Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 329 – The Truth of Those Years

Ignoring the father-son moment between the two dragons, Lin Fan was still focused on her cheap father’s condition.

After the Dragon Bone was transplanted into his body, Long Teng’s body, which had been like a leaking sieve, suddenly seemed to find its backbone.

Combined with the pure energy of the Holy Water that Lin Fan had just poured into Long Teng’s body.

It instantly trapped the cold and tyrannical Soul-Devouring Power tightly in place, then slowly merged it into the Dragon Bone, transforming it into Long Teng’s own power.

“Father is out of danger for now.”

Lin Fan looked up, her eyes still red, her voice carrying just the right amount of sobbing.

“But the rejection reaction to this Dragon Bone is too strong. He’ll need at least ten to fifteen days of unconsciousness before it fully integrates.”

Long Yi and Long Yan both breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Ten to fifteen days was fine—as long as he didn’t die, everything else could be dealt with.

She wiped away her tears and immediately put on a wary and suspicious expression, looking up at Long Yi with a trembling voice.

“Who exactly are you? You were clearly that Fallen Magic Dragon, and not long ago you nearly killed Brother Long Yan! How could you suddenly… suddenly…”

Hearing this, Long Yan also jerked his head up to look at Long Yi, his eyes filled with probing and suppressed excitement.

He had grown up being raised by various people, never knowing who his biological father was.

Although the undeniable resonance of bloodline from earlier had already explained everything, he still wanted to hear the answer with his own ears.

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Long Yi fell silent.

On that rugged, rough-hewn face, a trace of complex bitterness surfaced.

“My name is Long Yi.” He looked at Long Yan, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his voice came out hoarse. “Fifteen years ago, I was the leader of the Collateral Dragonkin Resistance Army… and also your, father.”

The air seemed to freeze.

Long Yan’s fists clenched suddenly, his knuckles letting out faint cracking sounds.

He stared hard at Long Yi, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes reddened in an instant.

“Leader of the Collateral Dragonkin Resistance Army?” Long Yan’s voice trembled severely. “That was the… the rebellion that nearly wiped out the Pureblood Dragon Clan?”

“Yes.” Long Yi nodded, his gaze so open and honest it held not a trace of impurity.

“I refused to accept it.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it sounded like anger squeezed from deep within his chest. “Why should it be that when we share the same Dragon Bloodline, they are born to stand above us, treating us like ants and cannon fodder they can trample at will? Why?!”

“So I entrusted you, just born, to someone I could trust, then quietly gathered strength and raised the Resistance Army. Until fifteen years ago, I led three thousand brothers who refused to kneel any longer, and charged into the Dragon Emperor Hall.”

Lin Fan listened quietly from the side, a flicker passing through her eyes.

This piece of hidden history had never been mentioned by Long Teng in Long Wu’s memories.

It seemed the internal conflicts of the Dragon Clan ran deeper than she had imagined.

“What happened next?” Long Yan asked through gritted teeth, every word seeming to be forced out from between his teeth.

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“After that… I lost.” Long Yi gave a bitter smile. “That old bastard, Grand Elder Long Zhan, was too strong. And then there was that nine-tier Dragon Emperor who had always sat steadily on the high throne… Three thousand brothers, all of them died so I could escape.”

“I escaped with the last breath I had. It was Qingyue… the mother of you, little girl Wu’er, who hid me in this Death Swamp.”

As he spoke, Long Yi’s golden pupils dimmed.

“She said the miasma here could conceal my aura. But I was wounded too severely. My mind grew foggier with each passing day, until in the end… I became that monster that knew nothing but killing.”

Long Yan’s throat bobbed.

He never imagined that the Fallen Magic Dragon, whose careless blast of Dragon Breath had nearly pierced him through when startled, was actually his own biological father.

“So how did you recover?” Lin Fan immediately interjected. She had to steer the conversation toward herself and deepen this “debt of gratitude.”

Long Yi turned to look at her, and in those golden pupils, a tenderness he couldn’t conceal flickered past.

“Because of you.”

“Me?” Lin Fan paused at just the right moment, feigning confusion.

“Yes.” Long Yi nodded, his voice softening considerably. “At that time, I had completely lost my mind. All I wanted was to slaughter every Pureblood Dragon Clan member in sight. But the moment I saw you… my memories, which had lain dormant for over a decade, suddenly awakened.”

“You look… too much like your mother, Long Qingyue.”

Long Yi’s voice grew choked with emotion. “That face, those eyes… even the way you just shielded your father—it’s exactly like her.”

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Long Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, only clarity remained.

“It was your appearance that made me remember everything. It was instinct that made me stand in front of you, and it was in that moment that I finally suppressed the madness within me and became myself again.”

Well, well—so he’d mistaken her for someone else.

This convenient uncle was treating her as his deceased younger sister.

But… this was even better.

Having a peak Level Eight convenient uncle as a protective charm—the sense of security was absolutely off the charts!

“Uncle…” Lin Fan’s voice instantly took on a heavy sobbing tone as she threw herself directly into Long Yi’s granite-solid embrace. “Wuwuwu… all these years you’ve been alone in the swamp, you must have suffered so much…”

Long Yi’s towering frame stiffened for a moment, then that fan-like hand clumsily patted Lin Fan’s back.

“Not bitter at all.” His voice was deep and low. “As long as you’re all still alive, your uncle feels no bitterness.”

Long Yan stood off to the side, watching this scene of “uncle-nephew deep affection,” feeling as though something was violently lodged in his chest.

He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

From birth, he had believed himself to be a bastard child abandoned by both parents.

He had gritted his teeth and swallowed his pain, training with everything he had, just to prove he was no worse than anyone else.

But now, someone was telling him—

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His father was the legendary hero who had nearly toppled the Pureblood Dragon Clan’s rule.

The name that all Collateral Dragonkin still sang praises of to this day.

“Do you… resent me?” Long Yi’s voice suddenly rang out. He looked at Long Yan, and in those golden pupils, a rare trace of guilt and unease appeared. “All these years, I wasn’t able to be by your side… and you suffered so much injustice because of it.”

Long Yan was silent for a long time.

So long that Lin Fan thought this foolish boy was about to stage a melodramatic scene of “father and son turning against each other.”

Finally, he raised his head, those golden eyes blazing with startling intensity.

“Why would I resent you?”

He stepped forward, looking directly into his father’s eyes.

“I only resent that I’m not strong enough—that I can’t personally slay our enemies!”

“I only resent those Pureblood Dragon Clan members who look down on us from their lofty heights. One day, I’ll make them pay blood for blood!”

Long Yi looked at the son standing before him with his spine straight and proud, looked at the unvarnished killing intent and ambition burning in his eyes—and in that moment, all his guilt and unease transformed into unparalleled pride.

He burst into laughter, the sound so powerful it made the entire swamp tremble.

“Excellent! What a fine son!”