Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 362 – The Witch Returns to the Nest

Lin Fan shifted all the blame onto Long Xuan without so much as a flushed face or a racing heart.

After all, those Serpent-folk and Centaur elites had all been turned into skins by her. The ones left in this forest were nothing but ignorant low-level folks.

If not now, then when? Time to spin some tales!

“The Dragon Clan? This goddess drove away the Dragon Clan?”

“No wonder that terrifying dragon might is gone!”

“So it was the goddess who saved us! She not only healed our wounds but also drove away those bullies!”

The demi-humans below instantly launched into a frenzy of wild speculation.

In their simple logic, whoever gave them benefits was a good person, and whoever gave them the stick was a villain.

Clearly, Lin Fan, who had just topped up everyone’s health to full, was the greatest good person of all!

“Goddess!”

“Goddess of Life!”

Someone shouted the first cry, and then fervent cheers erupted like a tsunami.

Countless golden threads, invisible to the naked eye, drifted out from the heads of every kneeling creature, converging into a massive torrent that surged into Lin Fan’s body.

[Faith Feedback] spun into overdrive.

Lin Fan felt her mental strength and physical condition skyrocket like a rocket, the attributes on her panel leaping wildly.

“This harvest… feels damn good.”

Lin Fan’s heart was blooming with joy, yet her face maintained that sacred, untouchable smile.

This feeling of gaining massive experience without lifting a finger—just standing around striking a few poses and saying a few sweet words—was utterly addictive.

No wonder those holy men loved pulling this kind of stunt.

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“My name… is Lei Li, the Life Spirit.”

Lin Fan didn’t bother with some imposing title. Instead, she casually borrowed the name of this forest and tacked on her own.

This not only boosted the natives’ sense of recognition but also added an air of mystery.

“As long as you harbor kindness in your hearts and have faith in me, the waters of this Spirit Lake shall forever shield you.”

After delivering that line dripping with maximum cool factor,

Lin Fan’s form flickered.

Under everyone’s gaze, she transformed into a streak of emerald light and vanished into the sky in an instant.

No way she was sticking around at a time like this.

What she needed was that elusive, come-and-go mystique. If she stayed to chat with these natives, her cool factor would plummet instantly.

“We send off the goddess!”

“Praise the Life Spirit!”

“Wahhh, the goddess isn’t wearing clothes… will she catch a cold…”

Behind her, thousands of believers knelt in devout worship and prayer.

Lin Fan glanced back at the lush forest below, a playful smile curling at the corner of her lips.

The seed had been planted.

From now on, this place would be her health potion on the Dragon Spirit Continent.

As long as these races survived, as long as this forest stood, she would receive a steady stream of Power of Faith.

“Next…”

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Lin Fan oriented herself, her gaze fixed on the distant east.

That was the Dragon Ancestral Land.

And her next scheduled “restocking location.”

“That cheap old man Long Teng should have been sent back to Azurewood City by now, right?”

“By my calculations, news of that old geezer Long Jingtian’s death should have reached Long Zhan’s ears by now.”

Lin Fan licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of a hunter spotting its prey.

“Two hundred Epic-grade Skins…”

“Dear members of the Dragon Clan, you’d better keep yourselves in good shape and wash your necks clean.”

“After all, this is all a magnificent contribution to my path to godhood.”

High above, the Astral Wind howled fiercely.

A streak of light tore through the clouds, moving so fast it left only a faint afterimage.

“Long Xuan…”

Lin Fan hovered in midair, her mind stirring slightly.

The next second, ripples like water spread across the surface of that body—a veritable masterpiece of divine craftsmanship.

Bones emitted a series of crisp, fine cracks as muscles reorganized themselves in an inhuman manner.

In merely a few breaths, the silver-haired goddess brimming with divine vitality vanished, replaced by a voluptuous purple-haired woman radiating a brooding, oppressive aura.

She retrieved a set of pre-prepared clothing from the System Space.

Long Xuan’s original outfit was already tattered and stained with blood.

A tight black leather soft-armor top with a semi-wraparound design, firmly cradling that astonishing E-cup capital, squeezing out a bottomless cleavage that exuded sheer pressure.

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The lower half was a matching short skirt that just barely wrapped around her pert rear, leaving two long, toned, and athletic legs completely exposed to the air.

On her feet were thick leather boots—and notably, she wore no socks.

The smell inside those boots was something else entirely.

“This taste… pretty straightforward, huh.”

Lin Fan glanced down at herself and curled her lips.

That woman Long Xuan really did live a life both repressed and unrestrained.

After getting her bearings, Lin Fan wasted no more time. Transforming into a streak of purple-black light, she shot eastward at full speed.

The Dragon Emperor Hall—the sacred ground of all Dragon Clans on the Dragon Spirit Continent, and the true seat of power in this world.

She wasn’t going there to flip the table this time.

Two hundred Epic-grade Skins—how many experts above Level Six did that represent?

If she slaughtered them all in one go, she’d surely immediately attract that most terrifying old monster, Long Hao.

That bastard who stabbed his own elder sister just to achieve godhood was definitely at peak Level Nine, possibly even having brushed against the threshold of Level Ten.

Before she truly fused with Long Xi’s Skin, going head-to-head with him would be like lighting a lantern in a latrine—courting death.

So, the plan had to proceed step by step.

…

After a full day of high-speed flight, a colossal palace complex suspended above the sea of clouds appeared at the edge of her vision.

That was the Dragon Emperor Hall.

Its architectural style was grand and rugged, with enormous dragon-head sculptures visible everywhere. A faint scent of sulfur and a dense Bloodline Pressure hung in the air, making even Lin Fan feel a hint of oppression.

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She suppressed her aura and descended slowly onto a massive platform at the outskirts.

“We pay our respects to Fifth Elder upon her return!”

Several guards on the platform caught sight of that iconic purple hair and icy demeanor, jolted in fright, and immediately dropped to one knee, not daring to raise their heads.

Long Xuan’s reputation in the Dragon Emperor Hall wasn’t exactly good.

Though her strength ranked last among the elders, she was the only female elder, and the younger sister of Grand Elder Long Zhan. Add to that her volatile temperament and her eerie mastery of Mental Strength, and ordinary juniors feared her more than they feared the Grand Elder himself.

“Hm.”

Lin Fan merely let out a cold grunt from her nose and began walking inward.

Just then, a scolding voice rang out from not far away.

“Useless trash! Can’t even handle this little task—what good are you?!”

A lavishly dressed young man was kicking a woman in the abdomen, sending her sprawling to the ground.

The woman, dressed in servant’s attire, carried a submissive posture. Even after being kicked to the ground, she merely curled up clutching her stomach, not daring to let out a single cry.

Lin Fan paused mid-step, his gaze sweeping over from the corner of his eye.

Well, well, what a coincidence.

According to Long Xuan’s memories, the Pureblood youth doing the beating was none other than Long Ao—the very man who had once dug out Long Yan’s Dragon Bone.

And that woman of the collateral branch lying on the ground…

Lin Fan looked closer, a playful curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

That tear-streaked face, if he wasn’t mistaken, belonged to none other than Long Yanran—the one who had betrayed Long Yan and thrown herself into Long Ao’s arms.

“Back then, you abandoned a rising star for wealth and glory. And now, this is how you live?”