Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 346 – Incomplete Medusa Queen Bloodline

The air in the Forest of Elves was damp, carrying a mingled scent of decaying leaves and strange floral fragrance.

Lin Fan walked ahead, her black hem floating three inches above the ground, moving with the elegance of one out for a leisurely stroll.

Behind her trailed seventeen Serpent-folk women, heads bowed, faces etched with utter despair.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

Serpent Queen Catherine slithered at the very front of the procession.

She carried no weapon, for she knew that before the terrifying Dragon Clan elder ahead, any resistance would be futile.

She glanced back at the young tribeswomen behind her.

Some had only just come of age—gifted sharpshooters of the tribe. Others were already mothers, the sturdiest shields of their people.

But now, all of them had become sacrifices.

“My Queen…”

The youngest of the serpent maidens spoke, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. “Are we going to die?”

Catherine’s heart felt as though an invisible hand had seized it in a vice-like grip.

She forced a smile uglier than tears, reaching out to pat the young serpent girl’s head.

“Don’t be afraid. As long as we obey, that lord… might grant us a path to survival.”

Even if it meant being slaves, being playthings—as long as they lived, there was still hope.

Catherine consoled herself with these thoughts.

Suddenly, Lin Fan ahead came to a halt.

They had already traveled far from the Serpent-folk tribe. Around them stood towering ancient trees, their canopies blotting out the sky so completely that even sunlight struggled to penetrate.

The surroundings were deathly silent—clearly, the unbridled Dragon might radiating from Lin Fan had frightened away every living creature.

“Alright. This will do.”

Lin Fan turned around, snapping her lace folding fan shut and tapping it twice against her palm.

The seventeen serpent maidens froze instantly, bodies tensed like slaves awaiting their master’s command.

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Catherine drew a deep breath, slithered forward a step, and bowed her head humbly. “My lord, this place is desolate—not even a place to rest. If you require respite, or… to partake of us, I could lead you to a cave ahead. It is cleaner there…”

Her voice grew softer with each word, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

Voluntarily offering to be “partaken of”—for a once-proud queen, this was the complete abandonment of dignity.

Lin Fan regarded her, those golden-violet eyes holding not a trace of desire—only a scrutiny that chilled one to the bone.

Like a butcher sizing up meat on the chopping block, pondering where the blade would cut most conveniently.

“Partake?”

A playful smirk curved at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips. “You seem to have misunderstood something.”

“I lack neither slaves nor bed-warmers.”

Catherine was stunned.

If she wanted neither slaves nor attendants, then why go through all this trouble to bring them here?

The next second.

Lin Fan gave her the answer.

“What I lack is—material.”

BOOM—!

Terrifying Mental Strength erupted in an instant, a tangible wave that slammed viciously into the very depths of every serpent maiden’s soul.

There was no room for resistance.

Sixteen of the Serpent-folk Race’s elite didn’t even have time to cry out—their eyes rolled back, consciousness snuffed out in an instant as they collapsed limply onto the damp earth.

Even Catherine, a mid-stage Level 6, could barely hold out for a brief moment with all her might.

Lin Fan exhaled softly, lifting the fan to cover her nose and mouth with a hint of distaste.

“A group of snakes, no matter how good-looking they are, still carry too much of that fishy stench. They don’t match my aesthetic.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, she issued the command in her mind.

“System, get to work. Make all of them.”

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[17 organisms meeting the criteria detected.]

[Mass production in progress…]

Soft white light bloomed in the dim forest, completely enveloping the seventeen bodies on the ground.

Lin Fan found a clean, large rock to sit on, and with an elegant gesture, pulled a slender menthol cigarette from her space and lit it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, she watched the white light before her, her gaze terrifyingly calm.

Cruel?

Perhaps.

But in this world that devours others, it’s either you eat me, or I eat you.

When that Serpent-folk hunting party had encountered Su Rou back then, they certainly hadn’t thought about letting that fox-girl live.

