Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 212 – Perfect Stand-in

[Skin Crafting in progress… Time remaining: 1 minute…]

[Ding!]

[Skin Crafting successful!]

[Skin: Long Wu]

[Quality: Mythical]

[Talents: Intermediate Dragon Bloodline, Bloodline Affinity]

[Physique: 1876]

[Mental Strength: 867]

A flash of pleasant surprise appeared in Lin Fan’s eyes. A Mythical Skin! This was a whole tier higher than any Skin she had crafted before.

“Intermediate Dragon Bloodline… a Physique of 1876, and Mental Strength of 867…”

Lin Fan calculated silently. Compared to her main body’s stats, which were over five thousand, these numbers weren’t high. They were even pitifully low.

It could only be said that it barely reached the level of an early-stage sixth-level being.

It seemed that quality represented not just current power, but also limitless future potential.

A sixteen-year-old sixth-level member of the Pureblood Dragon Clan had a future beyond measure.

Back on Blue Star, a first-level Evolved being who had just awakened their abilities could craft an Excellent-grade Skin.

But on the Dragon Spirit Continent, one had to be at least second-level to achieve the same.

The reason lay in future potential. Blue Star humans could slowly condense crystal bones just by bathing in Spirit Energy, and their future potential was far greater than that of low-level races like the pigmen or rabbitmen.

[Ding! Detected that the host has crafted a Mythical Skin for the first time.]

[Unlocking higher Skin tiers: Legendary, Eternal.]

Lin Fan’s breath hitched slightly.

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He discovered that besides the Intermediate Dragon Bloodline, Long Wu also had a special talent: “Bloodline Affinity.”

With a thought, she examined this new ability.

[Bloodline Affinity: Able to fuse various bloodlines, greatly increasing compatibility. There is a chance to produce a new, unknown bloodline.]

A profound light flickered in Lin Fan’s eyes.

“Bloodline Affinity…” she repeated in a low voice as a bold idea surfaced in her mind.

What would happen if she fused Long Wu’s Pureblood Dragon Clan Bloodline with Long Xueqi’s Tyranny T-Rex Bloodline, and even the low-level Dragon Bloodline and Nine-tailed celestial fox bloodline her main body already possessed?

A completely new race?

An existence that transcended all other bloodlines?

Was this the reason Long Wu’s Skin was able to reach the Mythical grade?

And then there were the two newly unlocked tiers—Legendary, Eternal.

“Eternal… does that mean immortal?”

The word held a fatal attraction for her.

But now was not the time to ponder these things.

Lin Fan composed herself, her Mental Strength simulating the shape of massive dragon teeth and biting down hard on her own body.

“Crack!”

A sound like shattering bone seemed to echo in the air.

A huge, deep bite mark, as if she had been mauled by a giant dragon, instantly appeared on Lin Fan’s body, so deep that bone was visible.

At the same time, her maid outfit was torn in two, falling to the ground in a blood-soaked, tattered mess.

The immense pain, transformed by the “Tyranny” talent, instantly became an indescribable pleasure.

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Lin Fan gritted her teeth, a low hiss escaping her throat.

She quickly took off Long Xueqi’s Skin and stored it in her Storage Space.

Then, she picked up Long Wu’s Skin and gently put it on.

A brand-new sense of power surged through her entire body.

Although this body was not as powerful as her main one, the unique nobility and elegance of the Pureblood Dragon Clan made her feel an unparalleled sense of compatibility.

She was now the little princess of Border Dragon City from the Pureblood Dragon Clan—Long Wu.

Without taking time to adapt to this Skin, Lin Fan picked up the blood-stained maid outfit and shot out of the hollow tree like a phantom, sprinting toward the depths of the swamp where the eighth-level Demonic Dragon resided.

Soon, she arrived at the area where the oppressive aura was strongest.

The fog here was so thick it was almost tangible, and the air was filled with a suffocating, putrid stench.

Lin Fan carefully placed the bloody, tattered maid outfit on a massive, withered bone near the eighth-level Demonic Dragon’s lair.

