Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 335 – The Beauty of Numerical Values

“Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline… this thing really is a double-edged sword.”

Lin Fan stood before the enormous floor-length mirror, his fingers tapping lightly against its surface, producing a series of crisp sounds.

Reflected in the mirror was no longer the pure and lovely Long Wu, but a mature, voluptuous woman with wavy purple-black hair, radiating astonishing allure.

“The mistake was that this bloodline appeared in a branch family member—and a rebellious one at that.”

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, gazing at the pair of purple-gold vertical pupils in the mirror. Every clue in his mind finally clicked into place.

No wonder.

No wonder that old fox Long Jingtian, who clearly wanted to eradicate the root of the problem, had nevertheless spared Long Wu—this so-called “bastard child”—back then.

And even more than a decade later, he had gone to great lengths to arrange for his own son, Long Jingyun, to approach and even scheme to marry Long Wu.

“So that’s what he was playing at.”

Lin Fan let out a derisive snort, a flicker of mockery passing through his eyes.

Although Long Wu was a pureblood, half of the blood flowing through her veins came from Long Qingyue.

And who was Long Qingyue?

She was the younger sister of Long Yi—the leader of the rebel forces who had awakened the Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline!

This kind of recessive gene hadn’t manifested in Long Wu herself, but what about atavism across generations?

If Long Wu were to unite with a Pureblood Dragon Clan member, the child born from that union would have a chance of inheriting that legendary imperial bloodline.

“As long as Long Jingyun won over Long Wu and produced a bouncing baby boy, then once that child awakened the ancestral bloodline… hah, wouldn’t Long Jingtian suddenly transform into the grandfather of the future Dragon Emperor?”

What a meticulously calculated scheme.

Too bad the old bastard calculated everything except the fact that Long Wu had long since been replaced on the inside—and had directly taken down both him and his son.

“But as for now…”

Lin Fan withdrew his thoughts and refocused his gaze on the body in the mirror.

It had to be said, there wasn’t a single ugly woman among the Dragon Clan.

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Long Xuan.

This Fifth Elder might not be the sharpest tool in the shed—an extreme lovesick obsessive with yandere tendencies—but this body…

“Tsk tsk tsk, absolutely exquisite.”

Lin Fan couldn’t help but raise a hand and trace it downward along his collarbone.

Unlike Long Wu’s youthful, budding girlish charm, Long Xuan gave off the feeling of a perfectly ripened peach—as if one could almost smell its plump, sweet fragrance, stirring deep desire.

That kind of mature allure, tempered by the passage of years, was something no young girl could ever imitate.

Her wavy purple-black hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, setting off skin as white as snow that peeked through the strands, shimmering with an enticing luster.

Her Pureblood Dragon Horns, gold with purple patterns, added an exotic touch to her bewitching aura while further accentuating the nobility and wildness befitting a Pureblood Dragon Clan member.

At over fifty years of age—for a Dragon Clan with a lifespan of several hundred years—she was in the absolute prime of her golden years.

The corners of her eyes, her brows, and the teardrop mole beneath her eye all carried a natural, innate seductiveness. Even standing perfectly still, she radiated a powerful signal that made men want to conquer, to ravish.

Every casual, subtle movement—even the mere shifting of a glance—seemed to carry invisible hooks, effortlessly stirring the most primal desires buried deep within others.

And her figure was maintained to absolute perfection.

Where there should be flesh, there was no shortage; where there should be slimness, there wasn’t an ounce of excess.

Every inch of skin was firm and elastic, radiating a healthy, tantalizing glow.

The mature woman’s distinctive voluptuous curves and the thickness in certain areas, combined with the commanding aura of a Rank 7 peak powerhouse, created an extremely intense contrast that was utterly seductive.

It was the kind of ultimate temptation that could drive any male creature to madness—dangerous, yet irresistibly alluring.

“Long Teng, that old bastard—is he blind?”

Lin Fan turned around, admiring the curves behind him in the mirror, unable to resist launching into a rant.

“Here he has a top-tier childhood sweetheart like this, and instead he goes and simps for that tea-artist Long Qingyue?”

Although Long Qingyue was nominally the mother of his current disguised identity, that didn’t stop Lin Fan from offering an objective assessment as an outsider.

