Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 229 – Performing Skills

The air in the study seemed to have solidified into cement, so heavy it was suffocating.

Long Teng pushed the door open but didn’t enter right away. Instead, he stepped aside to clear a path.

Immediately after, a figure clad in a dark gold robe walked in.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be around fifty, with a sinister face, high cheekbones, and a pair of narrow eyes that betrayed no emotion.

But the aura emanating from him was several times more terrifying than that of Long Teng, who stood behind him.

Early eighth-rank.

The Third Elder of the Pureblood Dragon Clan’s Council of Elders, Long Jingtian.

He was also the biological father of Long Jingyun, the one whose heart Lin Fan had ripped out with a single claw, who had died in the swamp.

Lin Fan was sitting on a chair, her legs, clad in black pantyhose, had been swinging idly. The moment she saw the newcomer, they stopped.

She felt the muscles in Long Yan’s body beside her tense up instantly, like a fully drawn bow on the verge of snapping.

Although Long Yan concealed it well, the urge within him to tear the man before him to shreds was clearly transmitted into Lin Fan’s mind through fluctuations in his Mental Strength.

“Calm down, you idiot.”

Lin Fan cursed inwardly, but her face instantly switched to a different expression.

She shot to her feet, the rims of her eyes turning red at a visible rate. She looked like a child who had suffered a great injustice and finally saw her family, yet she also carried a hint of fear towards a strange, powerful figure, shrinking her neck timidly.

“Father…”

Seeing his daughter’s appearance, Long Teng’s heart also began to pound.

He closed the door and, bracing himself, made the introduction. “Wu’er, this is your Third Grand-Uncle, Elder Long Jingtian.”

Grand-Uncle? Lin Fan was taken aback. How did the Dragon Clan’s seniority work?

She called Long Jingyun “brother,” but she had to call his father “grand-uncle”?

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But she quickly came to terms with it. For a long-lived race like the Dragon Clan, it was normal for there to be a hundred-year age gap within the same generation.

They didn’t really care about seniority. Calling him “grand-uncle” was purely out of respect for his status as an elder.

“Greetings, Third Grand-Uncle,” Lin Fan’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

Long Jingtian ignored her greeting.

His sinister eyes were fixed on Lin Fan, as if trying to see through her physical form and into her soul.

An invisible mental pressure surged toward Lin Fan like a tidal wave.

“Long Wu.”

Long Jingtian’s voice was hoarse, like two rusty iron plates grinding against each other. “Jingyun is dead.”

It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Lin Fan’s body trembled violently, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.

She subconsciously hid behind Long Yan, as if he were a harbor that could shelter her from the storm.

“I… I know.”

“How did he die?” Long Jingtian took a step forward. The terrifying pressure instantly skyrocketed, and the mahogany floor of the entire study emitted a groaning “creak” as if unable to bear the load.

“Third Elder!” Long Teng hurriedly spoke up. “Little Wu was frightened, please don’t…”

“Shut up.” Long Jingtian shot Long Teng a cold glance. “I want to hear her tell it.”

Lin Fan took a deep breath, as if mustering all her courage.

She peeked out from behind Long Yan, her voice choked with sobs, yet laced with gritted teeth.

“It was that monster… that monster in the swamp…”

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“Brother Jingyun said he was going to catch a spy and insisted on going deep into the Swamp of Death. In the end… in the end, that spy was just bait! He led us to that monster’s lair!”

As Lin Fan spoke, she gestured with her hands, her eyes filled with terror.

“It was a black and red demonic dragon… so big, taller than the city walls! In one bite… in one bite, it ate that maid of Brother Jingyun’s! To save her, Brother Jingyun charged forward to fight it to the death…”

At this point, Lin Fan’s tears rolled down at the perfect moment, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her white knit sweater. She was a picture of heartbreaking beauty, evoking pity in all who saw her.

“And then?” Long Jingtian remained expressionless.

“And then… and then Brother Jingyun was hit by the monster’s black light and fell into the swamp…” Lin Fan covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably. “I wanted to save him, but that monster was too strong… If it weren’t for Long Yan, I wouldn’t have made it back either…”

This was the script Lin Fan had rehearsed in her mind countless times.

Nine parts truth, one part lie.

There was indeed an eighth-rank demonic dragon in the swamp, and Long Jingyun had indeed died in that vicinity.

Long Jingyun did indeed have a relationship with Long Xueqi that was different from that of a typical master and servant.

The only lie was that the knife that did the killing was in her hand.

Long Jingtian fell silent.

His sinister eyes lingered on Lin Fan for a long time, as if trying to determine the truth of her words.

After a long while, he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Long Yan, who was shielding Lin Fan.

Just one glance.

Long Jingtian’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Who are you?”

Long Yan didn’t speak, merely staring fixedly at Long Jingtian.

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Complex emotions churned within his pure gold vertical pupils.

This was his enemy.

Back when Long Ao had dug out his Dragon Bone, the so-called Council of Elders of the Pureblood Dragon Clan, as Long Ao’s backers, not only did not stop it but tacitly approved of it all.

Now, meeting his enemy, his eyes were exceptionally red with hatred.

But he couldn’t make a move.

Because he knew clearly that in his current state, he was no match for an eighth-rank expert.

If he attacked, not only would he fail to get revenge, but he would also implicate Long Wu beside him.

“I’m asking you a question!” Long Jingtian snorted coldly, and a wave of energy slammed into Long Yan.

Bang!

Long Yan’s figure didn’t move, but the floor beneath his feet instantly shattered into dust.

He had taken the hit head-on without even frowning. Instead, he straightened his spine, like an unbending spear that would rather break than yield.

“My name is Long Yan.”

His voice was icy, neither servile nor overbearing.

Long Jingtian narrowed his eyes, a trace of doubt flashing in their depths.

“Long Yan…” he murmured to himself, as if recalling something. “That name… and this aura…”

It was familiar.

Very familiar.

It felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, yet he couldn’t place it at all.

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As a member of the Council of Elders, he knew the geniuses of the clan’s younger generation like the back of his hand.

But in his memory, there was no such person.

What alarmed him even more was the concentration of the bloodline within this young man before him.

The faint pressure he exuded was actually purer than his, an eighth-rank expert!

That golden light, that sense of nobility originating from the depths of the soul…

This was definitely no ordinary Pureblood Dragon Clan member!

“Your bloodline…” Long Jingtian took a step forward, his gaze turning sharp. “Where did it come from? Who are your parents?”

The atmosphere in the study instantly tensed to the extreme.

Long Teng was already drenched in sweat on the side.

Although he didn’t know Long Yan’s true identity, he knew the kid’s origins were questionable.

If he was found to have some troublesome identity…

Just as Long Yan clenched his fists, preparing for a desperate fight.

A soft hand suddenly reached out from behind and took his.

Immediately after, Lin Fan’s voice, tinged with a bit of willfulness and a hint of pride, rang out.

“Third Grand-Uncle…”

Lin Fan walked out from behind Long Yan, boldly linking her arm with his, her entire body practically pressed against him.

“This is my man.”