Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 341 – The Threshold of Legend

Lin Fan even suspected he was seeing things.

One hundred… Perfect Grade?

“System, isn’t this inflation getting a bit too ridiculous?”

Lin Fan couldn’t help but complain inwardly. “Last time when I fused with Long Wu and Long Xueqi, Excellent Grade was still usable. How come with Long Xuan, the threshold jumped up a whole grade?”

[Reply to Host: Long Wu’s rating is Mythic Grade, centered on the infinite potential of the special talent ‘Bloodline Affinity.’ Her base stats did not actually reach Mythic Grade standards.]

[Long Xuan’s rating is Mythic Grade, stemming from her ‘Heart of Envy’ talent and peak Tier 7 base Mental Strength—these are genuine hard attributes.]

[If the Host completes this fusion, there is an extremely high probability that your lifeform level will break through the barrier and ascend to ‘Legendary Grade.’]

Legendary Grade.

Hearing those three words, the sting of reluctance in Lin Fan’s heart instantly dissipated like smoke.

Ordinary Grade, Fine Grade, Excellent Grade, Perfect Grade, Epic Grade, Mythic Grade…

This journey had been like climbing a tower.

She had initially thought Mythic Grade was the pinnacle, never imagining there was scenery beyond it.

“If it’s for the sake of breaking through to Legendary Grade, then these one hundred Perfect Grade Skins… are actually reasonable.”

Lin Fan narrowed her eyes, a flicker of greed passing through her golden-purple vertical pupils.

Perfect Grade Skins corresponded to Blue Star humans of Level 3 or above.

On the Dragon Spirit Continent, they corresponded to Tier 4 or higher beings, or demi-humans with rare special bloodlines or abilities.

Prey of this level might be scarce in a border town like Border Dragon City, but in the vast heartland of the Dragon Spirit Continent, on those wildlands where ten thousand races stood side by side… there should be plenty, right?

“It seems this trip to the ancestral land can’t be rushed.”

A playful curve tugged at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

The Dragon Spirit Continent wasn’t like Blue Star—no telephones, no internet, not even communication talismans. That was precisely why races like the Fox Clan, gifted with long-range telepathic abilities, could perfectly fulfill intelligence work.

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Since news of Long Jingtian’s death wouldn’t reach the Dragon Emperor Hall for some time yet, the room for maneuvering in between was simply enormous.

…

The next morning, at dawn.

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the heavy curtains, spilling onto the dark-toned bed.

Lin Fan opened her eyes and stretched lazily.

Her mature, fully-developed curves were faintly visible beneath the thin blanket.

“G-Great… Great One, you’re awake.”

Yui had been awake for a while, kneeling by the bedside wearing Long Wu’s face, holding a basin of warm water in her hands. Clearly, she had been waiting for some time.

After last night’s “force-feeding” upgrade, the girl’s complexion had noticeably improved, her skin carrying a healthy pink glow.

“Mhm.”

Lin Fan sat up and let Yui attend to her morning toiletries.

Looking at that breathtakingly beautiful face in the mirror, Lin Fan suddenly felt that this skin was perfect in every way—except for the clothes… too plain.

Long Xuan’s previous wardrobe mostly consisted of traditional robes. Though dignified, they not only concealed her figure but also made her look old-fashioned.

Since this body now belonged to her, it should be styled according to her own aesthetic.

“Yui.”

Lin Fan spread her arms, letting Yui wipe the water droplets from her body. “Make me a set of clothes.”

“Clothes?”

Yui was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood.

Her master meant… using that ability.

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“What kind does Master want?” Yui asked cautiously.

Lin Fan thought for a moment. If it were a dress, she preferred Gothic style.

In her mind surfaced images of those Gothic-style pictures she had seen before.

That style—mysterious, oppressive, yet carrying an ultimate allure—was practically tailor-made for “Long Xuan,” this dark, mature beauty.

“Black—the deepest, most profound black.”

Lin Fan gestured with her hands. “The material should be velvet, to give it an air of luxury. Here… yes, around the chest area, use deep purple with a bit of lace trim. It should be a bit loose, after all, mine are quite large.”