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That Long Qingyue—besides crying, playing weak, and stirring up men’s protective instincts—what else did she have?

In terms of strength, Long Xuan was a Rank 7 peak mental-type powerhouse who could both control and fight.

In terms of background, she was the Grand Elder’s own younger sister. Marrying her meant directly binding yourself to the highest power core of the Dragon Clan.

In terms of sincerity, this woman never married for Long Teng’s sake. At fifty years old, she was still an old virgin, and her love had even turned to hate, driving her to madness.

“Even if you hate her to the bone…” Lin Fan mimicked Long Xuan’s demeanor in the mirror and cast a flirtatious, seductive glance. “Wouldn’t it be satisfying to marry her, punish her and whip her day after day, and make her atone for her sins?”

“Not only would you get revenge, but you’d also get a top-tier fighter and a warming tool for your bed for free.”

Lin Fan shook his head with a “this kid can’t be taught” expression.

“Long Teng, oh Long Teng, this is a classic case of your vision not being broad enough.”

This was exactly why Long Teng could only mope around in Border Dragon City.

Make the best use of everything—anyone can be a tool.

That was Lin Fan’s way.

“System, detailed attributes.”

[Ding!]

[Skin Name: Long Xuan (Mythic Grade)]

[Physical Constitution: 22,438 (50% of original body stacked)]

[Mental Strength: 36,554 (50% of original body stacked)]

[Talent Ability: Heart of Envy. Intermediate Dragon Bloodline]

Lin Fan looked at the attributes on the light screen, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.

Pure, unadulterated numerical beauty!

Thirty-six thousand mental strength.

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What did that even mean?

Based on Lin Fan’s assessment of combat power values, the standard line for Rank 7 peak was roughly between thirty thousand and fifty thousand.

And a Domain was the marker of stepping into Rank 8.

Long Xuan, this lopsided specialist, had somehow piled her Mental Strength up to this absurd degree.

“And this is just the base panel.”

If he activated [Heart of Envy]…

Mental Strength would instantly double.

“Seventy thousand Mental Strength…” Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, his breathing even stalling for a moment.

That was a Rank 8 level number.

Even among early Rank 8 powerhouses, purely in terms of Mental Strength intensity, it would be top-tier.

Although he lacked the powerful Domain of a Rank 8 powerhouse, this vast mental force was enough to give Lin Fan the capital to fight head-on against Rank 8 powerhouses.

This was the beauty of numbers.

Simple, crude, and unreasonable.

“Whoosh—”

Lin Fan let out a long breath, suppressing the urge to activate [Heart of Envy] right now and see if he could flip the entire Border Dragon City upside down.

No.

There was still a monster with the Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline living next door.

Long Yi might look rough and rugged, but that man was a ruthless figure who had once led the Resistance Army and nearly overthrown the Dragon Emperor.

Once an eighth-level mental fluctuation erupted here, even through the barrier, that old bastard would sense it like a shark smelling blood and come charging in instantly.

How would she explain that then?

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“Keep a low profile. Stay low-key.”

Lin Fan reluctantly took one last look at the exquisite mature beauty in the mirror, then reached back and gripped the nape of her neck.

That peculiar gelatinous texture came through.

Riiip—

Like peeling off a skintight bodysuit.

As the Skin peeled away, that overwhelming sense of power threatening to burst at the seams faded along with it.

Lin Fan reverted to that “delicate” Long Wu.

The feeling was like going from being used to driving a Bentley to suddenly switching back to a BYD.

Sure, both brands started with B, but the gap was immense.

“Hard to go from luxury back to frugality.”

Lin Fan sighed, carefully storing the Mythic Grade gleaming Skin into the System Space.

This was her trump card.

Her capital for striding sideways through the otherworld.

With that done, a deep wave of exhaustion surged over her.

Today had been far too eventful.

Fighting in the swamp, performing open-chest surgery on her cheap father, dealing with Long Yi—that uncle with his razor-sharp instincts—and finally having to give Long Yan, that innocent little virgin, psychological counseling.

Even kidneys forged from iron would be struggling at this point.

“Sleep.”

Once she sent those rebellious brats off tomorrow, it would be time to begin her plan!