Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 361 – An Actor’s Self-Cultivation

Just as Lin Fan was gleefully anticipating the experience of being a Dragon Clan ancestor…

[WARNING!]

[Detected: This Skin is in a dying state with depleted energy reserves. The energy required for repair exceeds current system capabilities.]

[If the Host forcibly wears this Skin, all life force will be instantly drained to serve as a battery for this body, plunging the Host into a state of deep slumber.]

Lin Fan’s movements froze mid-air.

“…”

A bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head.

She was drenched to the bone.

“I’m the battery now?”

Lin Fan’s mouth twitched.

After all that, this Long Xi had indeed become a Skin, but it couldn’t be worn at all.

“You’re screwing with me!”

Lin Fan couldn’t help but curse.

It was like being handed a Strike Freedom Gundam, only to be told there was no energy left and it could only serve as a life-sized collectible figure.

“What about fusion then?”

Lin Fan refused to give up.

If she couldn’t wear it, she’d fuse with it!

Just like the dying Long Ningshuang Skin back then—once fused, it would recover to its peak state.

[Calculating fusion cost…]

[Target: Long Xi.]

[Requirement: Due to the Host’s life form having reached Legendary Grade and the target Skin’s life form being extremely high, Skins below Epic Grade cannot serve as fusion resources.]

[Required consumption: 200 Epic-grade Skins.]

“What the—!”

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Lin Fan couldn’t hold it together.

“How many?!”

“Two hundred… Epic-grade?!”

Lin Fan’s eyes bulged, nearly thinking the system’s code had corrupted.

What did Epic-grade even mean?

That was a dominant power of level six or above!

Figures like the Mermaid Queen Hathaway or the Serpent-folk Queen Catherine—after scouring the entire Forest of Elves, they’d barely scraped together four.

Two hundred?

That would require slaughtering every expert on the entire Dragon Spirit Continent!

Or perhaps…

Lin Fan raised her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through the thick rock layers toward that distant place.

The Dragon Ancestral Land—the Dragon Emperor Hall.

Only there.

Only that place, known as the Dragon Clan’s home base, could possibly have that many Epic-grade “materials.”

“System, you’re basically forcing me to wipe out the Dragon Clan.”

Lin Fan took a deep breath to steady herself.

Even if she couldn’t use it now, at least the meat was already in the pot.

This was a long-term goal.

And it was also the reason she had to reach the summit.

Besides, the rewards for crafting Legendary-grade Skins were quite useful—Skin Crafting speed would increase, no longer requiring a full day of waiting like now.

The second reward was even more powerful. In the future, if she ever found herself in a desperate situation, she could consume a Skin to transform it into her own corpse, while her true body escaped by feigning death.

Lin Fan flipped her palm and carefully stored that precious “Long Xi” Skin into the deepest recesses of her System Space.

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That was her trump card.

“Time to go.”

Lin Fan turned and dove into the water, her pure white hair tracing an elegant arc through the depths.

She had spent enough time at the bottom of the lake.

By her calculations, the “show” should be starting about now.

“Fathead, watch the house.”

Lin Fan patted the Dunkleosteus’s massive bone-plated head, her tone as casual as if she were telling a husky to guard the door.

“Roooar…”

The Fathead rubbed affectionately against her palm. Though it was an ancient ferocious beast at the mid-stage of level seven, before this woman who radiated an aura of supreme authority, it was more docile than a goldfish in a bowl.

“Time to go.”

Lin Fan’s toes barely touched the surface, and like a mermaid, he instantly broke through the resistance of the water, speeding upward.

…

At this moment, by the shores of Spirit Lake.

The once-silent forest was now as noisy as a marketplace.

Besides the centaurs, Deer-folk, and Serpent-folk who had been robbed earlier, other races from deep within the forest—Cat-folk, Rabbit-folk, and even some spirit beasts that had awakened intelligence—had all gathered, drawn by that rich, fragrant life energy.