As Lin Fan described, Yui’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.

She slowly extended both hands, and her peak Level 5 Mental Strength erupted in an instant.

The various elements and dust particles in the air were forcibly twisted and coalesced by that will in that very moment.

Hum—

A gown so gorgeous it was breathtaking materialized out of thin air in Yui’s hands.

No stitches, no loose threads—flawlessly formed as one piece.

The main body was a black velvet as deep as the night sky, its texture so fine it felt like a baby’s skin to the touch.

The bodice was made of deep purple velvet, adorned with intricate dark gold patterns that both outlined breathtaking curves and exuded an icy elegance that warned others to keep their distance.

“Milady, please try it on.”

Yui held up the dress, her eyes filled with anticipation, like a child waiting for praise.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

This was the benefit of having a “human 3D printer”—whatever she wanted, as long as she had the image in her mind, it could be manifested in an instant.

“Dress me.”

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Lin Fan spread her arms open like a queen.

The velvet slid over her skin with a slight coolness, followed by the faint breathlessness of the corset tightening.

Yui’s movements were gentle, slow, as if afraid of hurting Lin Fan.

Layers upon layers of black lace cascaded down, and wide bell sleeves hung loosely, swaying softly with each movement of her arms. The sheer effect was executed perfectly—the lines of her arms flickered tantalizingly beneath the black gauze, adding an extra touch of allure.

“And this…”

Yui blushed as she held up two pieces of fabric so thin they were nearly invisible.

They were stockings and underwear.

And not just any kind—they were extremely… daring in design.

Black garter stockings with delicate cutout patterns on the sides.

As for the underwear…

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, holding it up and giving it a shake.

“Yui, are you sure this isn’t just a few strings?”

Yui’s face instantly flushed all the way to the roots of her ears. She stammered, “M-Milady said… it should be breathable… and… and with your figure, wearing this kind is the only way to—”

“Alright, no need to explain.”

Lin Fan cut her off, a hint of a smile curling at the corner of her lips. “I like it very much.”

This girl really did understand her tastes.

Dressing complete.

Lin Fan stood before the enormous floor-length mirror.

In the mirror was a woman with wavy black-purple hair cascading freely over her shoulders, her purple-gold dragon horns glinting softly among the locks.

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A multi-layered black choker encircled her slender neck—a beauty that was both ascetic and indulgent at once.

In her hand, she held a black lace folding fan, resting casually against her shoulder, revealing only a pair of golden-purple vertical pupils. As her gaze shifted, it seemed capable of stealing a person’s very soul.

“Tsk.”

Lin Fan winked at her reflection in the mirror.

“Milady… you’re too beautiful.”

Yui knelt to the side, her gaze at Lin Fan already completely infatuated.

She was her masterpiece, and also her deity.

“Alright, stop drooling over me.”

Lin Fan put away his folding fan, gently tapped Yui on the head, then turned and walked to the window, gazing out at the vast expanse of heaven and earth beyond.

From Border Dragon City to the Dragon Ancestral Land—the Dragon Emperor Hall—lay a journey of a hundred and eight thousand li across wilderness, swamps, and forests.

Upon this sprawling land lived countless Demi-human races that depended on the Dragon Clan, along with various wild tribes that claimed mountains as their own domains.

“This world lacks communication tools like those on Blue Star—news travels far too slowly,” Lin Fan remarked casually. “Word of Long Jingtian’s death here won’t reach the Grand Elder’s ears for at least half a month.”

“By the time they send someone to investigate or issue new orders, that’s another month gone back and forth.”

In a world with such abysmal communication capabilities, the time gap was the greatest weapon of all.

“With that much time available, simply rushing along the road would be a waste.”

Lin Fan extended his folding fan, pointing toward the empty void ahead.

One hundred Perfect Grade Skins.

Relying solely on picking up scraps wouldn’t do.

Since he was heading to that so-called sacred ground, he might as well go in grand style—and truly “feast” his way there.