Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 230 – Illegitimate Child

The air in the study seemed to solidify into liquid mercury, so heavy that every breath took all one’s strength.

Long Jingtian’s gaze was like two cold hooks, latched tightly onto Long Yan.

He ignored Lin Fan’s declaration, “This is my man,” and took a step forward.

Boom!

An invisible wave of energy erupted from him, instantly sweeping through the entire room.

The ancient books on the shelves rustled loudly, and a few fragile scrolls exploded directly into confetti.

Cold sweat trickled down Long Teng’s temples, but he didn’t dare wipe it away.

He knew this Third Elder’s temperament all too well: capricious and ruthlessly decisive.

“Your man?”

A mocking curve appeared on Long Jingtian’s lips, his voice hoarse and grating. “Long Wu, you may be willful, but your standards have always been high. This kid…”

He sized Long Yan up and down, the doubt in his eyes growing stronger.

If there were such a genius within the clan, he would have long been designated a core prodigy for cultivation. How could he possibly be unknown?

“Kid, I’ll ask you one more time.” Long Jingtian narrowed his eyes, and the Mental Strength of a level-eight powerhouse stabbed toward Long Yan’s mind like a tidal wave. “Who are your parents? Which branch are you from?”

Long Yan let out a muffled grunt, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But he did not retreat.

Within his pure gold vertical pupils, an untamable flame burned.

He stared deathly at Long Jingtian, as if to carve this face into his very bones.

It was these people.

High and mighty, viewing the branch families as nothing more than weeds.

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When Long Ao had dug out his Dragon Bone back then, where were these elders?

“I have no parents,” Long Yan gritted out, each word seemingly squeezed from between his teeth. “I’m an orphan.”

“An orphan?” Long Jingtian sneered, clearly unconvinced. “An orphan with a bloodline like this? Do you take me for a three-year-old?”

The killing intent in Long Jingtian’s eyes grew more intense, and the destructive aura unique to a level-eight powerhouse locked onto Long Yan.

If he made a move, Long Yan would surely die.

Just then, Lin Fan moved.

Not only did she not hide, but she let go of Long Yan’s arm and strode right up to Long Jingtian.

“Third Grand-uncle!”

Lin Fan planted her hands on her hips, her delicate little face filled with impatience, even tinged with the annoyance of an elder prying into her private affairs.

“What do you think you’re doing? Interrogating a criminal?”

Long Jingtian’s brow furrowed, and the terrifying pressure emanating from him receded slightly, but his gaze remained icy. “Wu’er, I’m helping you vet him. This kid’s origins are unknown, yet his bloodline is so pure. There must be a problem.”

“What problem could there be?” Lin Fan rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with self-assurance. “Third Grand-uncle, you’ve been cooped up in the clan lands for too long. Have you forgotten what those old geezers in our Dragon Clan are like?”

Long Jingtian was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

Lin Fan pouted, holding up her fingers and counting them off one by one.

“The First Elder had a fling over by the Western Sea in his youth, right? I heard his illegitimate children over there could form a whole village.”

“The Fifth Elder is even more outrageous. They say he had some ambiguous dealings with the Peacock Clan over there.”

“And the Seventh Elder…”

“Ahem, ahem!” Long Teng, standing to the side, began coughing violently, desperately trying to signal his daughter with his eyes.

My little ancestor! Are these things you can say to his face?

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Long Jingtian’s expression also turned a bit strange, his aggressive momentum instantly broken.

But Lin Fan continued as if she hadn’t seen a thing. “How many romantic debts did our Pureblood Dragon Clan elders rack up outside in their youth? Long Yan grew up wandering outside and has never returned to the clan lands. Isn’t it perfectly normal that you don’t know him?”

She turned around and wiped the blood from the corner of Long Yan’s mouth with a pained expression, then looked back at Long Jingtian, her tone carrying a hint of complaint.

“I had such a hard time finding someone with such a pure bloodline out there. I was planning to bring him back as a surprise for Dad and cultivate him into an asset for our Dragon Clan. But you? The first thing you do is yell about beating and killing.”

“If you break him, are you going to compensate me with another man who’s this obedient and powerful?”

Her words were delivered with righteous indignation, even carrying a hint of the arrogance and selfishness unique to the Pureblood Dragon Clan.

