remaining divided secondary sarcomas will be dispersed to prefectures, cities and counties to devour the "food".

When the meat ball continues to grow, it will be time to harvest the fission again!

Following the example of the original body, they were forcibly cut and separated to fill the prison quota of the next level of punishment institution!

A bottom-up, coldly operated flesh and blood cultivation chain has been formed!

From the county to the prefecture, from the prefecture to the state - every level of the disciplinary department has become a melting pot for forging new "meat balls"!

Finally, the disciplinary officers under the governors of each state will gather the most valuable "finished products" cultivated at this level and transport them to the core of the royal city, where they will undergo final refining and sublimation in the ultimate eternal black prison!

after all……

Dou Ya picked up a wisp of the scattered filthy miasma, letting it struggle and die between his fingers like a maggot, and then he pinched it out with a snap.

The clones that Naraku created each have their own unique abilities, and may bring him unexpected surprises in the future.

"Lord Douya King..."

Douya's golden eyes tilted slightly, his gaze landing on Kagura who had spoken, and he said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't forget what I promised you."

As he spoke, he took out something from nothingness—

A crystal clear glass heart with an icy blue sheen!

Douya didn't say much, but just raised his wrist slightly, and the glass heart carrying Shenwu's life was like being pulled by an invisible thread and fell into Kagura's palm, which was slightly curled up with excitement and had been waiting for a long time.

"There is no need to elaborate on the words of gratitude."

Douya's voice was like the sound of a distant mountain bell, steady and distant. "Now, do what you should do."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his robe sleeve lightly, his movement as casual as brushing off a speck of dust.

Just as Kagura was about to kneel down and pour out his heartfelt words, he noticed light and shadows flashing before his eyes, and the space was rippling and distorting like water waves!

In a trance, the soft touch of the clouds under my feet disappeared, replaced by the solid and slightly cool earth!

She swayed slightly and subconsciously stood firm.

When I looked up again——

The sky is high and the clouds are rolling.

The auspicious cloud carrying Dou Ya Wang and his entourage had long since turned into a distant, faint shadow in the sky.

"Lord Douya King..."

Kagura murmured softly towards the distant cloud shadow.

She did not kneel again, but simply put the glass heart with a faint icy light in her palm into the deep of her clothes close to her heart, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Kagura slowly and deeply bent down and made an extremely solemn bow towards the cloud shadow in the sky that carried guidance and gifts.

At the same time, Cui Zi's words, like clear springs, were like seeds carried by the wind, quietly taking root and sprouting deep in her heart.

When she stood up again, the last trace of confusion and dependence in her eyes had faded away, replaced by a kind of determination that was almost crystal clear and had emerged from the cocoon!

The decision has been made, no more hesitation.

She raised her hand and gently picked up a seemingly ordinary feather from her inky hair.

The fingertips loosened slightly, and the feather did not fall. Instead, it grew taller in the wind the moment it left the hand!

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a flying feather boat with flowing green wind patterns and inner brilliance!

Kagura tapped her toes lightly, her body as light as a swallow, and landed steadily on the wind boat.

"Let's go." She whispered, her voice clear and with unprecedented power.

The next moment——

The wind boat trembled slightly, carrying Kagura's figure who felt much more relaxed, and took off with the wind, speeding towards the distant place where Shenwu was!

"Just like that...let her go?"

Sensing that Kagura was riding on the wind, Ling Yue raised her eyes and glanced at Douya, her tone somewhat surprised.

Douya met his wife's scrutinizing gaze, his face expressionless as he simply replied, "What else?"

However, a thought that only Ling Yue could sense, with a scorching temperature and a dangerous aura, instantly entangled her consciousness like an invisible chain.

"You bitch who dared to go up the roof and tear the tiles off if you didn't get a beating for three days... just wait for me! When night comes... I will make you pay!"

This straightforward and possessive "threat" caused two barely noticeable blushes to appear on Ling Yue's snow-white cheeks, just like the morning glow reflected on snow.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and she glared at Dou Ya fiercely, as if she was both angry and ashamed, and her eyes seemed to say - you dare!

In order to cover up this momentary loss of composure, Lingyue stretched out her slender hand, and with lightning speed, she directly snatched Seshomaru's soft little body from Abi's arms!

