Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 365 – Feeding Some Intel to His Highness the Dragon Emperor

Lin Fan opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing through her pupils.

Spirit-Flesh Unity, activate.

Her body began to turn ethereal, like a shadow without substance.

She passed directly through the bedroom wall, avoiding the sightlines of the guards in the courtyard, and sped toward the rear mountain.

The patrol density at Dragon Emperor Hall was extremely high.

Every fifty meters, there was a squad of fully armed Collateral Dragonkin soldiers.

But to Lin Fan, who had activated her Omniscient Domain, these people were no different from the blind.

She calculated the blind spots of every squad’s line of sight, weaving through the shadows of the buildings.

Five minutes later.

Lin Fan stopped before a massive stone gate.

This was the entrance to the reservoir, guarded by two fifth-rank Dragon Clan sentinels.

“I heard the Third Elder died out there—is that true or not?”

The captain on the left lowered his voice and asked.

“Shh, don’t talk nonsense. Didn’t you see the Grand Elder’s face just now? Looked like he wanted to kill someone.”

The soldier on the right shrank his neck.

Lin Fan stood three meters behind them, her body in a state of etherealization.

She didn’t kill them—that would leave behind the scent of blood and residual energy.

Like a gentle breeze, she slipped directly through the cracks of the stone gate.

Beyond the gate lay a massive underground reservoir.

The deep blue surface of the water was as calm as a mirror, dense Spirit Energy rising from it in wisps.

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Lin Fan walked to the edge of the pool and took several glass vials filled with Energy Potion from her System Space.

“Drink up. Once you drink, we’ll all be one family.”

With Spirit Qi Purification at her current level of strength, even diluted several times over, it would still exert a subtle, imperceptible influence on any creature below the sixth rank.

It wouldn’t change their will immediately.

But it would plant a seed, buried deep in the subconscious of these Dragon Clan disciples.

When Lin Fan appeared before them again, those hidden convictions would erupt in an instant.

She poured out all her remaining stock in one go, and even took the opportunity to brew some extra Energy Potion on the spot, letting it seep into the reservoir.

She didn’t linger. She returned the same way she came.

A quarter of an hour later.

Lin Fan was back in the bathhouse. She stripped off her bloodstained leather clothes and sank her entire body into the bathtub.

Warm water washed over her.

She stared at the relief carvings on the ceiling and murmured to herself.

“The groundwork is laid. Now, all that’s left is to wait.”

The next morning, in the Grand Council Hall.

The air was somewhat oppressive.

Long Zhan sat in the seat of honor, his face darker than yesterday, his fingers tapping against the armrest in an erratic rhythm.

Long Ye sat on the left, holding a briefing report delivered by a scout.

Lin Fan had changed into a purple long dress, her hair simply tied up, the rims of her eyes still slightly swollen and red.

She sat in the chair at the very back, head lowered, looking distracted.

“Let’s hear it—how do we handle Border Dragon City?”

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Long Zhan spoke first, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Long Ye set down the report and said flatly.

“The scout has returned. Border Dragon City is now under the command of a captain named Long Yan.”

“Long Teng’s daughter, Long Wu, accepted the City Lord’s seal after the funeral.”

Long Zhan let out a cold laugh.

“Border Dragon City doesn’t have a single high-tier combatant now. What right does Long Wu have to govern it?”

Long Zhan turned his gaze to Lin Fan.

“Xuan’er, you tell me—has that girl Long Wu shown any signs of abnormality lately?”

Lin Fan raised her head, her eyes somewhat evasive.

“What abnormality could she have… She just cries all day long. Cries enough to annoy me.”

Long Ye suddenly interjected.

“Grand Elder, there’s one thing you might have forgotten.”

“Although Long Qingyue was executed back then, she was still Long Yi’s own younger sister.”

“Long Wu carries the blood of that rebel.”

The temperature in the great hall dropped several degrees in an instant.

Long Zhan’s gaze turned vicious.