Long Jingtian fell silent.

He looked at Lin Fan’s spoiled and willful demeanor, then at Long Yan’s expression, which, though furious, was clearly that of someone who had been “tamed.”

Logically, it made sense.

Indeed, the Dragon Clan was lustful by nature.

The probability of two Pureblood Dragons producing offspring was pitifully low.

Therefore, to continue their lineage, most Pureblood Dragons would mate with other races during their travels.

If a child with Bloodline Regression was born as a Pureblood Dragon, they would be brought back to the ancestral lands to be raised personally. If they were just an ordinary branch family member, they would be raised by servants.

Those elders, including himself in his youth, had sown their fair share of wild oats outside.

Long Jingyun was a seed he had planted during his travels. Because of his astonishing bloodline talent, he had been brought back to the ancestral lands to be raised personally.

Some illegitimate children didn’t show a strong bloodline at birth and were left to wander, awakening their bloodline on their own. Although rare, such things were not unheard of.

Moreover, while the aura on Long Yan was pure, it lacked the traces of systematic cultivation. Instead, it exuded a savage ferocity born from untamed growth.

This fit the profile of a “wandering illegitimate son” very well.

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“Hmph.”

Long Jingtian snorted coldly, finally dissipating his terrifying pressure.

The air in the study began to flow again.

Long Teng let out a long sigh of relief, feeling his back was already soaked through.

“Since he is the man you’ve chosen, I won’t say any more.” Long Jingtian clasped his hands behind his back, his cold gaze sweeping over Long Yan. “However, kid, since you’ve entered the gates of my Pureblood Dragon Clan, you will abide by the rules. If I find you harboring any dissent…”

He didn’t finish, but the cold glint that flashed in his sinister eyes said it all.

Long Yan lowered his head to hide the killing intent in his eyes and said nothing.

Lin Fan quickly smoothed things over, linking her arm with Long Jingtian’s and cooing, “Oh, Third Grand-uncle, don’t you worry. This fool is very obedient. He doesn’t listen to anyone but me.”

Long Jingtian discreetly pulled his arm away, unswayed by Lin Fan’s affectionate gesture.

His mind was now completely consumed by his son’s death.

“Enough.” Long Jingtian turned to the window, his gaze fixed on the gray, hazy sky to the west. That was the direction of the Swamp of Death.

“I will personally investigate Jingyun’s matter.”

His voice grew deep, laced with a heart-stopping scent of blood.

“That level-eight Fallen Demon Dragon… I will personally skin it, pull out its dragon tendons, and offer them to Jingyun’s spirit in heaven.”

At this, he whipped his head around, his eyes locking onto Lin Fan and Long Yan once more.

This glance was no longer a test, but a naked warning.

“You two had better pray this matter was truly just an accident.”

“If I find out that Jingyun’s death has even the slightest connection to you…”

Lin Fan’s body trembled at the right moment, her small face turning deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror.

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“Third… Third Grand-uncle, what are you saying… Big Brother Jingyun was so good to me, how could I…”

“It had better be so.”

Long Jingtian gave her a deep look and said no more.

With a flicker of his form, he instantly transformed into a streak of black light, shattered the window, and shot into the sky.

Boom!

A sonic boom echoed from the heavens.

The black light, carrying a monstrous rage and killing intent, streaked straight toward the Swamp of Death.

Only when that terrifying aura had completely vanished from their senses did the tense atmosphere in the study finally collapse.

“Phew…”

Long Teng plopped down onto a chair. He picked up a teacup from the table, but his hand trembled so violently that tea sloshed all over the surface.

“Scared the hell out of me…”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead without any regard for his image, his expression complex as he looked at Lin Fan and Long Yan.

“You two little rascals, you’ve really got some nerve!”

Long Teng pointed at Long Yan, his finger trembling. “Especially you! If it weren’t for Little Wu’s quick thinking, you’d be a corpse right now!”

Long Yan stood silently in place, his fists cracking.

Killing Hu Lie in Azurewood City had made him slightly complacent.

Now, facing the powerlessness he felt against a level-eight powerhouse, he didn’t even have the right to resist.

The obsession to become stronger once again flooded his mind.