Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 333 – Top-Tier Tea Art Master

Half an hour later.

Lin Fan, draped in a loose bathrobe, returned to her room.

Yui and Yuzuru had already tidied up the room and, following Lin Fan’s instructions, lit calming incense.

“You may both leave now. Stand guard outside the courtyard—no one is allowed to enter,” Lin Fan instructed.

“Yes, my lord.” The two sisters withdrew respectfully, closing the door behind them.

With a soft click of the lock, Lin Fan was left alone in the room.

She walked to the large floor-length mirror and slowly untied her bathrobe, revealing the delicate body that belonged to “Long Wu.”

There was no denying it—the Pureblood Dragon Clan’s genetics were truly exceptional.

Though this body was still somewhat youthful, both its figure and explosive power were top-tier for its age.

“Now then, time to get down to business.”

With a thought, Lin Fan opened the System Space.

A body emitting a faint purple glow materialized on the bed.

It was the Fifth Elder, Long Xuan.

Though she had been made into a Skin-suit, she still retained her appearance from life.

Even her skin remained supple—only her eyes were hollow and lifeless, like an exquisite doll.

“A Mythic-grade Skin-suit…”

Lin Fan’s fingers gently traced Long Xuan’s cheek.

This face, though over fifty years old and bearing the marks of time, showed no signs of aging thanks to the Dragon Clan’s longevity.

Instead, it exuded an even more mature charm.

A top-tier mature beauty! And one whose figure, looks, temperament, and grace had all reached their absolute peak!

As the biological sister of the Grand Elder Long Zhan, Long Xuan had spent her life at the center of power—and equally, at the center of suffering.

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She knew too many secrets.

The rebellion of the collateral branches all those years ago, the truth behind Long Qingyue’s death, the internal power struggles within the Dragon Clan… and the weaknesses of the Grand Elder, Long Zhan.

“Rather than listening to Long Yi’s subjective recollections, I’d rather see for myself.”

Lin Fan’s gaze turned cold.

She untied the sash of her bathrobe, and the silk slid soundlessly to the floor.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she picked up the purple-glowing “Skin-suit” from the bed.

It was cool to the touch, its texture like the finest jade, yet carrying the unique resilience of living tissue.

“Come on, then. Let me see what’s been rattling around in that head of yours for the past few decades.”

Lin Fan murmured, then spread open the Rift along the Skin-suit’s back with both hands.

She took a deep breath and stepped one foot inside.

What followed was a shudder that rose from the very depths of her soul.

When the final gap sealed shut at the nape of her neck—

Boom!

The Sea of consciousness that had belonged to Lin Fan was instantly overwhelmed by a torrent of purple memories.

Countless fragmented images flashed frantically like a slideshow, finally settling on a sun-drenched afternoon.

…

“Brother Teng, look at the new move I learned!”

In the image, a young Long Xuan wore a light-purple outfit in the style of the Dragon Spirit Continent. Her eyes sparkled, her teeth gleamed, and her face was radiant with a proud yet expectant smile.

It was the Dragon Ancestral Land, decades ago.

Back then, she was the beloved younger sister of the Grand Elder, doted on by all.

And across from her stood a young Long Teng—tall and upright, his features not yet stained by the gloom and weariness that would come later.

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He was the dream lover of every young woman in the Dragon Clan back then, and the strongest contender for the next Fifth Elder of the Council of Elders.

“Xuan’er is very impressive.” Long Teng smiled and ruffled her hair, like an older brother to a girl next door.

Long Xuan blushed, her eyes seeming to hold stars within them.

She believed the two of them were a match made in heaven, destined to be united in the future.

Until that day, when Long Teng returned from his training journey.

This time, he was no longer alone—by his side was a woman in a plain white dress, frail and delicate in appearance.

Long Qingyue.

A collateral dragonkin.

The memory suddenly turned bleak, suffused with oppressive tones.

“Xuan’er, this is Qingyue.” Long Teng’s voice carried a tenderness never seen before—an expression Long Xuan had never witnessed on him. “She has suffered greatly out there. From now on, you must take good care of her.”

