Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

The tender face has lost its childish roundness, revealing the outline of youth.

Her cute appearance, like a budding girl next door, always attracts the favored glances of older brothers.

Mei grabbed Douya's collar, sweat broke out on the tip of her nose, and her pink eyelashes trembled.

She suddenly raised her face, and her moist eyes showed the anxiety of a trapped beast.

"Don't worry, in this part of the Western Kingdom, the Dog Clan still has the final say."

Douya hates impolite foreigners very much. They don't even say hello when they come, but directly attack his vassals. They simply don't take the dog tribe seriously.

"I'll get you to a safe place first so you can have some rest."

Dou Ya patted the head of the person in his arms and flew towards the not-so-distant Shanya City. When he returned to his own mansion, he turned and flew towards the Senyin Youzi clan's territory.

Mei was surrounded by three maids. While she was still dazed and worried, she was quickly taken to the bathroom.

"No, no, don't look!"

When she was about to take off her clothes, Mei suddenly curled up in the corner of the green jade brick, her wet linen clothes stuck to her back, and her broken trembling voice floated in the steaming water vapor.

The maids looked at each other and bent down at the same time. One of them said, "Miss Mei, we will be waiting for you behind the screen. You can call us anytime if you need anything."

The rustling sound of footsteps disappeared behind Chunlan and Xiazhu's screen.

After the house became quiet, Mei secretly raised her head and realized that the environment she was in was completely different from the shabby bungalow she had lived in for decades.

It is grand and luxurious, yet also reveals the elegance of a cultured person.

Mei carefully took off her clothes, her fingertips hesitantly climbing up the back of her neck.

I should have touched an old scar that was as raised as a centipede, but now I only felt skin that looked like freshly condensed snow.

"Hey, where's the scar?"

She hurriedly turned around and rushed towards the bronze mirror. On the misty mirror surface, the girl's smooth back was shining white, like a blank body washed by moonlight.

"how come……"

She placed her palm against the wound that had once been the most hideous. Beneath the skin that had turned red from the heat, pale blue blood vessels were pulsating regularly.

The old wound that had hurt every night for decades was now gone without even a needle-tip mark.

It was as if the scars inflicted by the punishment of Lord Lian, the chief of the celestial beings, were but a phantom dream like morning dew.

"Fighting Teeth~"

"What a strange monster~"

Mei was in the bathroom, gently patting her cheeks, trying to clear her dizzy head.

She rinsed herself briefly, then came to the bathtub and tipped her jade-white toes towards the surface of the pool. Fine silver lines immediately appeared on the water surface.

The warmth climbed up along the delicate arch of the foot, spreading a pink glow at the ankle.

When the water waves kissed her slender and well-proportioned calves, a cat-like sigh escaped from her throat, and her fingertips unconsciously grasped the hanging bathrobe.

The rising heat condensed into water droplets at the base of Mei's collarbone and rolled down along the curve of her snow-white breasts.

When the hot spring water reached her waist, Mei suddenly paused, holding onto the edge of the pool.

The spots of light floating on the water surface danced between her eyelashes, dyeing her pupils amber.

Mei tucked her wet hair behind her ears, and the water droplets slid down her butterfly bones into her spine.

The whole person finally sank slowly into the misty green waves, like a stretched cherry blossom immersed in the spring dew.

With an extremely satisfied smile on her face and the peaceful environment, Mei fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

In the Senyin Youzi clan's territory, the lost fog that enveloped the entire sea of ​​trees continued to spread outward like thousands of tentacles.

The mountain people who make their living from the surrounding forests walked into the forest in groups with happy smiles on their faces, "voluntarily participating" in the grand ceremony of [Youmu Sacrifice Night].

The Morigakure Yuuko clan are serious monsters. Kindness and humility are virtues reserved for the strong.

To weak humans?

Of course, the way to do this is to maximize the benefits, and wait for the nearby mountain people and passing travelers to enter the forest.

The disorienting fog that can cause hallucinations in the weak will be actively removed by Moriin Yuuko.

Then, looking at the panicked, crying and screaming humans, it let out a howl of joy.

The fear and terror emanating from humans is simply the ultimate delicacy for monsters!

When they gradually cease to provide value, Moriin Yuuko will use them one by one as fertilizer - their souls will fill the underworld passage, and their flesh and blood will become desserts for the roots.

As for luring too many humans at once, which would cause a shortage of humans in the surrounding area, the Moriin Youzi clan is not worried.

Anyway, after the festival is over, they will throw away a lot of resources that humans rely on for survival.

For example, delicious fruits, gregarious animals, and precious medicinal herbs.

Soon, humans who cannot survive in other places, or mountain bandits, will come here, and then the news will spread from one to a hundred, and from a hundred to ten thousand.

Then, under the organization of human dignitaries, villages and towns were formed.

In the end, just like before, a steady stream of humans continued to make “voluntary contributions” to the festival, which was held only once every forty-nine years.

Therefore, the Senyin Youzi clan, who already have experience, are not worried about the lack of humans. What they are afraid of is that when the overlord of the Western Country wants to enter the underworld, they will not be able to open the passage!

At the same time, during the Youmu Night Festival, many monsters heard the news and came to take advantage of the event.

