Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 223 – Ten Thousand Souls Banner

Long Yan’s handsome face was now filled with determination and resolve.

Seeing his “I’d go through hell and high water for my love” expression, Lin Fan was blooming with joy internally.

A Son of Heaven, wasn’t a little motivation from love necessary for him to grow strong?

She teased him a few more times, watching him blush from the tips of his ears to his neck, looking flustered and unsure of how to respond, before she let him off the hook in satisfaction.

Lin Fan stretched lazily, then crossed her legs in a very unladylike manner. She lifted a foot clad in black silk and studied her toes with great interest.

Long Yan’s gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it.

In his memory, whether it was Ning Shuang or those lofty Pureblood Dragon Clan princesses, they were always dignified and elegant.

But the “Long Wu” before him was completely different.

Her every move exuded a kind of… casualness and vitality he had never seen before.

She didn’t have the airs of a princess at all; instead, she was more like… a mischievous imp.

This stark contrast, far from making him find her crude, was instead… charming in its own unique way.

“What are you looking at?”

Lin Fan noticed his gaze and, thinking he was judging her with disgust, raised an eyebrow.

She lifted her leg directly, thrusting her foot, wrapped in a black stocking, right under Long Yan’s nose.

“Smell it! It doesn’t stink at all! It’s fragrant!”

A scent, a mixture of a young woman’s natural fragrance and a faint perfume, instantly rushed into Long Yan’s nostrils.

He froze completely, his mind went blank, and his cheeks, at a speed visible to the naked eye, once again became scorching hot.

“You… you…”

“Me what?” Lin Fan wiggled her foot smugly. “These are reinforced-toe stockings. They can lock in any sourness! Not to mention I smell so good!”

Long Yan averted his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at her anymore.

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Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Mi… Miss, we’ve come to change your bedsheets.”

A maid’s timid voice came from outside the door.

Only then did Lin Fan remember that Long Yan, covered in blood earlier, had soiled her expensive silk sheets.

She put on her shoes and walked over to open the door.

Two rabbit-kin girls in maid outfits stood at the entrance, their heads bowed and bodies trembling slightly. They were holding clean bedsheets, looking terrified.

In their memory, this Princess Long Wu’s temper was anything but good. She was spoiled and willful, prone to fits of anger at the slightest displeasure.

Seeing their frightened little rabbit-like appearance, Lin Fan had an idea.

Since she would be using Long Wu’s identity for a long time, it was only natural that she should have the people around her firmly in her grasp.

“Come in.”

Her voice was much softer than usual.

The two maids paused, hardly believing their ears, but still walked in cautiously.

When they saw Long Yan in the room, they shuddered in fright again, quickly lowering their heads and beginning to change the sheets with nimble hands.

“What are your names?” Lin Fan asked casually.

“Re… Replying to Miss, my name is Xiao Ya.”

“I… I’m Xiao Rou.”

The two girls answered nervously.

“Mm, your names are quite nice,” Lin Fan smiled. “Don’t be so nervous, I’m not going to eat you.”

She walked to the wardrobe, sizing up the ornate and complex dresses inside, and continued speaking, “By the way, does this outfit I’m wearing look good?”

The two maids secretly glanced up before quickly lowering their heads again.

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Xiao Ya mustered her courage and said in a small voice, “It… It looks good, especially that… black thing on Miss’s legs…”

“These are called stockings.” As if by magic, Lin Fan produced a brand-new pair from her Storage Space. “Like them? They’re a gift for you, one pair each.”

The two rabbit-kin girls were completely dumbfounded.

A… A gift for us?

What was wrong with Her Highness the Princess today?

“Also,” Lin Fan’s gaze shifted to Long Yan by the bed, a wicked smile playing on her lips, “what do you think of my… future husband? Is he handsome?”

At this, the two girls grew bolder. They secretly peeked at Long Yan, then huddled together, whispering with flushed faces.

“So… so handsome…”

“And he’s so powerful…”

“He’s a perfect match for Miss!”

The atmosphere in the room instantly transformed from a tense freezing point to a girlish gossip session.

Long Yan sat to the side, listening to their discussion. His handsome face turned from dark to red, then from red to dark. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to lash out and could only pretend not to hear.

Soon, the sheets were changed.

“Miss, th… then we’ll take our leave,” Xiao Ya said respectfully, holding the dirty sheets.

“Go on,” Lin Fan waved her hand.

As if granted amnesty, the two girls fled the room.

Lin Fan watched their retreating figures, the corners of her mouth turning up.

Winning people over, for her, was practically an instinct carved into her very bones.

“Alright, your injuries are mostly healed. Go take a bath and change your clothes,” Lin Fan said to Long Yan. “My father probably won’t be back from the Elder Council for a few days. During this time, you’d best stay obediently in the City Lord’s Manor. It’s safest here.”

She summoned the butler and arranged a fine guest room for Long Yan.

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As Long Yan was about to leave, Lin Fan leaned against the doorframe and gave him a wink.

“Remember, you’ve knocked me up now, so you have to take responsibility for me.”

“You must play along with me. Otherwise, if my father finds out the truth, he’ll definitely cleave you in two with his sword.”

Long Yan’s steps faltered, and he nearly stumbled. Without looking back, he hurried away.

Watching his fleeing back, Lin Fan finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing with a “pfft.”

Teasing this kind of innocent Son of Heaven was far more interesting than fighting and killing.

The night was deep and silent.

Lin Fan lay on the large bed with its fresh sheets and closed her eyes.

Her Mental Strength traversed a vast distance, precisely connecting to a familiar Soul Imprint.

“Xiaoxiao.”

“Sister! Is that you, Sister!”

Su Xiaoxiao’s surprised and anxious voice immediately rang out in Lin Fan’s mind.

“It’s me.” Lin Fan succinctly recounted the events in Border Dragon City and explained her current identity.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Also, I’ve sent a Blue Star native named Lu Yuan to Azurewood City. He’s a level-six light-type, quite strong. Have him act as muscle for Su Yue to stabilize the situation in the city.”

“Also, have Su Yue keep the Slave Market running, and even expand its scale. I need a continuous supply of… materials.”

“Yes! Sister!” Su Xiaoxiao agreed without any hesitation.

After giving her instructions, Lin Fan severed the mental connection.

She opened her eyes, stared at the ornate ceiling, and silently called out in her mind.

“System.”

【What are the host’s instructions?】

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“If I want to merge the two Skins, Long Xueqi and Long Wu, what are the requirements?”

The system was silent for a moment.

【Detecting that the host possesses the Mythic-grade Skin ‘Long Wu’ and the Epic-grade Skin ‘Long Xueqi’.】

【The base success rate for simultaneous fusion is 0.01%.】

【Each Excellent-grade Skin consumed can increase the success rate by 1%. Skins below Excellent-grade cannot provide a success rate bonus.】

Lin Fan’s brow furrowed instantly.

An Excellent-grade Skin only adds 1%?

Didn’t that mean she needed a full one hundred Excellent-grade Skins to stack the success rate to 100%?

She had gone through so much trouble just to get over forty Excellent-grade Skins before.

And this was just for a Mythic-grade.

What about the Legendary-grade above Mythic, or even Eternal-grade?

Lin Fan’s expression gradually turned strange.

She was suddenly reminded of an ancient, evil magic artifact.

Refining that kind of wicked artifact required devouring thousands upon thousands of living souls.

This Skin System of hers…

Heh heh.

Lin Fan let out a cold, ambiguous laugh.

“Might as well not call it the Skin System.”

“Just call it the Myriad Souls Banner.”