Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 338 – I think— I am Long Wu

The air in the room seemed to grow thick and viscous.

Yui knelt on the ground, her entire body trembling violently.

Sweat soaked through her kimono. Her eyes were tightly shut, and two trickles of blood from her nose dripped down past her pale lips onto the carpet.

“Mmm…”

A pained groan squeezed out from her throat.

She was attempting to alter reality.

But turning air into clothes was one thing—transforming herself, a living, breathing person, from bone to muscle to skin texture, into an entirely different person, was a challenge of exponentially greater difficulty.

The backlash of the rules was savagely tearing at her Mental Sea.

“Is this her limit?”

Lin Fan reclined against the soft couch, a flicker of calm assessment passing through those golden-purple Vertical pupils that belonged to Long Xuan.

Although Yui possessed the ridiculously overpowered “Reality Rewriting” Special Ability—commonly known as the “Power of I-Think-So”—her current foundation was far too thin.

Peak Level 4 Mental Strength simply couldn’t sustain this degree of mental energy expenditure.

“Just a little more… just a little more…”

Yui screamed desperately in her mind.

Her consciousness was already beginning to blur, but the command etched into the depths of her soul wouldn’t allow her to stop.

I will become Long Wu.

I am Long Wu…

“Crack.”

With a crisp sound, Yui’s collarbone suddenly snapped, and fine beads of blood seeped out from the surface of her skin.

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Even someone as hard-hearted as Lin Fan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sight.

This girl… she’s putting everything on the line.

She’s a promising seedling. It would be a shame to break her.

“Activate Spirit Qi Purification.”

Lin Fan made a mental command.

The terrifying reserves contained within Long Xuan’s body, stacked on top of 50% of her original body’s power…

That would easily push Yui up to Level 5.

“Come here.”

(Five hundred words deleted by the censors)

In just ten seconds—

Her previously parched Mental Sea swelled explosively. The fractured bones healed at a visible rate, becoming even tougher than before.

“Ha…”

Lin Fan finally released her grip and rose to her feet.

She looked down at Yui on the ground.

At this moment, Yui’s entire body was flushed crimson, wisps of white steam rising from her skin.

But those eyes—they shone with unprecedented brilliance.

That was the sign of a breakthrough.

“I think… I am Long Wu.”

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Yui’s voice no longer trembled. Instead, it carried a strange, layered resonance.

As if two voices were speaking simultaneously.

This time, there was no nosebleed. No bone fractures.

She slowly pushed herself up from the ground, her form beginning to twist and distort in an eerie manner.

Like a lump of clay being casually kneaded by someone’s hands.

Her black hair gradually turned golden. Her height forcibly stretched three centimeters taller. Two golden Dragon horns sprouted from her head.

Even her originally somewhat rounded chin rapidly narrowed into a standard oval face.

Facial features shifted. Bones restructured.

In just half a minute—

Standing before Lin Fan was no longer the timid, subservient maid Yui.

But a “Long Wu” wearing a short-cut kimono, with golden Vertical pupils and Dragon horns, her expression haughty and coldly beautiful!

Aside from the mismatched outfit, this face, this figure—even that subtle B+ curve—was exactly identical to what Lin Fan had seen before!

“Tsk.”

Lin Fan circled around this “counterfeit” twice, then reached out and pinched the cheek.

The texture was warm, smooth, and delicate—completely real flesh and blood.

“So this is the Power of I-Think-So?”

A trace of amazement flickered through Lin Fan’s eyes.

This was even more unreasonable than her Skin-Suit Disguise.

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The Skin still required raw materials, but this girl was purely conjured from “thought.”

“G-Great… Great One.”

“Long Wu” spoke, yet her voice still carried Yui’s timid, hesitant tone, instantly shattering the aloof and elegant aura she was supposed to project.

“Stop.”

Lin Fan snapped his fingers, a slight frown creasing his brow. “Speak properly. Remember, from this moment on, you are Long Wu—the City Lord of Border Dragon City.”

She walked to the mirror and gazed at the graceful, mature purple-haired beauty reflected within—her current self.

Then she glanced back at Yui, who now wore her former face.

A bizarre yet thrilling sensation surged through her.

A battle of the real and the fake Monkey King?

“Spin around once. Let me see.” Lin Fan commanded.

Yui turned clumsily.

“No, too stiff.” Lin Fan shook her head. “Long Wu is proud. She looks down on everything. Your eyes are too pure—they need to be a little dirtier.”

“D-Dirtier?” Yui looked utterly bewildered.

“You know—that look like everyone around you is trash. Understand?” Lin Fan guided patiently.

After a grueling half-hour of “acting boot camp,”

When Yui raised her head again, her chin was slightly lifted, and her eyes now carried a hint of impatience and arrogance.

Though close inspection could still reveal flaws, it was more than enough to fool those Collateral Dragonkin of only fifth or sixth rank outside—perfectly adequate as a stand-in.

“Excellent.”

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Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

“Remember three things.”

She raised three fingers, her tone grave.

“First, speak little. Use your nose to look down on people.”

“Second, if someone asks you to make a decision, say, ‘You dare bother me with such trivial matters? What use are you people?’ Then kick the problem over to Long Yan.”

“Third—and most importantly.”

Lin Fan walked up to Yui, her purple hair cascading near Yui’s ear, her voice low like a demon’s whisper.

“If you encounter danger you can’t handle, or if your identity is about to be exposed…”

“Then run.”

“Run to Azurewood City.”

Yui trembled, then nodded heavily, her gaze resolute: “Yui understands! Yui will never let the Great One down!”

“Alright, no need to look so ready to die.”

Lin Fan waved her hand and turned toward the balcony.

Outside, the sky had fully darkened. Border Dragon City’s nightscape flickered faintly through the mist.

This city was now nothing but a hollow shell.

And also a massive bait.

As long as “Long Wu” remained here, everyone’s attention would be fixed on this place.

That gave Lin Fan the perfect room to maneuver.