Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 190 – Pureblood Dragon Clan Long Jingyun

Lin Fan’s consciousness withdrew from her cultivation, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In the basement, two hundred and ninety brand-new Skins were stacked quietly on the floor, emitting a faint glow like a pile of abandoned, magnificent clothes.

She stood up, walked over, and casually picked up the few on top.

【Skin: Cat Girl Mia】

【Quality: Excellent】

【Body Constitution: 38】

【Mental Strength: 9】

…

【Skin: Wolf Girl Fenny】

【Quality: Exceptional】

【Body Constitution: 82】

【Mental Strength: 42】

【Innate Ability: Basic Speed Enhancement】

…

Lin Fan flipped through them one by one, finally picking up the four Perfect-grade Skins.

【Skin: Deer Girl Linda】

【Quality: Perfect】

【Body Constitution: 95】

【Mental Strength: 261】

【Innate Ability: Intermediate Plant Manipulation】

……………………

She quickly scanned through the Skins, finding no particularly rare abilities.

Lin Fan then thought back to the ten Fox Clan Girls Su Xiaoxiao had brought back.

Unfortunately, their fur was a pure, dark orange, without a single trace of white.

It seemed the partial Nine-tailed celestial fox bloodline was even rarer than she had imagined.

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“Whatever, it’s better than nothing.”

With over two hundred Excellent-grade and more than forty Exceptional-grade Skins, it was enough to push the fusion success rate for Long Ningshuang and Su Rou to one hundred percent, with plenty to spare.

She sat down cross-legged, preparing to begin the fusion.

Once she completely fused the Long Ningshuang and Su Rou Skins, her main body would acquire the Dragon Clan and Nine-tailed celestial fox bloodlines, and her strength would undergo a truly qualitative transformation.

By then, she would even have a fighting chance against the Level 7 Hu Lie.

However, just as she was about to call upon the system and begin the fusion ritual.

“Sister!”

Su Xiaoxiao’s urgent and suppressed cry suddenly came from the basement entrance.

Lin Fan’s movements paused, and she looked up.

Su Xiaoxiao, dressed in her JK sailor uniform, was leaning against the doorframe, her face pale as she gasped for breath, looking at her.

“What happened?” Lin Fan’s voice was calm.

“Su Yue… Sister Su Yue sent an urgent message!” Su Xiaoxiao hurried down the steps, her voice trembling. “The assassins hired by City Lord Hu Lie have all entered the Mist Forest!”

“Mm,” Lin Fan nodded, unsurprised.

It was normal for that tiger to get restless.

“No… it’s not just that!” Su Xiaoxiao swallowed hard, her amber eyes filled with terror. “Su Yue’s informant at the city gate said that just half an hour ago, another group of people also entered the forest!”

“They have… the same Dragon Clan aura as you, Sister Ning Shuang!”

Lin Fan’s rainbow-colored eyes narrowed instantly.

Other dragons?

A playful arc formed on her lips.

“Interesting.”

Did that idiot Long Ao send other dragons to serve as an experience pack for Long Yan instead of acting himself?

Or could it be that within the Dragon Clan, more than one person wanted Long Yan dead?

Or were they just passing through?

Lin Fan stood up, the thought of fusion instantly dismissed.

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Fusing with Long Ningshuang now would certainly increase her strength greatly.

But…

She glanced at the dark green Skin in her Storage Space.

This Skin still had its final, and greatest, value yet to be squeezed dry.

A Long Yan who was barely surviving and waiting for revenge was certainly a good blade.

But a blade only becomes sharper after it has been tempered.

“Sister, what should we do? Long Yan, he…” Su Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Fan anxiously.

“Don’t worry.” Lin Fan reached out and gently patted her little head. “Let’s watch a good show.”

Without further explanation, right in front of Su Xiaoxiao, she slowly slipped her main body into the Long Ningshuang Skin.

The peerless goddess with silver hair and rainbow eyes vanished.

In her place stood the Dragon Clan woman with dragon horns, long dark green hair, and an aura of nobility and dominance.

Lin Fan stretched her limbs, feeling the familiar power within her body.

She turned and walked toward the basement exit.

“Sister, where are you going?” Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly followed.

“To add some fuel to the fire for a certain foolish boy.”

