Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 366 – The Awakening of Longteng

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Lin Fan buried her face in Long Zhan’s palm, her body trembling slightly from “excitement.”

But from the angle Long Zhan couldn’t see, there was no trace of madness in her golden vertical pupils—only a clear, cold sneer.

Old man, trying to play mind games with me?

The Omniscient Domain might not be active, but my perception of emotions is razor sharp.

That flicker of killing intent just now—it was aimed right at my face!

“Alright, Xuan’er.” Long Zhan helped Lin Fan to her feet. “You’ve been exhausted these past few days. Don’t worry about trivial matters like this. Go back to the estate and rest—don’t come out. There’s too much gossip outside, and it’ll only upset you.”

House arrest?

Afraid I’ll cause trouble if I learn the news?

Lin Fan obediently nodded, like a well-behaved marionette: “I’ll do as you say, Brother. I’ll go prepare Wu’er’s room—I want to put all of Brother Teng’s favorite ornaments in her room…”

Muttering to herself, she stumbled out of the room.

Watching that purple figure disappear through the doorway, the warmth on Long Zhan’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a grim, icy expression.

“Long Ye.”

“Here.”

Long Ye set down his teacup and rose to his feet.

“Make a personal trip to Border Dragon City.” Long Zhan’s voice was cold as frozen shards. “Leave no survivors. Make it look like an accident. Even if Xuan’er suspects later, without evidence, what can she do? Given time, she’ll naturally forget.”

“Understood.”

Long Ye adjusted his robes and smiled. “A mere Rank 6 girl—crushing her is easier than crushing an ant.”

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Meanwhile.

Azurewood City.

The border town once under Hu Lie’s jurisdiction had been transformed into a massive steel fortress brimming with Blue Star modern aesthetics.

The city had expanded to twice its original size.

The Rift in the city opened at regular intervals, with a steady stream of people and supplies flowing through from the Chuanshan base on the other side.

On the main road outside the city gate, transport wagons from Border Dragon City arrived in an endless procession, delivering goods into Azurewood City.

In the massive underground chamber beneath the Lord’s Mansion, precision instruments were emitting ticking and clicking sounds as they operated.

The golden healing light around Sun Jing’s hands slowly faded.

Looking at the pale-faced man on the bed, whose features remained sharp and resolute despite his condition, she couldn’t help but marvel: “What a monster. He had Rank 8 Powerhouse bones grafted in, and he’s already recovered in just ten days.”

Beside the sickbed stood a burly man with golden hair.

It was Long Yi, restored to his human form.

With arms crossed over his chest, he stared at the unconscious Long Teng on the bed and rumbled in his deep voice: “This guy’s a stubborn mule—tough as nails. This kind of pain is just a scratch to him.”

The moment he finished speaking.

The man on the bed suddenly twitched a finger.

Then, those eyes that had been shut for ten days snapped open.

BZZZT!

A terrifying aura erupted from his body in an instant, and the surrounding medical instruments exploded in a shower of sparks and crackling electricity.

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“Ah! My equipment!”

Sun Jing hopped around in heartbreak. “I had to beg Chu Chen to bring these over from Blue Star—if they’re broken, there’s nowhere to fix them!”

Long Teng sat up in a daze, staring at his own hands.

His body, once weak and frail, now brimmed with explosive power.

That long-missed sensation—one even stronger than his peak—surged and roared through him.

He could feel that at the hollow where his Dragon Bone had been gouged out, a cold and overbearing force was continuously reshaping his flesh and blood.

“Awake?”

Long Yi stepped forward and slapped Long Teng on the shoulder. “How do you feel?”

“This is…”

Long Teng clenched his fist, and the air in his palm was crushed with a popping sound. “Eighth-rank power?”

“Long Jingtian’s bone.”

Long Yi grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. “That old bastard might be trash, but this set of bones is genuinely good stuff. Not only have you recovered, but you’ve also turned misfortune into a blessing. Once you fully fuse with it, you’ll solidly step into the eighth rank.”

Long Teng froze.

Memories surged back like a tidal wave.

“Where’s Wu’er?”

Long Teng whipped his head around, his gaze locked dead on Long Yi. “Where is Wu’er?”

The smile on Long Yi’s face stiffened for a moment.

He scratched his head, his eyes darting away evasively. “Well… the situation was urgent back then. You were unconscious, and I had to get you and Yan’er out. That girl Wu’er… she said she’d stay behind to cover our retreat and deal with the mess in Border Dragon City.”

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“What did you say?!”

Long Teng leaped straight off the bed, not even bothering with the tubes that snapped off his body.

He grabbed Long Yi by the collar, his eyes bloodshot. “You left her alone in Border Dragon City?!”

“Do you know that madwoman Long Xuan isn’t dead?! Do you know that with Long Jingtian dead, the Dragon Emperor Hall will definitely send people to investigate?!”

“How old is she? She’s barely come of age! You let her face those man-eating monsters of the Dragon Emperor Hall all by herself?!”

Long Teng’s roar shook the entire medical room.

Long Yi felt a pang of guilt and let himself be grabbed. “That girl was dead set on it at the time, and I could tell she wasn’t ordinary. That fierce streak in her…”

“Fierce streak my ass!”

Long Teng was so frantic that his freshly healed wounds began to seep blood. “She did it to save me! To not drag us down!”

In his heart, Long Wu was still that fragile little girl who needed protection.

Even if she had awakened some strange ability.

But in a father’s eyes, his daughter would always be a child he needed to shield.

Now, that fragile daughter had stayed behind alone in that den of wolves and tigers to cover for them.

At the thought of the Dragon Emperor Hall’s cruel methods, at the thought of the Grand Elder’s ruthless, root-and-branch style of extermination—

Long Teng’s heart twisted as if pierced by knives.

“No, I have to go back.”

Long Teng released Long Yi and turned to charge out.

“Are you insane?” Long Yi grabbed him. “Going back now is suicide! The Dragon Emperor Hall is surely already putting a bounty on your head. The moment your face shows itself, the entire Dragon Spirit Continent will be hunting you!”

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“So what?”

Long Teng turned his head back, his gaze so resolute it made one’s heart tremble.

“In this life of mine, I failed Qingyue in the first half—I watched her die before my eyes.”

“If in the second half I can’t even protect Wu’er, if I let her fall into their hands…”

“Then what use is this life of mine?!”

Long Teng wrenched free of Long Yi’s grip, drew a deep breath, and black spiritual power surged around him—the power of the Soul-Devouring Domain, now fully under his command.

“Right now, in the eyes of the world, I’m already a dead man.”

“A dead man is best suited for things that can’t bear the light.”

“I’m going to sneak back into Border Dragon City.”

Long Teng’s gaze fixed eastward, murderous intent radiating from him.

“Whoever dares to lay a hand on my daughter will learn what it truly means to be a madman.”

Night had fallen, and the purple courtyard was shrouded in stillness.

The bedroom blazed with light.

Long Zhan sat like a guardian deity on the armchair in the outer chamber, his back ramrod straight, his golden-glinting eyes periodically sweeping toward the beaded curtain of the inner room.

He was keeping watch.

Though he claimed it was for his sister’s own good—to let her rest and recuperate—he was more afraid that his mentally unstable sister might catch wind of something and go ruin Long Ye’s plans.

“Brother.”