Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 142 – Setting Off to Qingmu City!

The first light of the second day’s dawn filtered through the window lattice of the simple wooden cabin, casting mottled patches of gold.

Lin Fan was already awake.

With her current formidable physique, a fusion of her original body and Long Ningshuang’s, she could go for days without sleep and feel no ill effects.

What she called sleep was more of a deep-seated habit from her time as an ordinary human.

In her arms, a soft, warm body clung to her like an octopus, its fluffy fox tail even wrapped around her calf.

It was Su Xiaoxiao.

The girl was sleeping soundly, a sweet smile gracing the corners of her lips, as if lost in a beautiful dream.

Lin Fan lowered her gaze, her eyes falling on Su Xiaoxiao’s unguarded sleeping face.

Her long, ink-green hair cascaded down, a few strands brushing against the girl’s small nose.

Her journey had been filled with schemes, slaughter, and deception, her nerves constantly taut. Moments as peaceful and warm as this were few and far between.

Perhaps even she hadn’t realized that after merging with Bai Lu’s pure Mental Strength, a barely perceptible crack was quietly forming in her frozen heart.

Her fingertips, moving of their own accord, reached out and gently pinched the pair of fluffy fox ears on Su Xiaoxiao’s head.

They were soft and warm to the touch, with a delicate, downy feel.

The girl hummed softly in her sleep and unconsciously nuzzled against her arm, seeming to enjoy the caress.

Lin Fan’s movements didn’t stop. Her fingertips slid down and landed on the fluffy tail wrapped around her.

The pads of her fingers sank into the soft, smooth fur, kneading gently.

The girl in her arms suddenly trembled, letting out a faint whimper and curling up even tighter.

Lin Fan paused.

She gazed at Su Xiaoxiao’s slightly flushed cheeks, confirming that she hadn’t woken up—it was just a physical, instinctual reaction.

This girl was even purer than Sun Jing, that well-protected “silly, sweet, white flower.”

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Sun Jing’s innocence was that of a greenhouse flower, untouched by wind and rain.

But Su Xiaoxiao’s innocence was a spot of pure white that had grown tenaciously amidst mud and thorns, making it seem all the more fragile, and all the more precious.

Lin Fan withdrew her hand.

She gently pushed the girl’s shoulder.

“Xiaoxiao, wake up.”

“Mmm… Sister Ning Shuang…”

Su Xiaoxiao blearily opened her eyes, her long lashes fluttering. Her golden pupils were still hazy with sleep.

When she realized she was practically draped all over Lin Fan, her pretty face instantly turned beet red.

She let out a cry of alarm and scrambled out of Lin Fan’s embrace, sitting up straight. Even her tail shot up nervously.

“S-Sorry, Sister Ning Shuang! I… I didn’t mean to!”

Seeing her flustered appearance, Lin Fan simply said in a faint voice, “Get ready. It’s time for us to leave.”

“Yes!”

Su Xiaoxiao immediately jumped off the bed and began to deftly tidy her slightly disheveled clothes.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, rose unhurriedly and walked to the blurry bronze mirror.

The mirror reflected a face that was both heroic and alluring, with long, ink-green hair, golden vertical pupils, and a pair of small dragon horns on her head, all of which proclaimed her identity as a member of a branch of the Dragon Clan.

Although Long Ningshuang’s Skin came with fifty percent of her original body’s God-level charm, this body’s looks, figure, and aura were still somewhat inferior to her perfect original body, which was a fusion of several top-tier Skins.

To deal with a seventh-level expert like Hu Lie, who held a high position and possessed extraordinary martial power, relying on seduction alone was the most foolish approach.

What kind of woman hadn’t a man like that seen?

The more easily obtained, the cheaper it was.

What would pique his interest the most would always be something he couldn’t have, or even someone he needed to rely on.

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Therefore, she needed a brand-new persona.

A persona that would be enough to stir his desire for conquest, yet one he wouldn’t dare to profane easily.

With a thought, the mountain-like warehouse of clothes in her Storage Space appeared in her mind.

The countless women’s outfits she had plundered back then had now become her best tools for disguise.

She quickly sifted through them.

A sexy long dress? Too deliberate, a low-class move.

