Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 332 – Keep the Good Stuff for Oneself

The night wind in Border Dragon City carried moisture, mixed with the peculiar stench of the marsh.

Back in the backyard of the City Lord’s Mansion, Yui and Yuzuru had already been arranged by Lin Fan to look after Long Teng, who was still unconscious.

Lin Fan lowered her head and glanced at herself.

Her clothes were stained with dark red blood clots, some parts already stiff.

Long Jingtian’s blood, and also Long Teng’s blood.

Her psychological aversion to filth made her frown.

“Long Yan-ge.”

Lin Fan stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Long Yan, who had been following behind her like a wooden post.

Long Yan was also in a sorry state, his hair stuck together by blood and water.

Hearing Lin Fan call him, he instinctively straightened his posture.

“What’s wrong?”

“Doesn’t it feel uncomfortable being all sticky?”

Lin Fan pointed at the steaming hot spring pool not far away.

“Together?”

Long Yan’s expression instantly stiffened. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his gaze began to wander.

“N-no need. I’ll just rinse off outside.”

“What are you being so fussy about?”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of authority that brooked no argument.

“We’ve soaked together before. What’s the matter—now that you know I’m your sister, you’re getting shy?”

Long Yan’s face flushed crimson in an instant, the red spreading up from the base of his neck, clearly visible even in the dim lighting.

“That was… that was before I knew…”

Long Yan stammered, not knowing where to put his hands.

Before, the two had been “betrothed”—fake, yes, but at least there was a title to it.

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Now, with the truth revealed, she was his real, blood-related sister.

If they were to soak together now…

“What nonsense are you thinking about?”

Lin Fan let out a scoff, walked over, and directly grabbed Long Yan’s arm, applying a bit of force.

“The Dragon Clan doesn’t seem to have a rule against close-kin marriage, does it? Besides, I don’t even mind. A big man like you acting all shy—what does that look like?”

Long Yan tried to resist, but afraid of hurting her, he could only be dragged passively into the hot spring area.

“Splash—”

Lin Fan was straightforward about it.

Walking to the edge of the pool, right in front of Long Yan, she stripped off her clothes directly.

Her white camisole slipped down, revealing the undergarments beneath and skin made even fairer by the rising steam.

Long Yan spun around abruptly, turning his back to Lin Fan, breathing as heavily as a mortal who had just finished a marathon—not at all like a seventh-rank powerhouse.

“I have Ning Shuang!”

Long Yan gritted his teeth, as if using those words to steady his dao heart.

“You’re my sister!”

Behind him came the sound of entering the water, followed by Lin Fan’s contented sigh.

“Alright, turn around. I’m wrapped in a towel.”

Lin Fan’s lazy voice drifted over.

Long Yan cautiously turned his head.

In the hot spring pool, Lin Fan was indeed wrapped in a white towel.

Only, the soaked fabric clung tightly to her body, and that kind of tantalizing, see-through visual impact was far more lethal than being completely bare.

Long Yan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his chest. He grabbed a towel, stripped off his clothes in the shadows, wrapped the towel around himself, and jumped into the other end of the pool.

The two sat facing each other across the hazy veil of steam.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

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Lin Fan leaned against the pool wall, her long, slender legs gently swaying beneath the water, sending ripples across the surface.

She tilted her head, studying this “brother” who sat so rigidly upright.

This kid’s composure was really something.

Or rather—the act she’d put on when playing Long Ningshuang had been so intense that Long Yan would never be able to get Long Ningshuang out of his system for the rest of his life.

“Long Yan-ge.”

Lin Fan suddenly spoke, her voice soft and gentle.

Long Yan’s entire body jolted.

“…What is it?”

“What if we really were in that kind of relationship…” Lin Fan cupped a handful of water, watching the droplets trickle through her fingers. “According to Dragon Clan tradition, to ensure the purity of the bloodline, sibling marriage is actually encouraged. Especially for those like us—one a Pureblood Dragon Clan member, the other carrying the atavistic Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline…”

“Enough!”