Lin Fan’s voice, tinged with calculation, drifted from ahead.

“You stay in the manor, arrange for those ten girls, and take care of things here.”

As her voice fell, her figure had already disappeared from the manor.

Su Xiaoxiao stood in place, looking at the empty corridor, and nodded forcefully.

Deep within the Mist Forest, the night was as black as ink.

Lin Fan’s figure moved at high speed through the woods, like a silent, dark green phantom.

Her destination was clear: the hidden cave where she and Long Yan had spent the night before.

That boy was most likely still using it as a temporary base.

Hundreds of meters away from the cave, the thick scent of blood drifted into her nostrils on the damp night wind.

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Lin Fan landed on the branch of a giant tree, her golden vertical pupils gazing ahead.

She was a step too late.

The battle seemed to be over.

The ground was a mess, with dozens of giant trees snapped in half. Next to a huge crater lay a corpse.

It was a leopard-man, a gaping claw wound piercing through his chest, from which blood was still gushing.

A late-stage Level 6 leopard-man.

He must have been one of the assassins sent by Hu Lie.

And beside the corpse, Long Yan was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

His upper body was bare, covered in gruesome wounds. Black Dragon Scales covered his right arm, and his hand, transformed into a Dragon Claw, was about to dig into the leopard-man’s skull.

“He’s recovered to Level 6?” Lin Fan thought to herself.

As expected of a Son of Destiny, it only took him a month to recover from Level 3 to Level 6.

And he could even fight to the death to kill a late-stage Level 6 enemy.

Even a rocket wasn’t this fast.

Just as Long Yan’s Dragon Claw was about to touch the Crystal, two figures emerged like ghosts from the shadows of the forest.

Lin Fan’s pupils contracted slightly.

Dragon Clan.

And one of them was a Pureblood Dragon Clan member.

It was a tall male dragon with dazzling blond hair and a handsome, arrogant face.

Compared to the branch family dragons, his Dragon horns were larger and a magnificent gold.

His entire body was covered in a layer of fine golden Dragon Scales, as if the scales themselves were the most noble of garments.

Behind him followed a female, dressed in a dark gray maid’s silk dress.

Her long black hair lacked the signature Dragon horns of the Dragon Clan, and from the outside, it was impossible to tell what race she was.

Even more incongruously, the skin exposed outside her clothes was covered in dense scars, making her look more like a slave than a maid.

She looked at Long Yan with a flat, unfocused gaze, like a machine without thought.

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“Tsk, just out for a stroll with nothing to do, and I run into a dragon even in such a remote place.”

The blond Pureblood Dragon Clan male spoke, his voice filled with amusement and contempt.

His name was Long Jingyun, a rather famous member of the younger generation among the Pureblood Dragon Clan.

The maid behind him was named Long Xueqi.

The two were originally just passing through the Mist Forest on business but had unexpectedly stumbled upon a high-level battle.

So, they had come over with the intention of watching the excitement.

Long Yan slowly stood up and turned his head.

He looked at the two who had suddenly appeared, and his gaze turned icy cold, especially when he saw the pure golden Dragon Scales on Long Jingyun.

Pureblood Dragon Clan.

The loathing and hatred etched into his very bones made the blood in his veins begin to boil.

“Oh? It’s you, Long Yan.”

Long Jingyun recognized Long Yan’s face and raised an eyebrow in some surprise.

“I heard that waste Long Ao dug out your Dragon Bone. Shouldn’t you be acting like a dog in some Slave Market? What, you still have the strength to kill people?”

Long Yan didn’t speak, merely clenching his fists.

He could feel that the Pureblood Dragon Clan member before him, Long Jingyun, was far stronger than him.

At least peak Level 6, or maybe even Level 7!

“A little interesting.” Long Jingyun sized up Long Yan with great interest, as if looking at an amusing toy.

“You’ve recovered to Level 6 even without your Dragon Bone. It seems you have some secrets we don’t know about.”

He took two steps forward, looking down at Long Yan from a superior position, a charitable smile on his lips.

“How about this, Long Yan.”

“Kneel now, swear your allegiance to me, and be my dog.”

“I can consider helping you get your Dragon Bone back from that waste Long Ao.”

“How about it?”