"Woo--!" The little Abhi's arms suddenly felt empty, and his little mouth immediately pouted as if it could hang an oil bottle. His big watery eyes were instantly filled with mist of grievance, and he looked at his "tyrannical" mother in an accusing manner.

Ling Yue, however, acted as if she didn't see it, and just lowered her eyes to look at her young son who was now at peace in her arms.

The corners of his tightly pursed lips couldn't help but curl up, revealing a vicious smile that looked like he was bullying a child.

Cui Zi, who was speechless about Ling Yue, turned to look at Dou Ya who was rubbing something with his hands and asked curiously.

"What are you doing?"

The previous meat ball had been thrown into the Senluo space by Douya, and he was seen playing with a small ball of filthy flesh and blood taken from the origin of Naraku in his palm.

The mass of flesh and blood between his fingers was like living mud, being pulled, stretched, and shaped by an invisible force.

The movements are smooth and the posture is calm, just like the skilled noodle-making masters in the market kneading dough.

He stretched out his five fingers, gently shook the film of flesh and blood that had been stretched to be almost transparent, and then threw it casually towards the clear sky like a child throwing a kite.

The thrown-out flesh and blood film swelled in the wind, and quickly spread, expanded, and solidified like ink dropped into clear water!

In the blink of an eye, a "Naraku clone" that was exactly the same as Naraku's original body, even the sinister eyes and the foul miasma surrounding the body were perfectly replicated, and it was floating in front of everyone vividly!

Douya looked at his "work" and nodded with slight satisfaction.

"That brat Inuyasha, isn't he obsessed with killing Naraku himself to end their feud? Perfect, give him a 'Naraku' and let him sever this obsession with his own hands."

"Besides, the Seshomaru of this world...although sharp and shrewd, he still needs a true whetstone to sharpen his edge."

"This turbulent storm stirred up by Naraku, the stage paved with conspiracy and blood... will continue to be led by this 'chess piece'."

Chapter 237 Disturbance

Touga cut a part of Naraku's true consciousness into his clone.

Treat the conspirator in his own way and let him enjoy the end of his own stage performance.

At the same time, after imprinting the clone's thoughts, Dou Ya waved his hands as if to drive away mosquitoes and flies.

"Just go."

The clone seemed to be whipped by an invisible whip. His body swayed, and he disappeared into the sky, carrying with him the miasma that had not yet dissipated.

"Ah."

A light sigh full of laziness and disdain floated towards me.

"Is it worth your bother to think about a small-time bandit who has already become a nobody and cannot even be on the stage?"

Ling Yue didn't even lift her eyelids, as if what had just flown away was just an annoying fly.

She covered her mouth gracefully and yawned an exquisite yet boring yawn, her sidelong glance filled with boredom.

"If we really want to sharpen those two guys, wouldn't it be more convenient to just throw them into the Shura Field of the Eastern Expedition Army and let them roll around for a few times?"

Douya slowly shook his head, "They don't belong to our world. Just let them live peacefully in this world."

"Where are we going next?" Cui Zi's gentle voice sounded.

At this moment, the sun is setting in the west.

The molten gold fire that burned the sky ignited the boundless sea of ​​clouds, dyeing the vast sky into a magnificent and blazing red.

The rosy glow was like blood, splashing on the silver hair and armor of King Douya, and also flowing over the beautiful profiles of Lingyue and Cuizi.

Douya withdrew his gaze from the horizon, the embers of the burning world reflected in his eyes.

His voice pierced the twilight that enveloped the surroundings. "It's getting late. It's a good time to go to the Dog Tribe in the West."

Douya's golden eyes turned slightly, catching Ling Yue's almost imperceptible twitch of eyebrows due to the word "Western Country", and his tone was mischievous.

"It's a good time to take a look." He said with a bit of interest in watching a good show.

"Compared to this world's 'Fairy Lingyue' and my peerless wife... what's the difference?"

"Humph!"

A cold hum was heard, like ice beads falling on a jade plate.

Ling Yue raised her eyebrows proudly, and glanced sideways with her beautiful eyes. There was a confidence in her eyes that looked down on everything, and a hint of offended arrogance.

"Of course it's me—I'm even more graceful and elegant, with unparalleled grace!"

She curled her red lips slightly, with unquestionable certainty, "Not only that..."