Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

Dou Ya put the map back on the table, reached out to hold Ling Yue in his arms, and smiled softly.

"I can't bear to see my Lingyue stay alone in her room. I'm counting on you to give birth to some big fat boys for me."

"What a thought—"

Ling Yue's ears stood up, and the crimson color had already crept from her cheeks to her fair neck. Before she could finish the proud words she wanted to say, her mouth was blocked by Dou Ya.

Ling Yue wanted to push Dou Ya's hands away, but she didn't know when she hugged the boy's broad back.

The misty eyes are rippling with spring water.

Chapter 58: The Night of the Dark Wood

The moonlight hanging from the eaves cast a frosty color on the paper door. The girl's ears were still red, and her fingertips barely covered her slightly swollen lips.

The night wind blew up the arabesque-patterned hem of the twelve-piece dress, and the moon-shaped family crest embroidered with gold thread flickered in the darkness.

When the paper door was opened, she glanced back before leaving. Her eyes were sharp, but also a little shy.

The sound of wooden clogs tapping on the floor startled three or two night crows that were stationed on the corridor, and they flapped their wings and shattered the bright light on the ground.

"Your Highness Ling Yue."

The two maids who followed Ling Yue first saluted and closed the door to the Dog General in the hall, and then hurriedly followed.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the princess's neck, and saw a lingering lip print between her swaying hair.

The Inu General, who was left alone, stroked his thumb with teeth marks on it and watched the crimson figure melt into the moon halo, a soft laugh escaping from his throat.

"I didn't expect this girl to be more proactive than me later on. She's surprisingly strong."

Holding the beauty of the girl in his heart, Douya activated his demonic power, and the cloth bag brought by Ruya cracked on the table, and five demonic crystals of different colors floated in the air.

The evil spirit of Senluo opened its mouth like a glutton, instantly wrapping the demon crystal into a boiling black vortex.

The vengeful face floating on the surface of the crystal didn't even have time to wail before it was crushed into dust by the violent demonic power.

Having devoured hundreds of intermediate-level monsters, it is now no difficulty for Douya to refine intermediate-level monster crystals.

The evil thoughts and hatred that remained in the demon crystal crashed into the lake like a breeze, without even causing a ripple before returning to nothingness.

After absorbing the demonic power, Dou Ya continued to sort out the document data. When the moon was at its zenith, he slowly walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with the warm fragrance of pine wood, and wisps of white mist were rising from the square pool made of bluestone.

Eight bronze crane-bill lamps were lined up along the edge of the pool. The lamp oil was mixed with the soothing incense prepared by Lingyue, which reflected the water surface into an amber color.

The servants had already laid round pebbles at the bottom of the pool, which were now warmed by the hot springs in the ground, and they felt a bit numb when they pressed against Douya's strong back.

She rested the back of her neck on the carved groove on the edge of the pool, letting her waist-length silver hair spread out on the water.

On the wooden tray floating on the water, fine droplets of iced plum wine were oozing out, blending with the mist condensed from the heat on the surface of the pond.

Dou Ya tapped the wooden tray floating on the water with his fingers, and the porcelain cup floated to his palm along the ripples.

The cool wall of the plum wine cup was condensed with fine water droplets. As soon as it touched the lips, the clear, sour and sweet taste slid into the throat wrapped in a few pieces of crushed ice.

The petals of the flowers on the low table by the pool were wet with water vapor, and the falling dewdrops happened to fall into his wrist which was resting on the edge of the pool.

Dou Ya simply stuck the porcelain cup in the crevice of the bluestone, bent down, and let the steaming hot air flow over his jaw.

Suddenly, the sound of splashing water came from behind the maple leaf screen, and two waitresses knelt in the mist, holding the fumigated yukata.

Except for the fact that there is no beautiful woman in my arms, this place is simply a paradise on earth.

“Corruption, really corruption!”

The Inu general cursed in a low voice, as if only the body had fallen and the soul was still holy.

After all, there is a saying that goes - just because I enjoy it doesn't mean I like it.

Whoever invented this type of inequality is a real beet.

After a while, with the maid's head bowed to help him, Toya's yukata hem swept across the undried water stains in the corridor, and he walked on the newly laid cypress wood floor into the study on the west side.

The moonlight mixed with the glow of the bronze lamp flowed on the ground in a stream of mixed cold and warm colors, illuminating the beech wood bookshelves along the wall.

Dou Ya stopped at the floor tiles in the southeast corner. With two light touches of special demonic power, the sound of bronze hinges turning immediately appeared in the secret compartment.

The newly built underground dark room within the barrier still smells of damp earth, and the old bookcases moved to the walls exude the scent of cypress wood that has aged over the years.

Thirteen fang swords lay across the cast iron treasure rack, the highest one having a faded silk ribbon wrapped around its throat.

This is the Great Elder's Fang Sword. The fine bloody cracks on the blade record the old man's last battle in which he stumbled.

The Second Elder's Fang Sword was taken by the Dog King and prepared to be passed on to someone who had made great contributions.

Dou Ya lowered his eyes, used the dowry he had taken from the Dog King's treasury, and used his Senluo demonic power to refine all twelve fang swords.

The demonic power of Senluo, which was like all rivers flowing into the sea, vibrated slightly, indistinctly moving towards a higher realm, causing tiny ripples in the surrounding air.

Douya sat at the desk, picked up a pen and began to organize his thoughts.

"I killed Bai Gu Wan. Needless to say, I've become a thorn in the side of the Leopard Cat clan."