The bone, appearing and disappearing in the fog, looked exceptionally sinister.

“This should do it.”

She took a few steps back and took a deep breath.

Her Mental Strength transformed into a giant hammer and slammed down hard on the eighth-level Demonic Dragon’s lair.

Boom—!

An invisible force, carrying a world-shaking might, instantly struck the deepest part of the swamp.

Although the force was weakened by the swamp’s thick fog and the eighth-level Demonic Dragon’s own aura, it was still an unbearable provocation for the slumbering Demonic Dragon.

“Roar—!”

A deafening roar, filled with endless fury and rage, erupted from the deepest part of the swamp!

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The entire Swamp of Death trembled. Mud churned, withered trees snapped, and countless venomous insects and miasmas were instantly dispersed.

Feeling the terrifying pressure from behind, Lin Fan’s lips curled into a cold arc.

“Perfect.”

She didn’t linger, instead bolting in the direction of Long Jingyun and Lu Yuan’s battle at top speed.

She needed to appear before Long Jingyun in the most “pathetic” state possible.

…

Meanwhile, twenty kilometers away.

“Eighth… eighth-level?!”

The wild laughter on Long Jingyun’s face instantly froze, replaced by an unprecedented horror.

That roar seemed to strike his very soul, making him feel a fear and submission that came from the depths of his bloodline.

“Who disturbed that eighth-level Demonic Dragon?” His face turned pale, and his body subconsciously took half a step back.

Lu Yuan seized the opportunity, transforming into a streak of white light and instantly creating distance between them.

Although he also felt the terrifying pressure, his understanding of eighth-level Demonic Creatures was nowhere near as deep as that of the Pureblood Dragon Clan.

At this moment, he only felt a chill run down his spine, his scalp tingling.

“Damn it!” Long Jingyun cursed. He knew Lu Yuan had already gotten far away.

But right now, all his attention was captivated by that roar.

“Roar—!”

Another roar, even more ferocious than the last, sounded. It seemed the eighth-level Demonic Dragon was completely enraged and was frantically venting its fury.

“It’s… it’s coming this way!” Long Jingyun’s face turned ashen.

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An eighth-level Demonic Creature. Although he had spoken of it with disdain and acted nonchalant back at the City Lord’s Manor, now that he was personally feeling its pressure, his legs couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Just then.

A slender figure, covered by the barrier of an Obstacle-Avoiding Pearl, stumbled out of the mist.

She was covered in mud, her clothes disheveled. Her long golden hair was matted with sweat and dirt, her cheeks were pale, and her eyes were red-rimmed. She looked utterly wretched.

“Brother Jingyun!”

Lin Fan threw herself into Long Jingyun’s arms, her body trembling violently from “fear.” Her voice, choked with sobs, was on the verge of breaking down.

“Sister Xueqi… Sister Xueqi, she… sob…”

Long Jingyun frowned, subconsciously pushing Long Wu away.

He hated it when women cried.

“What happened to Xueqi?”

“She… she was… eaten by a monster!” Lin Fan suddenly looked up, her golden eyes filled with terror and despair.

“We… we were just planning to wander around the swamp and hunt some low-level Demonic Creatures, but then… then a huge… a huge black shadow suddenly rushed out of the swamp!”

She pointed toward the depths of the swamp, her body still trembling uncontrollably.

“It… it was dozens of meters tall, covered in scales, and its eyes were red like fire… To protect me, Sister Xueqi was swallowed by it in one bite!”

Lin Fan’s performance was superb, with tears streaming down her face, as if she had truly experienced that horrific tragedy firsthand.

Long Jingyun’s expression instantly darkened.

“Dozens of meters tall? Covered in scales? Red eyes?” He whipped his head toward the depths of the swamp, where the terrifying pressure was now even clearer.

“That eighth-level fallen Demonic Dragon ate my toy…” he gritted out, a furious fire igniting in his eyes.

With a flash, his figure shot off in the direction of the oppressive aura.