Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 344 – The Dragons Are Behind All the Trouble

The serpent-folk female captain felt like her head was about to explode.

That terrifying mental pressure—what fourth-grade little lamb? This was clearly a colossal beast wearing human skin.

Just one second ago, she had been dreaming of capturing a top-tier slave to trade for resources. The next second, reality slapped her right across the face.

The space around them seemed to be completely locked down.

The other five serpent-folk were still convulsing on the ground, foaming at the mouth, clearly on the verge of death.

“M-Milord, spare us!”

The serpent-folk female captain, enduring excruciating pain, struggled to twist her body under this oppressive force, attempting to assume a posture of submission.

“We were blind—we are a patrol squad of the Serpent-folk tribe, our chieftain is…”

Lin Fan stood in place, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.

At this moment, she wore that elaborate, ornate black gown, holding only a lace fan in her hand, yet the suffocating aura swirling around her was more despair-inducing than any divine weapon.

“Too noisy.”

Lin Fan uttered three words flatly.

If this were before, for the sake of caution, she might have kept one alive, using gentle means to slowly extract information, even putting on a little act as a “lost girl new to these parts.”

But now?

She was Long Xuan, Fifth Elder of the Dragon Race Council of Elders.

Just crush them outright.

Lin Fan made a mental move.

The mental force that had merely been hovering above their heads suddenly tightened.

It felt like an invisible giant hand had directly gripped the souls of these serpent-folk, then given a light squeeze.

Pfft.

An extremely faint sound.

The serpent-folk female captain’s pleas ceased abruptly. The light in those vertical pupils instantly scattered, and her body went limp, collapsing to the ground—completely lifeless.

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No external wounds.

But her mind had already been stirred into a pulp.

This was the terror of a mental-type powerhouse—killing without a trace, not even a drop of blood splattering on one’s clothes.

“System, get to work.”

Lin Fan instructed inwardly.

[Detected six unconscious Serpent-folk females, meeting crafting standards.]

[Crafting in progress…]

The familiar soft white light rose, enveloping the six corpses on the ground.

In just ten minutes, the light faded, leaving only six Serpent-folk Skins on the ground.

Lin Fan stepped forward, not bothering to mind the filth, and grabbed the Skins directly.

“Oh?”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

“This quality… not bad at all.”

Of the six Skins in her hands, half were actually radiating a purple glow.

[Skin: Serpent-folk · Sarah]

[Quality: Perfect Grade]

[Level: Fifth Grade Mid-Stage]

[Talent: Low-grade Mental Resistance, Toxin Manipulation]

[Skin: Serpent-folk · Liya]

[Quality: Perfect Grade]

[Level: Fourth Grade Peak]

[Talent: Toxin Manipulation]

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…

Three Perfect Grade, three Outstanding Grade.

“Not a bad drop rate.”

Lin Fan clicked her tongue in amazement.

These Serpent-folk—two of the fourth-grade warriors—were actually both Perfect Grade.

“So it seems that among these demi-human races, different genes yield different levels of quality.”

Lin Fan toyed with the Skin of the serpent-folk female captain, a benevolent smile spreading across her face like an old farmer beholding a bountiful harvest.

Except that smile, paired with Long Xuan’s bewitchingly cold and ruthless face, looked unsettling no matter how you saw it.

“Let me see just where you little snakes crawled out from.”

Lin Fan didn’t bother to hide anything. He simply found a hollow in a tree and began changing skins. The black dress vanished, replaced by the wild, revealing leather armor of the Serpent-folk captain.

The legs that had once been human were gone, replaced by a three-meter-long, dark green serpentine tail.

Lin Fan tried twisting his waist.

Surprisingly, the tail provided strong support. He didn’t even need to take steps—he just slithered forward with a smooth glide.

A flood of information surged into his mind.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, like someone watching a fast-forwarded film.

A moment later.

“Pfft.”

Lin Fan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

He opened his eyes, and those serpent pupils were filled with a strange, amused look.

“So that’s why these Serpent-folk came here—now I get it.”

This Serpent-folk tribe had originally lived deep within the Mist Forest.

That was their homeland, where they had thrived for over a hundred years, living quite comfortably.

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Until a few months ago.

On that sunny afternoon, a reckless fool covered in golden scales barged into the Mist Forest.

That guy was an absolute madman.

He killed anyone he saw, cut down any beast he encountered, and the more he fought, the stronger he grew. The more he killed, the more excited he became.

He alone carved his way from the forest’s outer edges all the way to its core.

The Serpent-folk chieftain at the time thought to lead a force to wipe out this arrogant human who didn’t know his place.

And the result?

That reckless fool ground him into the dirt, even digging out his gall bladder to soak in wine.

The entire Serpent-folk Race was slaughtered until they were crying for their mothers. To survive, they had no choice but to abandon their homeland and flee all the way to this Forest of Elves.

And that golden-scaled madman…

“Long Yan… Long Yan.”

Lin Fan shook his head with a smile.

That figure wreaking havoc in the memories, that ruthlessness and those techniques—it was exactly Long Yan, who had lost Ning Shuang and had nowhere to vent his rage.

“Isn’t this a kind of karmic cycle?”

Lin Fan found the whole thing quite amusing.

If Long Yan knew that his actions had inadvertently prepared such a magnificent gift for the current Lin Fan, his expression would probably be quite a sight.

Besides this tangled history, Lin Fan also found crucial information about this forest in the memories.

Forest of Elves.

It had been called that ever since people first settled here.

There were no elves here, as far as anyone knew, but there was a massive lake—the Spirit Lake.

That lake wasn’t filled with ordinary water. Underground spirit veins converged there, making the lake water far richer in Spirit Energy than the air around it.

For any living creature, that was an enormous temptation.

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So this place was no paradise—it was a battleground contested by every race in the forest.

As newcomers, the Serpent-folk could only occupy a small patch at the lake’s outermost edge.

And around the lake, several major powers were entrenched.

The Deer-folk, masters of archery and tree manipulation, held the dense eastern woods.

The Centaur tribe, with immense strength and mobility, dominated the northern grasslands.

As for the lake itself…

That was the territory of the Jiaoren and the Fish-folk. Their chieftain was said to have reached the peak of the sixth rank.

“Serpent-folk, Deer-folk, Centaurs, Fish-folk, Jiaoren…”

Lin Fan counted on his fingers.

“Isn’t this a perfect collection of Skin materials?”

The Deer-folk’s natural affinity, the Centaurs’ gift for speed, and the legendary water-controlling and sonic attack abilities of the Fish-folk and Jiaoren.

This trip was more than worth it.

“Since we already know the location, there’s no need to keep hiding.”

Lin Fan had no interest in studying the anatomy of the snake-woman’s body—after all, having grown accustomed to walking on two legs, suddenly switching to a serpent’s tail was still somewhat uncomfortable.

She immediately shed the snake-woman Skin and slipped back into the guise of Long Xuan, the noble and aloof Fifth Elder of the Dragon Clan.

She smoothed the hem of her skirt and gently waved the lace folding fan in her hand.

“Disguise? I am the Fifth Elder of the Dragon Race Council of Elders!”

All the misdeeds were the doing of the Dragon Race Council of Elders—none of it had anything to do with her, Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised her head, gazing toward the depths of the forest where a faint, radiant glow emanated from a certain area.

In those golden-violet eyes, there was not a trace of the “Elder’s” dignity left—what overflowed from them was nothing but unabashed greed.

“My Skins, are you ready?”