"I can't gamble on my own moral integrity. I will never leave the Mountain Fang City protected by the Dog King until I have the strength to resist the great monsters."

The tip of the pen hovered three inches above the rice paper, and the stagnant ink bead suddenly fell into an exclamation mark.

"Every forty-nine years, when the cracks in Yomi Hirasaka appear in the human world, the Morigakure Yuuko clan will open a rift to the underworld at the root of their strongest. They will then perform a ritual called the 'Yukabi Yaku', sacrificing living beings to appease the evil spirit of Yomi."

"This festival is called 'The Night the Living and the Dead Eat Together' by youkai, and 'The Song of the Gods', feared by humans due to the increasing number of disappearances."

"The next one is still thirty years away. Hmm, is this a case of thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west?"

"I fight the Oyakata?"

Dou Ya shook his head with a smile and placed the tip of the brush in the inkstone beside him. The ink climbed up along the fine texture of the brush tip, dyeing the purple hair into black.

"If thirty years isn't enough, then add another forty-nine. That's nearly a hundred years to kill an ocelot. That's more than enough time."

After deciding on the next course of action, Douya didn't show much discouragement in his eyes, and began to ponder the advanced combat power in his hands.

"Zi Yan, Ru Ya, these are high-level monsters that can be summoned."

"Ling Yue can't move. If the Okinawan is killed, he might become jealous of the Dog King. It's better for him to stay with me in the Mountain Fang City."

"When you have nothing to do, you can also watch today's erotic theater."

The fragrance of Ling Yue's lips seemed to still linger in his nose. Dou Ya let out a sigh and thought about the four demons in heaven.

"After clearing out the monster tribes in the north and south, I should be able to promote two high-level monsters. Based on their current performance, they are most likely Qitian and Shunlei Ya."

Both Hong Xiegui and Yuu Yanwan have immature personalities and find it difficult to deal with difficult things alone.

Douya's requirement for Tianzhong is to form an independent army and be able to handle various unexpected situations during the mission, and the most important thing is stability.

"When the time comes, let Hong Xiegui and Yu Yanwan lead the new army and sweep the west according to Zi Yan's intelligence."

"Based on the performance of these two, a third high-level monster will be promoted and incorporated into the Celestial Beings."

Douya fell into thought again.

"We can't touch the leopard cat for now, lest they become desperate. We can ask Ru Ya to arrange for people to investigate the monsters in Shikoku, Kyushu, and the sea."

"I heard that mermaids have been spotted in the Seto Inland Sea, which is located at the junction of three countries."

Douya looked at me with a deep gaze and circled the word "merman".

Chapter 59: Meeting with Dragon Bone Spirit

In the eastern part of the Western Country, in the heartland of the Leopard Cat Clan, an unconcealable smell of blood wafted from the open-air hall built of rough stones.

These smells were carried by the wind across the leopard cat's territory, making the once bustling leopard cat base camp silent and suffocating.

The old priest's mottled gray hair was wrapped in a faded linen robe. In his sunken eye sockets, his cloudy pupils were staring intently at the center of the altar.

Dark brown blood foam was stuck with a few strands of gray fur. It was the remains of the last person who had failed the trial.

He turned towards the stone seat with a hunched back - the bulging muscles under the crimson fur rose and fell with his breathing, and Okata's sturdy body almost filled the entire bluestone seat.

The old priest slid his throat twice and took two steps forward with his skinny front paws.

"Lord, you have already looked at the more than sixty commander-level ocelots in the tribe. How many are worth training?"

His voice trembled at the end, and his claws unconsciously scratched the dried blood scabs in the cracks of the stone slabs.

"Worthy of cultivation?"

There was a sound of bones cracking from the stone seat, and a sulfur-smelling evil aura rose from the dark red mane of the demon. Rough claws were knocking on the armrests, leaving dark claw marks.

"Dozens of commanders, each one worse than the last, and the last one is a disgrace!"

"I just released the aura of a high-level monster, and that little brat drowned!"

The pro-Kakata originally thought that the leopard cats under his command were talented, but he never expected that they were all mediocre.

If it weren't for this big monster like him purifying the bloodline, the fight with the wandering monster leader in the wild might be evenly matched!

This made the protégé more and more annoyed, and the anger that was constantly pent up in his heart caused him to use too much force, which frightened the last leopard cat so much that its liver and gallbladder were torn apart and it died on the spot.

The old priest knocked his knees hard on the stone slab and dared not say a word.

After the heavy breathing of the protégé gradually became lighter, the old priest's tail tip, which was covered with age spots, swung slightly, and his vocal cords seemed to be rubbed by sandpaper.

"My Lord, although it is an indisputable fact that the talent within the clan is dwindling, I believe that the outstanding ones among them have simply been delayed by the comfortable atmosphere."

The old priest's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and the words were repeatedly ground on the tip of his tongue before they came out.

"As long as we go through the trials and tribulations and become one or two elders, there won't be any problems."

"no problem?"

The moment the Oyakata laughed, the old priest knew that he had said the wrong thing.

The Ocelot Lord's body leaned back, crushing half of the throne, and the flying debris embedded in the old priest's shoulder blade.

He stretched out his claws and picked up the old leopard cat. The saliva that came out of his mouth seemed to turn into sparks.

"Old Priest, why do you think there's no problem? The high-level monsters are the dog monsters that are everywhere in the mountains to the west. Can they be seen everywhere?"

"It's...it's just that I'm getting old and confused. Please calm down, Lord!"