Even though they have two high-level monsters, the Mori Yin Youzi clan, which is not easy to move, is also an expert at judging people by their appearance.

Intermediate-level monsters can enter the forest and be considered friends, while low-level monsters are just a piece of the pie.

With so many mid-level monsters around, the low-level monsters outside the forest did not dare to act rashly, and the living environment of the human villages outside also improved a lot.

Even in previous festivals, most human villages would take the initiative to send the chosen children to the forest.

They are dedicated to the sacred tree that blesses their prosperity and development, and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.

"Is it ridiculous?"

Arriving here, Tsuiko, wearing armor and with a sword on her waist, who is known as the strongest priestess, asked herself this question and then gave the answer.

"This is not funny!"

People live for three meals a day. If they can't even eat, any logic is just a castle in the air and ridiculous.

"So what I have to do is to cut through the illusion of reality and bring the reality of being able to create a prosperous and healthy life with my own hands to the hardworking people!"

Cui Zi looked at the vast sea of ​​trees shrouded in miasma, slowly drew the sword from her waist, and a crescent-like arc of light bloomed between heaven and earth.

The power of purification transformed into thousands of fireflies that burst out from the sword's edge, and wherever it passed, the miasma emitted a burning hissing sound.

Having sensed the arrival of the witch long ago, the hundreds of demons lurking among the ancient tree's gnarled branches suddenly revealed themselves.

The spider banshee with seven compound eyes, the skeleton soldiers flowing with pus, and the nephilim wrapped in resentment, all turned into flying ashes the moment they came into contact with the power of purification and demon destruction.

The monsters that had not been affected let out shrill screams, like the final echo of the warning bell in the Wanhai Valley that was once the home of the leopard cat tribe.

Cui Zi's red and white clothes fluttered like a crane, and her toes lightly skimmed over the forest that was being purified.

The stream of light dragged by the sword formed a huge net, and wherever it passed, ghosts cried and gods howled, and the miasma dissipated.

The ancient tree lost its eerie purple spots and stretched out its emerald-colored branches again.

The undisguised huge commotion made another high-ranking elder of the Senyin Youzi clan extremely angry.

The old tree face looked at Cuizi who was killing everyone and said angrily, "You witch, do you know——!"

The angry shouting finally stopped. The high-level tree demon stood tall and majestic, with a trunk that was a hundred meters long and a straight white line emerging from it.

Cui Zi's demon-breaking sword energy chopped down and instantly cut the high-level tree demon from head to tail.

The divine light that burns impure souls is like a cancer that cannot be shaken off.

The vines within a ten-mile radius spasmed at the same time, and continuous explosions came from the earth veins.

In just two or three seconds, a high-level monster with numerous roots and a tenacious life force was sent to hell.

In the eyes of the monsters around, this scene was like a depth charge, completely blowing up the small fish pond!

Humans used to panic when facing monsters, and now monsters are doing the same when facing Tsuiko.

The Senyin tribe leader, who was well versed in self-preservation and could be both tough and gentle, pictured Cui Zi's terrifying and imprisoned figure in his mind, and then without hesitation, he led his tribe members to escape into the underworld.

Keep the green hills and don’t worry about running out of firewood.

Such a perverse and tyrannical human priestess will sooner or later come into conflict with the dog tribe.

No matter who wins or loses, such a powerful priestess cannot stay in the small Senyin tribe's land for a long time.

When the time comes, we can take it back from the people around us with interest!

The festival had been held for nearly ten days, allowing Senyin to open the Netherworld Passage effortlessly.

The Senyin clan had been holding a festival for nearly ten days, which allowed them to effortlessly open the Netherworld Passage.

A huge vortex of the underworld covered the surface of the earth. Sen Yin, with a small group of elite soldiers, sneered at the armed priestess who discovered the abnormality and rushed over.

"How can you, who have committed such a heinous crime, leave alive!"

Along the way, Cui Zi saw piles of bones and mountains of blood and flesh.

If you blow up the ground randomly, you can see a bunch of corpses under the roots of the trees, and the anger in your heart can no longer be suppressed.

The purifying and demon-destroying power that soared into the sky abruptly stopped the opening of the Netherworld Passage, and the hidden tree face immediately stiffened.

He hurriedly increased his strength, abandoned his people, and escaped into the underworld through the smallest spatial channel.

"Damn it! This is a truly devastating loss. It will take at least three or four hundred years for us to recover!"

Sen Yin looked at the gray underworld, his heart bleeding.

He looked at the Netherworld Passage that was closing at a very fast speed. Without the threat posed by the witch, he felt a little relieved.

The huge tree roots beneath him, like a python with bared fangs and claws, had not yet landed on the ground.

A purple-red meteor followed the last gap in the Nether Passage and pierced through his trunk in front of Sen Yin's incredulous gaze!

The blazing purifying fire reduced Sen Yin to ashes in the blink of an eye, and the ashes drifted towards the River Styx with the wind of the underworld.

The unwilling dead souls were taken directly to hell by the laughing ghosts to enjoy blessings.

In the Senyin tribe's territory outside, facing the glow of the sunset, Cui Zi, standing in the air, put away her sword. Her three thousand black hair fell like a waterfall, covering the lingering solemnity between her brows in the shadows.