Long Yan slapped the water’s surface, sending a spray of droplets flying.

“Don’t ever say such things again! I am your brother, you are my sister—that is the only relationship we have!”

Seeing Long Yan’s stern, almost rigid expression, Lin Fan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“I was just teasing you. Look how worked up you got.”

Lin Fan’s seductive demeanor faded.

She spread her palm flat in the water and focused her mind.

Hum!

Two crystal cores, pitch black as ink and of differing sizes, materialized out of thin air, hovering above her palm.

The moment they appeared, the temperature of the entire hot spring seemed to drop several degrees.

A terrifying pressure radiated outward—the lingering aura of the powerful beings to whom these cores had originally belonged.

Within the cores, it seemed as though miniature black dragons were roaring, emanating energy fluctuations that made one’s heart tremble.

Long Yan’s pupils instantly contracted to pinpricks.

“These are… Long Jingtian’s and Long Jingyun’s crystal cores?!”

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He could feel the terrifying power contained within these two cores.

It was a chasm that countless races could spend their entire lives trying and still never cross.

“They’re yours.”

Lin Fan flicked her wrist, and the two crystal cores were casually tossed toward Long Yan like ordinary stones.

Long Yan fumbled to catch them.

They were heavy in his hands, and the surging energy surged straight from his palms to the crown of his head, causing the divine dragon bloodline within him to roar with longing.

“Giving these to me?!”

Long Yan stared at Lin Fan in shock.

“These are Level 7 and Level 8 crystal cores! Don’t you need them yourself? Or… give them to your father?”

These were treasures capable of forging a top-tier powerhouse!

In any setting, they would be enough to spark a bloody storm.

“You need them more. These two cores might allow you to reach Level 8.”

Lin Fan said calmly.

“As for my father… he already has Long Jingtian’s Dragon Bone. Reaching Level 8 is just a matter of time. This would only be icing on the cake for him.”

Lin Fan rose from the water, her soaked towel clinging to her perfect curves.

But at this moment, her expression was so serious that no one would dare harbor a single improper thought.

“Brother Long Yan, this world is fair, and it is also cruel.”

“I’m going to the Dragon Ancestral Land. I’m going to take down that Grand Elder, and even… the Dragon Emperor.”

“I can’t do it alone. I need allies—people I can trust to watch my back.”

Lin Fan walked step by step until she stood before Long Yan, looking down at him.

“These crystal cores aren’t a gift.”

“Only when you reach Level 8 will you be qualified to charge into the Dragon Ancestral Land with me.”

Long Yan gripped the two black crystal cores tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

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He raised his head, and in those golden eyes burned a fire never seen before.

“Even if you hadn’t said it, I would have done it for Ning Shuang’s sake.”

Long Yan’s voice was hoarse, yet firm as iron.

A smile curled at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

“Brother Long Yan, if one day I died before your eyes, would you grieve for me the way you did for Ning Shuang?”

Long Yan was stunned.

It seemed she hadn’t expected this little witch to bring up such a heavy topic, and for a moment she didn’t know how to respond.

He took a deep breath, stood up, grabbed the crystal core, and turned to leave the hot spring pool.

Leaving behind one sentence.

“You won’t die before me, unless I die first.”

That silhouette carried a resolute and unyielding momentum.

Watching Long Yan disappear into the night, Lin Fan shifted back into that lazy demeanor.

“Tsk, that almost moved me.”

Lin Fan curled her lips and sat back down in the water.

A Level 8 Crystal Core was indeed a good thing.

But for her, it could only purely enhance physical fitness—better to seek out more rare races to complete the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life.

“It’s just right for that fool. His Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline is domineering enough to suppress it perfectly.”

This was what you called rational resource allocation.

And besides…

Lin Fan looked down at her own palm.

If she nurtured Long Yan into a top-tier enforcer, then all she’d need to do from now on was slack off in the back.

Why waste such free, high-grade labor?