The tribes that had once fought tooth and nail over territory now maintained a strange peace, united by a single goal—drinking water.

“This is divine water! Drink up, my old cold legs are warming up!”

“Stop pushing! Push me again and I’ll gore your ass with my antlers!”

“Move aside, move aside! Let us centaurs drink first—we have the most wounded!”

Just as the scene was about to spiral out of control, on the verge of erupting into another chaotic battle over drinking spots—

Boom—!

The calm lake surface suddenly exploded.

But there was no spray of water everywhere. The droplets that burst forth seemed pulled by some invisible force, transforming into crystalline mist in midair.

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A figure slowly rose from the center of the lake.

All sounds of argument ceased in that instant.

Thousands of eyes—whether belonging to ferocious carnivorous beasts or timid herbivorous demi-humans—were fixed on that direction, forgetting even to breathe.

It was a woman.

Or rather, she was the embodiment of “beauty” as imagined by all living creatures.

She was barefoot, floating in midair, with not a single thread of cloth on her body.

But that dazzling head of pure white hair, lifted by some invisible force, danced in the air like the most luxurious silk, perfectly concealing the scenery of her chest and the mystery below, revealing only large expanses of skin as fine and smooth as white jade.

Long, straight legs, a waist that could be encircled with one hand, and that face… a perfect visage that made one feel unworthy just by looking at it.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, spilling over her, as if gilding her with a sacred halo.

“Gulp…”

Someone swallowed first.

Then came a chorus of synchronized gulps.

It wasn’t lust.

Under the absolute suppression of bloodline hierarchy, the instinctive reaction of lower beings wasn’t possession—it was worship.

Lin Fan looked down from above at these dumbstruck natives, the corners of his mouth curling slightly into a smile capable of captivating all who beheld it.

“Since the atmosphere is already built up to this point, it would be a waste not to put on a grand show for these few thousand spectators.”

Lin Fan’s mind stirred.

The energy that had been suppressed within his body suddenly erupted.

Hum!

[Life Domain]… fully unleashed!

If the lake water before had merely been a diluted version of the Energy Potion, then now it was like concentrated raw essence being poured directly from above.

With Lin Fan at the center, a ring of emerald light instantly expanded, enveloping the entire area within a kilometer of the lakeshore.

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“Ah—!”

A centaur warrior with a broken leg suddenly let out a howl of pure ecstasy.

At the site of his bloody, severed leg, flesh writhed wildly, bones regenerated, and in just a few seconds, a brand-new hind leg had grown out.

And not just him.

The elderly Deer-folk elders, whose fur had yellowed with age, straightened their hunched backs, their cloudy eyes turning clear and bright, and their withered fur becoming glossy and lustrous once more.

Even the withered ancient trees by the lake, under the surge of this immense life force, sprouted fresh green buds and burst into resplendent blossoms.

Dead wood returns to spring; white bones grow flesh.

This is the Hymn of Life!

“God… this is a miracle!”

The eldest of the Deer-folk fell to his knees with a thud, tears of excitement soaking his beard.

Such power that overturns life and death—who else could wield it but the legendary gods?

The chain reaction began.

Where one knelt, a second followed, then a third…

In the blink of an eye, a dark sea of kneeling figures covered the lakeshore.

Whether it was the proud Centaur tribe or the cunning Serpent tribe, all prostrated themselves, offering their humblest knees to the figure radiating boundless brilliance of life in the sky.

“My children.”

Lin Fan spoke.

Her voice, amplified by the Siren’s Voice, was ethereal and divine, carrying a piercing resonance that struck the soul directly—like a mother calling to her wandering children returning home.

“Fear not, and do not fight.”

She slowly descended, hovering ten meters above the crowd, her deep black pupils swirling with a compassionate, pitying light.

“The Dragon Clan that wrought evil here has been banished by me.”

“From this day forward, this forest and this lake shall know no more oppression.”