Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 364 – Crazy Little Sister’s Acting Masterclass

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Long Zhan froze for a moment, then irritation crept in.

“I asked you where Long Jingtian is. Where is Long Jingtian?”

Lin Fan was startled, trembling slightly as his gaze darted away.

“Third Brother… Third Brother is also…”

“Also dead?”

Second Elder Long Ye, who had been sitting quietly to the side, suddenly spoke up.

He set down his teacup, rose to his feet, and walked step by step to stand before Lin Fan. His narrow eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

“Fifth Sister, explain yourself clearly.”

Long Ye’s voice betrayed neither anger nor pleasure. “Third Elder was a Rank 8 Powerhouse with the Soul-Devouring Domain protecting him. Long Teng may have been crippled, but he still had the strength to fight.”

“Add you—a peak Rank 7 mental-type cultivator—and that lineup going to kill a Demonic Dragon… how could you all be wiped out?”

“Unless that Demonic Dragon was Rank 9?”

Lin Fan swallowed hard, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

“No… it wasn’t a Demonic Dragon…”

“That Demonic Dragon… was Long Yi!”

The atmosphere in the hall instantly froze solid.

Long Zhan’s pupils contracted sharply. So it was him after all.

“That traitor.”

Long Zhan gnashed his teeth, the very air around him crackling with pressure. “So he really was the one who killed Long Jingtian. Fine. Just fine.”

“He got away fifteen years ago, but this time I’ll skin him alive with my own hands.”

“Hold on, Grand Elder.”

Long Ye raised a hand to stop Long Zhan.

He stared into Lin Fan’s eyes, his gaze piercing.

“Fifth Sister, you said earlier that Long Teng is also dead?”

Lin Fan nodded, tears still streaming down. “Brother Teng died saving me… at Long Yi’s hands…”

“That’s strange.”

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Long Ye smiled, but his smile was cold and sinister.

“Everyone knows that Long Yi’s younger sister is Long Teng’s wife.”

Long Ye circled halfway around Lin Fan, his fingers tapping on the armrest.

“Long Yi might harbor a bone-deep hatred for the Pureblood Dragon Clan, but how could he possibly kill his own sister’s husband?”

Long Ye stopped, bent down, and brought his face close to Lin Fan’s—very close.

“Fifth Sister, you’re lying.”

Lin Fan’s heart skipped half a beat at that moment.

This old fox—quick on the uptake.

Just as expected, such a story couldn’t fool someone who’d spent a lifetime playing schemes and intrigues.

But it was only half a beat.

The next second, Lin Fan’s expression twisted even further—into fury, resentment, and hysteria.

“What would you know?”

Lin Fan shoved the approaching Long Ye away, stumbling back two steps before colliding with a stone pillar.

She gasped for breath, her chest heaving.

“Yes, I’m lying.”

Lin Fan raised her head, her golden eyes filled with madness as she stared straight at Long Ye.

“I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to admit it.”

“Because that man—the man I loved my entire life—even in death, his heart was still thinking of that bitch.”

Long Zhan furrowed his brow. “Xuan’er, what exactly happened?”

Lin Fan closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks.

“We had already suppressed that Demonic Dragon. Third Brother used the Soul-Devouring Nails, and I had taken control of the Demonic Dragon’s Mental Sea. We were on the verge of success…”

Lin Fan’s voice dropped, trembling.

“Brother Teng suddenly struck.”

“He stabbed Third Brother through from behind with a single sword thrust.”

“What?!”

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Long Zhan’s eyes bulged wide, his aura erupting and shattering the tables and chairs in the hall.

“That beast Long Teng dared to ambush a Third Elder of the Dragon Clan?”

“Why wouldn’t he dare?”

Lin Fan let out a bitter laugh, his eyes opening with a hollow gaze. “That Demonic Dragon regained its sanity as it lay dying. Brother Teng recognized him as Long Yi.”

“To avenge Long Qingyue for what happened all those years ago, he drove his sword into Third Brother’s body without a moment’s hesitation.”

“Third Brother was gravely wounded, and the Soul-Devouring Domain spiraled out of control.”

“Long Yi seized the chance to break free, transforming into a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon.”

“That battle…”

Lin Fan hugged his shoulders, sinking into the memory. “Long Yi and Brother Teng joined forces to besiege Third Brother. Third Brother, with his last breath, detonated his own origin.”

“Long Yi had thick skin and a Golden Dragon’s body—he weathered it.”

“But Brother Teng…”

Lin Fan lowered his head, staring at his own hands.

