Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 330 – The Depth of the Ever-Changing Witch

“Ha! What a lad!”

Long Yi’s laughter was still echoing over the swamp when Lin Fan stepped forward, interrupting this touching scene of father and son reuniting.

“Both of you.”

Lin Fan’s voice carried a hint of calm. On that tear-stained face, there was no joy—only heavy concern.

“Now is not the time for celebration.”

Long Yi’s laughter stopped abruptly. He turned to look at his niece, who had been weeping like a pear blossom in the rain just moments ago, yet now seemed like a completely different person.

Long Yan also reined in his surging emotions and looked at Lin Fan.

“What’s wrong?” Long Yan asked.

“Third Elder is dead now.” One sentence from Lin Fan sent the atmosphere plummeting to freezing point.

“He died within Border Dragon City’s territory, beneath Father’s blade. That is an indisputable fact.”

Lin Fan’s gaze swept across the three people present.

“Father is now gravely wounded and unconscious. Uncle, although you’ve regained your sanity, your strength is far from its peak. Brother Long Yan, you… are still too weak.”

Every word was like a bucket of cold water poured over Long Yi and Long Yan’s hearts.

The hope and joy that had just kindled within them were swiftly extinguished by the cruel reality.

“The Council of Elders is no fool. The fall of an eighth-rank elder is enough to provoke their fury. Soon, they will send people—or even come themselves—to investigate Border Dragon City.”

Lin Fan took a deep breath and raised the most critical question.

“When that time comes, how do we explain ourselves?”

Long Yi’s brows knitted tightly, his face so dark it could drip water.

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He had spent his life on the battlefield, skilled in charging into formation, not in handling such tangled webs of schemes and conspiracies.

Lin Fan read his expression and understood in her heart.

These brutes who only knew how to speak with their fists were the easiest to manipulate.

She immediately put on a look of panic and unease, grabbing Long Yi’s arm, her voice trembling.

“By the way, what about Fifth Elder? Elder Long Xuan! She came with Long Jingtian and Father—where did she go?”

Hearing the name “Long Xuan,” a flicker of confusion passed across Long Yi’s resolute face.

He thought hard, but at the time his mind had been clouded, his memories nothing but fragmented pieces.

“Earlier, my consciousness was hazy… I vaguely recall… a woman escaping.”

Long Yi’s voice was uncertain.

“At the time, I only wanted to kill Long Jingtian and didn’t pay much attention to anyone else. She must have taken advantage of the chaos to flee.”

As he said this, Long Yi’s expression turned extremely grim.

“Damn it!”

“Long Xuan is the biological sister of Grand Elder Long Zhan! With Long Jingtian dead here, she will surely go to Long Zhan and embellish the story to accuse us!”

“That old bastard Long Zhan is fiercely protective of his own. With his sister injured, he will definitely come to Border Dragon City in person to demand answers!”

Grand Elder Long Zhan.

That name pressed down on everyone’s hearts like a mountain.

He was a powerhouse from the same era as the Dragon Emperor himself.

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If he came in person, not even Long Yi at his peak—let alone the Long Yi of now—would be guaranteed to come out on top.

“We have to think of something.” Long Yan gritted his teeth, pacing anxiously on the spot.

“We can’t just sit here and wait for death.”

“I’ve already thought of a plan.”

Lin Fan’s calm voice rang out again, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

She looked at Long Yan, then at Long Yi, and spoke with clear logic.

“First, we must present a unified story to the outside world.”

“Brother Long Yan, carry Father on your back right now and take the city guards from the swamp’s perimeter back with you. Tell them… that Third Elder Long Jingtian, in his efforts to eradicate the Fallen Magic Dragon, tragically perished alongside it, and that City Lord Long Teng, in protecting the elder, was gravely wounded and remains unconscious to this day.”

This explanation accounted for Long Jingtian’s death while casting Long Teng as a loyal hero who protected his elder—and perfectly removed both Long Yi and Lin Fan from any involvement in the incident.

“Alright, I understand.” Long Yan nodded firmly. Though impulsive, he was no fool and immediately grasped Lin Fan’s intent.

“And what about you two?” Long Yan asked.

“Us?” A meaningful smile curled at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips. “We’ll naturally slip back to the City Lord’s residence in secret. After all, Uncle, you were the leader of the Resistance Army fifteen years ago, and I… am merely an innocent, spoiled princess. Neither of us can afford to be connected to this matter in any way.”

Long Yi gazed at his niece before him—calm in crisis, meticulous in thought—his eyes filled with both admiration and astonishment.

This girl was nothing like Qingyue.

Qingyue was kind, gentle.

But this one—she was composed, decisive, with a streak of ruthlessness running through her very bones.

Just as they prepared to split up and go their separate ways.

Long Yi suddenly reached out and stopped Lin Fan, who was about to turn away.

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“Wait.”

His golden vertical pupils locked onto Lin Fan with intense focus, his brows furrowed deeply.

An overwhelming, vast dragon might descended like an invisible net, instantly enveloping Lin Fan.

Lin Fan’s heart tightened, but outwardly she remained composed, merely looking up at him with an innocent expression.

“Uncle, what’s wrong?”

Long Yi said nothing, but the shock in his eyes only deepened, tinged with disbelief.

“You…”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he forced out the words.

“Seventh-level mid-stage?!”

At those words, Long Yan beside him also shot his eyes wide open, as if he’d heard something utterly impossible.

“What?!”

Long Yan rushed over in a single stride, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief.

“You… you’re also at seventh-level mid-stage?”

He had always believed that awakening the Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline made him an unparalleled genius among the younger generation.

But now, this younger cousin—who appeared several years his junior and had always only displayed sixth-level early-stage strength—her true power had actually reached seventh-level mid-stage?

How was that possible!

Long Yi paid no attention to Long Yan’s outburst. His palm pressed against Lin Fan’s forehead.

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A more refined surge of bloodline power extended outward, carefully probing Lin Fan’s body.

Though Lin Fan’s body carried the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life, she had activated the Myriad-Change Witch to transform into Long Wu. Everything she outwardly displayed—appearance, bloodline, even DNA and genetic cells—was completely that of Long Wu herself.

Such was the depth of the system-produced Myriad-Change Witch!

The pure bloodline aura originating from Long Qingyue could not be faked.

The moment Long Yi’s bloodline power touched Lin Fan, an indescribable sense of kinship surged through him.

Yes.

This was the feeling.

This was the only bloodline his sister Qingyue had left in this world.

Long Yi slowly withdrew his power, and the look in his eyes as he regarded Lin Fan changed completely.

Shock, confusion, ecstasy, hope…

Countless emotions interwove within his gaze.

A mere eighteen-year-old at seventh-level mid-stage.

Such talent—even he, in his prime, could never have hoped to match it!

He glanced at his son Long Yan, who was still standing there in a daze, then looked at the niece before him who had brought him such boundless surprise.

In that moment, the heart of Long Yi, which had lain dormant for fifteen years, once again blazed with fierce fire.

He could almost see it—in the not-too-distant future, two golden dragons, one on each side, flanking an even more powerful presence, charging up to the Dragon Emperor Hall and dragging those haughty Pureblood Dragon Clan members down from their pedestals, one by one.

“Excellent! Truly excellent!”