Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 211 – The Scapegoat

[Ding!]

[Target available for crafting: Long Wu]

[Race: Pureblood Dragon Clan]

[Quality Assessment: Mythical-grade]

[Estimated Crafting Time: 60 minutes]

Mythical-grade…

A flicker of unexpected surprise flashed through Lin Fan’s eyes.

This was the highest quality Skin she had encountered so far.

Although Long Ningshuang and Long Xueqi were stronger than Long Wu, the system had only assessed them as Epic-grade. This meant that Mythical-grade didn’t represent current strength, but future growth potential.

The potential of the Pureblood Dragon Clan was truly terrifying.

However, a sixty-minute crafting time was a bit long.

That psychopath Long Jingyun was no fool.

The main reason he let Long Wu run wild was that he knew, with Long Xueqi’s strength, it was impossible for her to actually die at the hands of a little brat like Long Wu.

When he returned after dealing with that guy Lu Yuan and found both his maid and his little cousin missing, he would definitely turn the entire Death Swamp upside down.

She had to give him a reasonable explanation.

An explanation he would believe without a doubt and wouldn’t dare to investigate too deeply for a short time.

Lin Fan’s gaze shifted toward the deeper parts of the swamp.

The Level 8 old monster that even City Lord Long Teng dared not provoke…

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He was the perfect scapegoat.

“System, continue crafting.”

Lin Fan issued the command in her mind while simultaneously using her Mental Strength to lift the unconscious Long Wu out of the mud.

Swoosh!

The two figures vanished from the spot, heading deeper into the swamp in the opposite direction of Long Jingyun and Lu Yuan’s battle.

Her plan was simple.

Find a spot near the Level 8 old monster’s lair and complete the Skin Crafting.

Then, she would put on Long Wu’s Skin and toss Long Xueqi’s tattered maid outfit and some bloodstains at the entrance of the old monster’s lair.

At that point, she just needed to play the part of a terrified Pureblood princess who had narrowly escaped, crying and telling Long Jingyun that they had unfortunately encountered the terrifying master of the swamp. The brave maid “Xueqi,” in order to protect her, had been swallowed whole by the monster.

A loyal maid who died a tragic death in a monster’s maw.

A surviving princess who witnessed the tragedy and suffered immense psychological trauma.

The script was flawless.

Lin Fan released her Level 7 aura without any attempt to conceal it.

The terrifying aura, a mixture of the Dragon Clan’s majesty and the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox’s demonic strangeness, spread out like an invisible barrier.

Pfft… Hiss…

Within the swamp, the Level 5 and Level 6 Demonic Creatures that had been lurking in the shadows, drawn by the scent of flesh and blood, instantly recoiled in terror as if they had met their natural predator. They shrank back into the depths of the mire, not daring to make a sound.

Demonic Creatures that had cultivated to this level already possessed a fair amount of intelligence.

They could clearly discern that the being traversing the swamp at high speed was a top-tier predator they absolutely could not afford to provoke.

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Her journey was unimpeded.

At the same time, she hoped that Lu Yuan wouldn’t die so easily here.

In this godforsaken place, having one more person from Blue Star wasn’t a bad thing.

Although she wasn’t sure if that Lu Yuan was friend or foe, he was, at the very least, a chess piece she could use in the future.

Just as she ventured another dozen or so kilometers deeper.

Lin Fan’s figure came to an abrupt halt.

She stood atop a massive, dead tree, her eyes fixed gravely on the even denser gray-black fog ahead.

An indescribable sense of pressure, like a heavy mountain, slowly emanated from that direction.

It wasn’t a deliberately released pressure.

Its mere existence made the surrounding space feel viscous and stagnant.

Lin Fan felt her own vast Mental Strength become like a lone boat in a raging storm before this presence, compressed to its limit until even her perception grew hazy.

Found it.

Level 8.

Lin Fan did not advance further, nor did she have the slightest intention of disturbing that existence.

With her current strength, she might stand a chance against an early-stage Level 7 like Long Jingyun, but against a true Level 8 old monster, she probably wouldn’t even be enough for a snack.

She retracted all of her aura and drifted down from the treetop like a phantom. Carrying Long Wu, she silently slipped into a hidden, hollowed-out tree trunk.

The inside of the tree hollow was dry and dim.

She casually tossed Long Wu onto the ground.

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Time slowly ticked by as Lin Fan waited.

[Skin Crafting in progress… Time remaining: 2 minutes…]

She recalled the City Lord saying that the Level 8 Demonic Beast was also a Pureblood Dragon Clan member—a deranged Demonic Dragon.

A plan had already formed in Lin Fan’s mind.

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Meanwhile.

About twenty kilometers from the tree hollow where Lin Fan was hiding.

“Boom—!”

A thick pillar of black light and a blinding beam of white light collided violently in mid-air!

A terrifying storm of energy swept out in all directions, tearing up large swathes of the swamp and instantly vaporizing countless venomous insects and miasma.

“Hahahaha! Run! Why aren’t you running anymore!”

Long Jingyun floated in the air, a sick, crazed laugh on his face. His clothes were somewhat disheveled, and a trace of blood even hung at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes grew increasingly excited.

A hundred meters across from him, Lu Yuan’s figure emerged from the light. He clutched his chest with one hand, gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper.

“Damn it… what a lunatic…” Lu Yuan cursed under his breath.

He had thought that with his mid-tier Level 6 light-element abilities, even if he couldn’t win, escaping would be no problem.

But he never expected that this Pureblood Dragon Clan member was not only freakishly strong, but that bizarre black short sword of his could also lock onto his soul, making it impossible for him to completely break away.

“Your light doesn’t seem so bright anymore.”

Long Jingyun licked his lips, his eyes glinting with the playful cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse.

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“As the first person from another world that I, the Young Master, have met, I’ve decided… to grant you the most painful death.”

He slowly raised the soul-devouring energy-coated short sword in his hand. An even colder, more malevolent aura began to emanate from the blade.

Lu Yuan’s pupils shrank. He felt an unprecedented sense of mortal danger lock firmly onto him.

He knew he had reached his limit.

“Damn it… Chu Chen… looks like I’m going first…”

Lu Yuan gave a bitter smile, a hint of resolve flashing in his eyes.

He was preparing to detonate all the energy within his body to take this madman down with him!

However.

At that critical moment.

“ROAR—!!!”

A terrifying roar, as if from the primordial wilderness of ancient times, suddenly thundered from the deepest part of the swamp!

The roar was filled with endless fury and Tyranny, as if a slumbering monarch had his sweet dreams disturbed by a lowly ant!

The entire Death Swamp trembled violently under this roar!

Long Jingyun and Lu Yuan’s movements froze simultaneously.

They felt a terrifying pressure so immense it could freeze their very souls!

The crazed smile on Long Jingyun’s face instantly solidified, replaced by unprecedented shock and disbelief.

“Level… Level 8?!”