“This is just the law of nature,” Lin Fan flicked off some ash and muttered to herself. “Only those standing at the top have the right to define what cruelty is.”

Thirty minutes later.

The white light dispersed.

The seventeen warm bodies that had been on the ground were gone, replaced by seventeen neatly folded Skins that emanated a faint glow.

Lin Fan stepped forward, sweeping her hand across to store all the Skins into System Space, leaving only two in her grasp.

One belonged to the youngest serpent girl.

[Skin: Serpent-folk · Mia]

[Grade: Perfect Grade]

[Level: Early Stage 4]

[Talent: Precision Shooting (200% increased hit rate against moving targets)]

“Not bad.”

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

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This was the benefit of a race with powerful talents.

Even a mere newly-adult little one could yield a Perfect Grade.

Compare that to the Fox-folk and Cat-folk races.

In all of Green Hill Village, aside from the village chief, there wasn’t a single person at Stage 4.

In contrast, this Forest of Elves was practically a massive treasure trove.

Out there, she’d worked herself to the bone and only had a dozen or so Perfect Grade Skins to show for it.

Here, a single small Serpent-folk tribe had this many.

Lin Fan put away Mia’s Skin, her gaze falling on the last Skin in her hand.

It was the Skin of the Serpent Queen, Catherine.

Unlike the others, this Skin was a strange dark cyan throughout, with a cool, silky texture, as if holding a piece of premium cold jade.

And on the Skin’s forehead, a complex golden serpentine pattern was faintly visible.

[Skin: Serpent-folk · Catherine]

[Grade: Epic Grade]

[Level: Mid Stage 6]

[Bloodline: Fragmented Medusa Queen Bloodline]

[Talent: Petrifying Gaze: Petrifies enemies within line of sight; the greater the Mental Strength gap, the stronger the effect.]

“Hiss…”

Even Lin Fan, who was used to seeing fine things, couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath at the sight of this stat panel.

This haul was a massive win!

An Epic Grade Medusa Queen Bloodline!

Based on Lin Fan’s experience, any bloodline that the system evaluation showed as “fragmented” must have a complete version that was an extremely rare ancient bloodline.

Once fused into her main body through bloodline affinity, it might just be another piece of the puzzle for completing her current Fragmented Progenitor of Life Bloodline.

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And this talent…

It was practically tailor-made for group battles and crowd control.

“Petrifying Gaze, so this is the legendary ‘glare at someone and they get pregnant’… no wait, ‘glare at someone and they turn to stone’?”

Lin Fan simulated the scenario in her mind.

Despite the limitation imposed by the mental strength gap judgment, don’t forget that once Long Xuan is successfully fused in the future, her mental strength combined with the Heart of Envy would absolutely be able to go head-to-head with a mid-Level 8 opponent!

This meant that any opponent below Level 8 who dared to look at her would either die or be turned into a statue, even if they survived.

Even against opponents of the same rank, this was an extremely powerful control skill.

“Catherine, oh Catherine, the greatest contribution you made in your entire life was raising yourself so well and then delivering yourself right to my doorstep.”

Lin Fan stroked the ice-cold scales on the surface of the Skin, feeling quite pleased.

Counting the Perfect Grade Skins in the System Space, including those accumulated from before plus the one just obtained…

There were thirty-two in total!

The progress bar shot forward by a huge margin all at once.

“Sixty-eight more to go.”

Lin Fan put away the Skin, stood up, and brushed off dust that didn’t exist on her skirt.

She raised her head, her gaze piercing through the dense canopy of leaves toward the depths of the forest.

Despite the great distance, thanks to her terrifying perception, she could already faintly sense powerful life force fluctuations coming from several directions.

To the east, there was a wood-type energy brimming with vitality yet tinged with exclusivity. That should be the Deer-folk, who excelled at archery.

To the north was a group of restless, extremely fast wind-type energies.

That was the centaur tribe.

As for the great lake in the middle…

“No rush. One at a time.”