Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 327 – If I Could Change Once, I Could Change Again

“Father!”

The moment Long Teng collapsed, Lin Fan dissolved her spiritualization and lunged forward like a bolt of lightning, catching the blood-soaked man in her arms.

Her hands met slick, slippery flesh.

It was the rotting tissue corroded by the Soul-Devouring Poison, blackening and festering at a visible rate.

“Waaah… Father, don’t scare me… don’t die…”

Lin Fan buried her face in Long Teng’s blood-caked chest, sobbing with heart-wrenching abandon.

Though in her mind, she was thinking: Old man, you’d better not kick the bucket right now.

That sword strike just now was too magnificent. A top-tier fighter who could kill above his level—if he died now, wouldn’t all her investment have gone straight down the drain?

“Wu… Wu’er…”

Long Teng struggled to open his eyes, his vision already blurring.

Looking at the tear-streaked face before him, his long-shattered heart felt a rare flicker of warmth.

It was worth it.

Fifteen years of humiliation and endurance—all worth it.

“Don’t… don’t cry…” Long Teng tried to raise his hand to wipe his daughter’s tears, but the moment his fingers moved, searing pain made him convulse involuntarily. “Your father… is fine… just a little… tired…”

A little tired?

This is practically ice-cold already!

“Let me see.”

A deep, resonant male voice suddenly sounded from above.

The next moment, an impossibly broad palm scooped Lin Fan aside like she weighed nothing.

Golden light condensed.

A towering figure nearly two meters tall appeared before them—a golden-haired giant with muscles knotted like granite. His upper body was bare, only a few golden dragon scales covering his vital points, every muscle seeming to contain the power to shatter mountains.

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It was Long Yi in human form.

Long Yi crouched down, and the moment his golden vertical pupils took in Long Teng’s horrific condition, a flicker of complex anguish passed through them.

He reached out and pressed his hand against Long Teng’s chest.

Pure, majestic Golden Dragon Qi surged in, trying to protect the last vestiges of Long Teng’s heart meridian.

But then—

A look of utter disbelief crossed Long Yi’s rugged, resolute face.

“Where’s your Dragon Bone?!”

He jerked his head up, staring hard at Long Teng, who was barely clinging to life.

“Where’s the Dragon Bone in your body?!”

Without a Dragon Bone, how in the world had he cultivated back to the peak of the seventh rank?

And how had he unleashed that sword strike that killed an eighth-rank opponent?

It defied all logic!

Hearing the words “Dragon Bone,” Long Teng’s dull, ashen eyes rippled slightly.

He let out a bitter laugh, black blood frothing from his mouth.

“Fif… fifteen years ago…”

“To protect Wu’er… I gave my Dragon Bone… to the Council of Elders…”

“That was… the price…”

Those few short words stunned everyone present.

Lin Fan’s sobbing halted abruptly, a strange glint flashing in her eyes.

Fifteen years ago, Long Qingyue had died, and Long Wu was still a babe in swaddling clothes.

To save his daughter, this man had ripped out his own most prized Dragon Bone with his bare hands and offered it to his wife’s murderer.

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Then, dragging his crippled body, he had stood guard in this sunless Border Dragon City for fifteen years.

Without a Dragon Bone, he couldn’t undergo Dragonization.

So he had trained his swordsmanship to the absolute limit using only his human form.

That sword strike just now—”Qingyue”—hadn’t been fueled by spiritual power. It was his very life, forged through fifteen years of day-and-night torment!

“You…”

Long Yi, a man built like an iron tower, found himself utterly speechless.

He opened his mouth, as if about to curse Long Teng for being a fool, but the words caught in his throat and refused to come out.

In the end, all that escaped was a heavy sigh.

“Without the Dragon Bone, the Soul-Devouring Poison has already reached the marrow… I can’t save you.”

Long Yi withdrew his hand, his voice laced with deep helplessness.

If it were an external wound, even with only a breath left, he could use Golden Dragon Qi to pull him back.

But Long Teng’s body was now a sieve full of holes—it couldn’t hold onto any vitality at all.

“I know…”

Long Teng’s voice grew fainter and fainter, his gaze beginning to blur. His focus slowly drifted away from Lin Fan’s face and toward the gray, overcast sky.

As if, somewhere up there, a woman in a white dress was waving at him.

“Long Yi… from now on… I entrust Wu’er to you…”

“Qingyue… I’m coming…”

In that instant, the Death Qi emanating from him reached its peak.

“Dragon Bone? Isn’t there one right here, ready to use?”

Before Lin Fan could speak, Long Yan beside him spoke up.

The foolish boy, covered in wounds, limped over.

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His eyes were red as he turned to look at Lin Fan, who was standing nearby in a state of “heartbroken grief.”

“My Dragon Bone! My Dragon Bone was reattached by you!”

Long Yan pointed at his own chest, his words rapid-fire like a machine gun. “Since you could transplant Long Ningshuang’s Dragon Bone into me, then you can definitely transplant Long Jingtian’s Dragon Bone into my father!”

The moment those words left his mouth—

Long Yi whipped his head around, his golden pupils locking onto Lin Fan with deadly intensity.

“You know the Bone Transfer Technique?”

Reattaching a Dragon Bone?

He’d never heard of such a thing!

Lin Fan’s eyelids twitched.

Well, well.

This idiot Long Yan had just blown her cover, hadn’t he?

But then…

Lin Fan’s tear-filled eyes casually flicked toward Long Jingtian’s headless corpse in the distance.

If she could dig out the Dragon Bone of a Rank 8 Powerhouse like Long Jingtian and install it into this cheap father of hers…

A future Rank 8 sword arts grandmaster?

This deal… seemed… doable?

And it was a massive profit!

With that thought, Lin Fan immediately put on a resolute expression.

She wiped the tears from her face in one swift motion, and her originally delicate aura shifted instantly, revealing a cold sharpness that made people take notice.

“I can do it!”

Just two words, but they landed with weight.

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“But I need materials.”

Lin Fan stood up, her gaze passing over Long Yi and pointing directly at the corpse in the distant mud pit that had already reverted to human form.

“Dig out that old bastard’s Dragon Bone for me!”

The entire scene fell dead silent.

Even Long Yi was stunned by the fierce words of his seemingly delicate niece.

“Good!”

Long Yi grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, his eyes brimming with undisguised admiration.

Just as expected of Qingyue’s daughter—decisive enough!

“Wait for me!”

Before the words even faded, Long Yi’s entire figure had already transformed into a streak of golden light shooting outward.

Just a few seconds later.

Accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, Long Yi came running back, holding a Dragon Bone that was pitch black like ink, radiating a terrifying pressure.

The bone was still wrapped in wisps of Soul-Devouring black qi—even an ordinary person getting close would have their mind corroded.

“This thing is potent. Can his current body withstand it?”

“Whether he can withstand it or not, he has to.”

Lin Fan took a deep breath and pulled a new set of surgical tools out of the System Space.

The gleaming, cold dissection knife looked even sharper than a killing sword.

She turned to look at Long Teng, who was on the ground on the verge of his last breath, and a strange arc curled at the corner of her mouth.

Old man, looks like you’re lucky to be alive.

Since you’ve boarded my ship, don’t even think about dying!