“He never had Dragon Bone to begin with. His body had long been hollowed out. Third Brother’s Soul-Devouring Poison burrowed straight into his organs and melted him into a pool of blood.”

“Right before my eyes, he dissolved bit by bit.”

“Even as he died, he was still calling Long Qingyue’s name.”

“Hahaha…”

Lin Fan suddenly burst into laughter, shrill and piercing. “Karma. It’s all karma.”

“He betrayed his clan for that woman, betrayed all of us, and in the end died without even a complete corpse.”

Only Lin Fan’s laughter echoed through the great hall.

Long Zhan’s face was grim.

The logic held together.

Long Teng, to avenge Long Qingyue and save his brother-in-law, had switched sides at the critical moment.

Long Jingtian, ambushed and pushed to the brink, had fought back desperately and taken down the fragile Long Teng with him. It all made sense.

“And you?”

Long Ye’s voice remained calm, but the pressure in his tone had eased somewhat. “Since Long Yi survived, how did he let you go? You’re the one who reported his sister all those years ago.”

“Because he had just recovered—he wasn’t at full strength.”

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Lin Fan pretended her Mental Sea was utterly drained, speaking in a trembling, unsteady voice.

“I burned my life force and barely escaped with my life.”

With that, Lin Fan’s body tilted and she collapsed.

Long Zhan reacted swiftly, catching her in his arms.

“That’s enough.”

Long Zhan glared at Long Ye, looking down at the frail sister in his embrace. “Xuan’er nearly lost her life bringing back this news. How much longer do you intend to interrogate her?”

Long Ye looked at Lin Fan, silent for a few seconds.

“I was merely confirming the intelligence.”

He turned to gaze at the sea of clouds beyond the great hall, his fingers calculating beneath his sleeve.

Dead men tell no tales.

The bodies would have rotted away completely in the swamp by now.

But if Long Teng had truly switched sides at the critical moment, then this was the only explanation that could account for a Rank 8 Powerhouse falling so completely.

“Spread the order—he’s back.”

Long Zhan let out a cold snort, then bent down and lifted Lin Fan into his arms.

“Go back to your residence and rest. No one is to disturb the Fifth Elder during this time.”

Lin Fan buried her face against Long Zhan’s broad shoulder, her body trembling slightly as she murmured in a low voice.

“Brother Teng… why did you leave me behind…”

Long Zhan let out a heavy sigh and strode out of the council hall.

“Don’t think about that traitor anymore. He’s not worth it.”

Long Zhan moved quickly, crossing the long white marble corridor until he reached a courtyard filled with purple flowers.

This was Long Xuan’s residence, the air thick with the fragrance of blossoms.

Long Zhan laid Lin Fan down on the large bed in the bedroom and reached out to probe her Mental Sea.

Lin Fan suddenly shrank back to the corner of the bed, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.

“Don’t touch me! You all wanted to harm him—you all wished him dead!”

Long Zhan stopped his hand, his expression darkening.

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“I’m your brother! I’m doing this for your own good!”

“Leave! I want to be alone!”

Lin Fan screamed and swept the tea set off the table with one motion.

Long Zhan looked at the shattered pieces on the floor, then at his somewhat deranged sister, and gritted his teeth.

“Fine. Calm down first.”

“I’ll have the maids keep watch outside. If you need anything, just ask.”

Long Zhan turned around and strode out the door.

The moment the door closed, the madness on Lin Fan’s face vanished instantly.

She sat by the bed, listening to Long Zhan’s footsteps fade away, finally disappearing beyond the courtyard.

“This cheap brother of mine isn’t lacking in caution.”

Lin Fan rolled her neck and stood up from the bed.

She walked to the mirror and looked at the woman in the reflection—long black-purple hair, a haggard expression.

“Acting is exhausting.”

She turned and headed toward the bathhouse at the rear of the residence.

In the enormous white jade bathtub, warm spring water flowed out automatically.

Lin Fan didn’t rush to undress. She closed her eyes and instantly activated the Omniscient Domain.

Hum.

An invisible wave of Mental Strength spread outward from her like an unfolding fan.

Everything within a thousand meters turned into transparent data models in her mind.

The paths of the drainage pipes.

The nodes of the water supply system.

And the servants and guards currently at work.

Lin Fan traced the water supply pipes to their source and discovered that the Dragon Emperor Hall’s water came from a deep pool in the rear mountain.

That pool connected to an underground spiritual vein—the lifeline of the entire Dragon Ancestral Land.

“So it’s here after all.”