Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 328 – Fatherly Love and Filial Piety

In the Demonic Dragon Lair, the stench of mud mixed with the thick smell of blood.

Long Teng lay in Long Yi’s arms, his breath as faint as a thread.

His skin, corroded by poison, had turned as black as rotting flesh. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved that this man hadn’t completely gone cold yet.

“Everyone, step back! Don’t block the light!”

Lin Fan’s sharp shout carried more authority than the eighth-rank Golden Dragon standing nearby.

In her hand, she held a scalpel that gleamed with cold light, and her gaze became intensely focused in that moment.

At this instant, she was not the delicate Dragon Clan princess.

She was the surgeon Chen Yao.

Even with a different body, the memories of her advanced medical skills remained crystal clear.

Rip.

Without any hesitation, Lin Fan’s blade came down.

The already festered chest was precisely sliced open, revealing the heart beating at an extremely slow pace within, and a chest cavity missing a crucial Dragon Bone.

Without the support of the Dragon Bone, this man could not absorb external Spirit Energy to heal himself.

“Hiss…”

Long Yan beside her sucked in a sharp breath, his face twitching violently.

Even though he had seen life and death on the battlefield countless times, witnessing this kind of life-saving procedure that resembled butchering a pig still made his scalp crawl.

Lin Fan had no time to pay attention to the reactions of the two beside her.

She reached into the System Space and pulled out a bottle.

Inside was an Energy Potion specially refined for emergency situations, with a hundred times the intensity of ordinary Spirit Energy.

A hundred times the strength of the standard.

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“Whether you live or die is up to your own fate!”

Lin Fan muttered to herself.

Splash.

The entire bottle was poured directly onto Long Teng’s chest cavity.

Sizzle!

It was like cold water being thrown into a vat of boiling oil.

The black Soul-Devouring Poison that had clung to the wounds and internal organs like maggots burrowing into bone immediately emitted thick white smoke upon contact with the Energy Potion.

That malicious energy, seemingly originating from the depths of the soul itself, had met its natural enemy and began to recede frantically.

At the same time, the atrophied and necrotic flesh, nourished by the Energy Potion, began to grow and squirm at a visible rate.

Flesh buds interwove, bursting with vitality.

“What… what kind of potion is this?!”

Long Yi’s golden pupils contracted sharply.

Even the finest healing treasures in the Dragon Clan’s vault had never shown such immediate results.

Lin Fan didn’t explain. She grabbed the pitch-black eighth-rank Dragon Bone beside her.

Even separated from its owner’s body, this bone still radiated terrifying pressure and bone-chilling cold.

“Bear with it, old man.”

Lin Fan muttered softly, applying force with both hands as she forcibly shoved the Dragon Bone in.

Crack! Crack!

That was the crisp sound of bone being forced apart.

Long Teng, who had been unconscious, suddenly stiffened, and a guttural scream that didn’t sound human tore from his throat.

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“AHHH——!!”

The searing pain jolted him awake instantly, then knocked him unconscious just as quickly.

Long Yan beside them, his eyes bloodshot, clenched his fists so hard his knuckles cracked.

He stared intently at Lin Fan’s blood-stained hands, and in his mind, he recalled that dark underground cavern from before.

Back then, he had been unconscious and had no idea what had happened.

But now, as a bystander witnessing this bloody and brutal process firsthand, he finally understood just how much pain that woman had endured for his sake.

Forcibly tearing out her own bone, then shoving it into his body.

That kind of pain—he dared not imagine!

“Ning Shuang…”

If Lin Fan knew what this foolish kid was thinking right now, he’d probably burst out laughing.

The surgery continued.

The suturing needle in Lin Fan’s hands moved so fast it was nothing but a blur.

The rejection reaction from the Grade 8 Dragon Bone was extremely violent—it was like a ferocious beast trying to break free from this frail Grade 7 body.

But under the domineering life force of the Energy Potion Concentrate suppressing it, combined with Lin Fan’s practically artistic vascular and neural connection techniques…

In the end, it had no choice but to lower its noble head and begin fusing with Long Teng’s flesh and blood.

Black energy spread along the blood vessels, and over Long Teng’s originally pallid skin, a faint layer of black scale patterns began to emerge.

His vital signs stabilized.

Not only stabilized—they were even… stronger than before!

“Phew…”

Lin Fan let out a long breath and casually tossed the blood-stained gloves aside.

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Done.

As long as this old geezer woke up, he’d be an ultra-powerful sword master with soul-devouring abilities.

This deal was a massive win.

She stood up, shook out her slightly sore wrist, and swept her gaze over the two men standing there like wooden posts.

“What are you staring at? Never seen a beautiful woman perform surgery before?”

Lin Fan rolled her eyes, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.

Long Yi snapped back to reality, casting a complicated look at Lin Fan before slowly turning his gaze to Long Yan standing nearby.

In that moment, the air was so still that only the rustling of the wind could be heard.

One big, one small.

Two Five-Clawed Golden Dragons.

Though one was in human form and the other in a state of Semi-Dragonification, the contours of their faces, the stubbornness and arrogance radiating from the very marrow of their bones—it was like looking into a mirror.

The resonance of bloodline formed an invisible bridge between them.

No need for blood oaths to confirm kinship, no need for any verbal proof.

That sense of closeness born from the depths of the soul couldn’t lie.

The muscles on Long Yi’s rugged, weathered face twitched slightly.

He looked at this young man before him—covered in wounds yet standing with his spine straight as an arrow—and deep within his eyes surged guilt and an emotion called “pride.”

“Good lad…”

Long Yi’s voice was hoarse, as if a stone were lodged in his throat.

He reached out that large hand covered in thick calluses, intending to pat Long Yan’s shoulder, but stopped mid-air, as if afraid the blood and grime on his hand would dirty the other.

“You’ve grown up.”

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A thousand words ultimately condensed into just these three.

Long Yan said nothing.

He looked at the man before him, towering like a mountain.

Grievance, resentment, excitement, relief… countless emotions surged within his chest, making his nose sting with acidity.

He wanted to ask, “Why weren’t you here all these years?” He wanted to ask, “Do you have any idea how hard things were for me?”

But when he saw the guilt flickering in Long Yi’s eyes, all the words got swallowed back down.

Between men, sometimes there’s no need for so much sentimental dialogue.

Long Yan sniffled and turned his head to the side, refusing to let the tears fall. But the back he’d held so rigidly straight relaxed just a little.

“I think so too.”

Long Yan replied in a muffled voice.

Though it was only four words, they instantly caused Long Yi’s taut face to bloom into a smile brighter than the sun itself.

His heavy hand came down, landing squarely on Long Yan’s shoulder.

Thump!

The force was considerable—it stung Long Yan’s wounds, making him grimace and bare his teeth.

“As long as you’re not dead, that’s what matters!”

Long Yi laughed heartily, the sound of his laughter shaking the very mud around them.

Lin Fan stood off to the side, watching this little drama of “a loving father and a devoted son,” the corner of his mouth twitching.

These two… were they really acknowledging each other like this?

And from now on, where would that leave the family hierarchy…