“Long Qingyue…”

Long Zhan rose to his feet and paced back and forth across the hall.

“Fifteen years ago, because Long Teng voluntarily dug out his own Dragon Bone to prove his loyalty, I chose not to pursue the matter further. But now…”

Long Zhan stopped in his tracks and looked at Long Ye.

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“You’re worried that little girl Long Wu might awaken that bloodline too?”

Long Ye nodded, his tone calm yet laced with cold ruthlessness.

“Cut the weeds and dig up the roots, or they’ll grow again come spring.”

“Even though there’s no sign of it yet, if she ever awakens the Golden Dragon Bloodline, she’ll be another Long Yi.”

“We absolutely cannot let that happen.”

Long Zhan pondered for a moment, then nodded.

“Makes sense.”

“Then there’s no need to wait. Send someone to Border Dragon City to take care of her.”

“No!”

A piercing shriek exploded through the hall.

Lin Fan lunged forward, clutching desperately at Long Zhan’s sleeve. Her long, manicured nails raked several creases into the great elder’s robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns.

“Brother! You can’t touch her!”

Lin Fan looked up, her disheveled hair covering half her face, her golden pupils filled with terror and pleading—like a madwoman protecting her young.

“She’s the only flesh and blood Brother Teng has left… the only trace he left in this world!”

Long Zhan frowned and tried to pull his sleeve free, but Lin Fan gripped it too tightly, as if clinging to her last lifeline.

“Xuan’er, snap out of it!”

Long Zhan looked at his sister in this half-mad state, barely containing his fury: “She’s Long Qingyue’s spawn! Aren’t you the one who hated her the most? Why keep her around to torment yourself?”

“I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear it!”

Lin Fan shook her head wildly, tears streaming down her face like they cost nothing, her voice hoarse: “I don’t care who gave birth to her—she carries Brother Teng’s blood! When I look at her, I feel like Brother Teng is still alive… Brother, I’m begging you, bring her here. I want to raise her. I’ll have her call me Mother. I’ll treat her like my own daughter…”

As she spoke, a strange, obsessive smile suddenly spread across Lin Fan’s face.

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“Yes… call me Mother… As long as she calls me Mother, Brother Teng will be happy. And if Brother Teng is happy, maybe he’ll come back to see me…”

The pressure in the hall sank to its lowest point.

Long Zhan looked at his delusional sister, a flicker of pain passing through his eyes—but far more than that, hatred for that dead man, Long Teng.

Even in death, he still caused harm.

A scourge like that deserved to be wiped out completely.

Beside them, Long Ye gave a soft cough, idly turning a teacup in his hand, his gaze deep and unreadable: “Great Elder, given Fifth Sister’s current mental state, if we forcefully kill that girl… I’m afraid…”

Long Zhan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent rising in his chest.

He was an extremely protective man.

Though he wished he could tear that girl of filthy blood limb from limb, he feared even more driving his only remaining sister completely over the edge.

“Fine.”

Long Zhan let out a single word, his voice softening slightly: “I won’t kill her.”

Lin Fan’s movements froze for a moment, hope blazing in her eyes: “Really?”

“Really.” Long Zhan reached out and gently smoothed Lin Fan’s disheveled hair, his tone as soft as he could make it. “Since you want to raise her, then so be it. I’ll have someone bring her to Dragon Emperor Hall and entrust her to your care. From now on, she will be your daughter.”

Lin Fan’s tears turned into a smile, one tinged with both innocence and cruelty, enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

“Thank you, Brother… I knew you were always the best to me.”

Long Zhan patted her shoulder, but his gaze drifted past Lin Fan’s head toward Long Ye, who sat not far away.

Their eyes met in midair.

Long Zhan’s eyelid dipped almost imperceptibly, a subtle signal hidden in his glance, before he tilted his head slightly, looking toward the hall’s entrance.

Long Ye understood at once. A faint curve tugged at the corner of his lips as he gave an almost invisible nod, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his teacup.