Long Xuan stood frozen in place, her gaze locked onto the golden-haired woman hiding behind Long Teng.

Long Qingyue kept her head lowered, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of Long Teng’s robe. She timidly glanced at Long Xuan, then quickly dropped her gaze, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz: “I… I greet you, elder sister. Qingyue’s status is too humble to deserve elder sister’s care…”

Her body trembled slightly, as if Long Xuan were some man-eating beast.

“Tsk.”

Lin Fan, browsing through the memory, couldn’t help but let out a soul-deep commentary.

“So this is the legendary top-tier tea artistry? Not a low level, I must say.”

The scene continued to unfold.

Long Xuan was no naive fool—she was born with an exceptionally keen sensitivity to emotions.

In her eyes, this Long Qingyue was nowhere near as fragile as she appeared on the surface.

That woman’s fear was an act, her humility was an act—only the flash of possessiveness in her eyes when she looked at Long Teng was real.

“She’s putting on an act!”

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The Long Xuan in the memory shouted at Long Teng, pointing at the tear-streaked Long Qingyue on the ground. “I never pushed her! She fell on her own!”

“Enough!”

It was the first time Long Teng had ever lost his temper at Long Xuan. He helped up Long Qingyue, whose knee was scraped raw, his eyes filled with disappointment. “Xuan’er, you’ve disappointed me greatly. Qingyue is so weak—how could you bear to bully her?”

“Brother Teng, don’t blame elder sister…” Long Qingyue leaned against Long Teng’s chest, tears streaming down like broken beads. “It was Qingyue’s own carelessness. Elder sister was just trying to play a joke on me… cough, cough…”

As she spoke, she even coughed up a mouthful of blood at just the right moment.

Long Teng’s heart ached terribly. He scooped up Long Qingyue and turned to leave, leaving Long Xuan only with a resolute back.

But this was merely the beginning.

In the years that followed, Long Teng defied the objections of the Council of Elders and insisted on marrying Long Qingyue.

The two even left the Dragon Ancestral Land and settled in Border Dragon City.

Long Xuan went mad.

In that moment.

She heard the sound of her own heart shattering.

And it was in that very moment that a surge of black-purple energy erupted from the depths of her heart.

[Heart of Envy]

Jealousy burned like fire, transforming into power.

She hated.

She hated Long Qingyue for stealing her beloved, and she hated Long Teng even more for his blindness.

The scene shifted.

It was a night of thunder and rain.

The Dragon Clan was in turmoil. A collateral prodigy named Long Yi had burst onto the scene, awakening the Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline and rallying a formidable Resistance Army.

The Grand Elder Long Zhan was run ragged, busy suppressing the rebellion, and in his haste, he neglected to keep watch over Long Xuan.

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Long Xuan snuck out.

She wanted to go to Border Dragon City to find Long Teng—every day she couldn’t see him was pure torment.

To evade the guards, she fled in panic into an abandoned garden.

And then, she witnessed the scene that would change everyone’s fate.

In a dilapidated pavilion.

That “white lotus” she hated to the bone, Long Qingyue, was sobbing in the arms of a tall man.

“Brother… stop… it’s too dangerous…”

The man was drenched in blood, his gaze wild as fire.

He was none other than the leader of the rebel forces, listed as the number one wanted criminal by the Council of Elders—Long Yi!

“Qingyue, wait a little longer. Your brother will soon overthrow those old fossils, and then no one will dare bully our branch of the family!” Long Yi patted Long Qingyue’s back gently, his tone resolute.

Hidden nearby, Long Xuan’s pupils contracted violently.

Siblings?

That outwardly fragile, innocent-looking Long Qingyue was actually the rebel leader’s biological sister?

The memory before her eyes twisted into something distorted and mad.

Long Xuan felt no fear, no “sense of justice” urging her to report the traitor.

On the contrary.

A chilling curve slowly crept across her lips.

It was sheer ecstasy.

It was the thrill of finding a way out when all hope seemed lost.

“Long Qingyue, Long Qingyue… you’ve finally fallen into my hands.”