A gorgeous formal gown? Too extravagant and out of place.

Her gaze finally landed on a set of clothes she had forgotten in a corner.

It was a Chinese-style martial outfit in a black and gold color scheme.

Lin Fan reached out her hand, and the outfit appeared out of thin air.

The top was a black, form-fitting long-sleeved shirt, its collar and cuffs embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in gold thread, looking both capable and noble.

The bottom was a horse-face skirt of the same black and gold pattern, which retained a classical grace without hindering movement.

This was exactly the style she wanted.

Martial, noble, with an unapproachable sense of distance.

She took off the cloth dress she was wearing and began to change into this carefully selected battle attire.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had finished tidying up, turned around just in time to see Lin Fan’s back as she changed.

The girl’s breath caught in her throat.

Lin Fan’s movements were not fast. She first put on the black and gold martial top, the tight fabric perfectly outlining her firm waistline and the smooth muscle lines of her back, exuding a beauty full of power.

Next was the horse-face skirt. The hem fell, partially concealing the curves of her legs, yet they would flash in and out of view as she walked, adding a touch of mystery.

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Lin Fan extended her hand, and a pair of pure black, high-top combat boots appeared.

She sat on the edge of the bed, put on the boots, and tied the laces.

Finally, her hair.

She raised her hand, and her long, ink-green hair was lifted by an invisible force, swiftly coiled into a neat high ponytail at the back of her head. Only a few strands were left to fall from her temples and down her back, brushing against her fair neck.

When Lin Fan stood up and turned around, Su Xiaoxiao felt as if her heart had skipped a beat.

The woman before her seemed like a completely different person.

If yesterday she was a powerful being exuding the majesty of the Dragon Clan…

Then at this moment, she was a female general who had stepped out of an ancient scroll.

The black and gold martial attire made her posture tall and straight, her heroic aura overwhelming.

The dragon horns on her head no longer seemed out of place; instead, they looked like a natural crown, adding a supreme majesty to her.

Her golden vertical pupils were calm and rippleless, yet they seemed capable of seeing through a person’s heart, making one afraid to look directly at them.

She just stood there quietly, yet an aura combining nobility, majesty, and aloofness washed over Su Xiaoxiao, making her want to kneel in worship.

“S-Sister Ning Shuang…”

Su Xiaoxiao’s voice held a faint, imperceptible tremor.

Lin Fan was very satisfied with her reaction. This was precisely the effect she wanted.

“Let’s go.”

She took a step and was the first to walk out of the wooden cabin.

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly followed, trailing behind her like a loyal little maid.

The two of them passed through the village and arrived at the entrance.

Village Chief Su Changfeng was already waiting there.

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The moment he saw Lin Fan, a flash of astonishment and reverence crossed his cloudy eyes.

“My lady, you are…”

“Going to Azurewood City,” Lin Fan’s reply was concise.

Su Changfeng nodded, his expression complicated as he glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, who was following behind Lin Fan.

“Xiaoxiao, be careful on this trip to Azurewood City. You must listen to my lady’s arrangements in all things.”

“I know, Grandpa Village Chief,” Su Xiaoxiao nodded emphatically.

Su Changfeng sighed and took out a small cloth pouch from his robes, handing it to Su Xiaoxiao.

“Inside are some medicinal salves and dried rations specially made by our fox clan. They might be useful on the road.”

“Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief.”

Su Xiaoxiao accepted the pouch, her eyes turning a little red.

Lin Fan didn’t rush them, merely watching their farewell in silence.

Only after they had finished speaking did she look at Su Changfeng.

“Get what I told you to do done as soon as possible.”

“Rest assured, my lady. Green Hill Village’s intelligence network will begin operating for you immediately,” Su Changfeng replied respectfully.

Lin Fan said no more and turned towards the rock wall concealed by the illusion.

Su Xiaoxiao waved at the village chief and quickly caught up to Lin Fan.

Following a specific pattern of taps from Su Xiaoxiao’s fingertips, the rock wall rippled like water once more, revealing the dark and perilous Mist Forest outside.

One step out, and they were in a different world.

The tranquil village behind them was sealed away. Before them lay the bloody path to the true stage of the Dragon Spirit Continent.