Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 367 – Layout Complete

The pearl curtain was pushed aside by a slender, fair-skinned hand.

Lin Fan stepped barefoot onto the carpet. The purple gown she wore hung loosely, its collar skewed to one side, revealing a large expanse of smooth, snow-white skin.

She carried a wine flagon in her hand, her gaze hazy and unfocused—clearly, she had been drinking heavily.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Long Zhan frowned. His eyes paused briefly on Lin Fan’s disheveled collar before he looked away. “Excessive drinking harms the body. Stop.”

“Can’t sleep.”

Lin Fan let out a drunken burp, swaying unsteadily as she walked toward Long Zhan. Her body went limp, and she sat down directly on the carpet at his feet.

She rested her head against Long Zhan’s thigh like a lazy cat.

“Brother, do you remember? When I was little and afraid of the dark, you were always the one who coaxed me to sleep.”

Long Zhan’s body stiffened.

That was decades ago.

Back then, Long Xuan had still been a little shadow clinging to his heels, and he had yet to bear the heavy burden of being the Grand Elder.

“You’re all grown up now, why bring up childhood matters?” Long Zhan’s voice softened as he reached out to help her up. “The floor is cold. Go back to bed.”

“I won’t.”

Lin Fan wrapped her arms around Long Zhan’s calf, rubbing her cheek against his pant leg, her voice thick with tears.

“Besides you, there’s no one in this world who cares about me… Brother, don’t leave tonight, okay? Stay and keep me company.”

Long Zhan let out a sigh and placed his large hand on top of her head, gently tousling her hair.

“I won’t leave. I’ll stay right here and watch over you.”

“Really?”

Lin Fan lifted her head, looking at him through drunken, bleary eyes.

“Really.”

“Brother, you’re so good to me.” Lin Fan let out a silly laugh, then rose to her feet, her hands reaching for the buttons at her collar.

“Since Brother isn’t leaving, I’ll go take a bath first. I reek of alcohol…”

As she spoke, her finger hooked the button.

Click.

The first button came undone.

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Then the second, the third…

The purple gown slid off her rounded shoulders, pooling at her waist, revealing a blinding expanse of white beneath.

Long Zhan’s pupils contracted violently.

“You… what are you doing!”

This peak Level Eight powerhouse who shook the entire Dragon Spirit Continent now sprang up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, retreating three full steps.

“Taking a bath.”

Lin Fan’s face was full of innocence. Her hands didn’t stop moving—she even kicked off one of her boots, casually tossing it at Long Zhan’s feet.

“Brother, why are you dodging? We’re siblings by blood. You raised me when I was little.”

She spoke while closing in on Long Zhan, a wild, seductive smile plastered on her face.

“Or is it… that Brother despises me too? Despises me for being a poisonous woman no one wants?”

“Nonsense! Utter nonsense!”

Long Zhan’s aged face flushed a deep liver-red.

Though the Dragon Clan was liberal in matters of romance, this was his own biological sister—and this wasn’t decades ago when things were less complicated!

If word of this got out, where would his dignity as Grand Elder stand?

Watching Lin Fan’s apparent intent to strip herself completely bare, Long Zhan felt his scalp crawl.

“You… you need to get that madness of yours treated! What kind of behavior is this!”

Long Zhan flicked his sleeve and turned to storm out.

“I’ll stand guard outside the courtyard! Once you’re done washing, go straight to sleep!”

Bang!

The door slammed shut heavily.

Even the sound of a lock clicking could be heard from outside—clearly, he was afraid this mad sister of his might come out again.

Inside the room.

The moment the door closed, the drunken, disheveled Lin Fan’s expression instantly sharpened.

There was not a trace of madness or intoxication left.

She leisurely pulled up her slipped gown, re-fastened the buttons, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips.

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“Old fossil.”

“Playing mind games with me? You’re still too green.”

She walked to the window and pushed it open a crack.

Long Zhan’s presence was right at the courtyard gate, blocking it like a mountain.

But that wouldn’t stop her.

Lin Fan turned and walked to the center of the room, closing her eyes.

[Ghost Set], activate.

[Spirit-Flesh Unity], activate.

Her body began to turn semi-transparent, and her presence vanished in an instant—cleanly, completely, as if she had never existed at all.

This was the most unstoppable aspect of combining this equipment with her innate talent.

As long as no battle broke out, even a peak Rank 8 powerhouse would find it extremely difficult to detect that state of “nothingness.”

Like a wisp of a ghost, Lin Fan passed directly through the wall at the back window.

She didn’t take the main entrance. Instead, she slipped into the underground drainage pipe like a fish gliding through water.

The dark, damp environment had no effect on her whatsoever.

Five minutes later.

The forbidden reservoir behind Dragon Emperor Hall.

Inside the massive underground cavern, the water’s surface was perfectly still.

Lin Fan stood at the edge, her golden vertical pupils coldly gazing down at the bottomless reservoir below.

Omniscient Domain, activate.

Under the microscopic view, Lin Fan could clearly see that within the originally pure water molecular structure, there was now a faint trace of golden threads.

Those were her mental imprints—countless tiny anchors of faith.

This was the water source for the entire Dragon Emperor Hall.

Whether it was the high-and-mighty elders or newly born Dragon Clan hatchlings, as long as they lived within Dragon Emperor Hall, they couldn’t do without this water.

Drink up.

The more you drink, the more your subconscious will feel a sense of closeness to the name “Lei Li.”

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Until one day in the future, when this seed takes root and sprouts, these Pureblood Dragon Clan members who pride themselves on their noble bloodline will discover in terror that a deity—one they revere even more than Long Hao—has already appeared within their souls.

“The groundwork is complete.”

Lin Fan withdrew her gaze, a cold smile curving at the corner of her lips.

Now, it was time to deal with that clever Long Ye.

Based on her deductions, that old schemer Long Ye had already set out during the day.

A Rank 8 powerhouse moved at incredible speed. If it were Long Xuan at peak Rank 7, even giving it everything she had, she could only chase after and eat dust.

But Lin Fan was different.

Her current main body was a genuine Rank 8—and a Rank 8 with cheats enabled, at that!

The next second.

BOOM!

A nearly tangible wave of black mental strength erupted from her body, instantly blasting through the rock layer above the cavern.

Talent—[Heart of Envy], full power activation!

Her mental strength value, originally just over fifty thousand, skyrocketed wildly in that moment, directly breaking through the hundred-thousand mark, reaching the terrifying level of a peak Rank 8.

At the same time, the passive talents [Tyranny] and [Hymn of Life] triggered, flooding her limbs and bones with berserk power and vitality, pushing her physical capabilities to their absolute limit.

Lin Fan’s figure flickered in place.

Then, a piercing sonic boom tore through the air.

It was the shriek of the sound barrier being shattered in an instant.

Her figure had already vanished, leaving only a purple afterimage—like a phantom—burned into the air, lingering for a long time without dissipating.

True full-speed burst.

If anyone had looked up at the sky at that moment, they would have seen a streak of black-purple light tearing through the clouds at a speed that defied the laws of physics, charging madly toward the north.

…

The next morning.

Sunlight spilled across the purple courtyard.

Long Zhan stood at the door, holding a bowl of steaming spiritual porridge.

He had stood there all night.

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There had been no sound from inside, which put him somewhat at ease.

It seemed that after the commotion last night, Xuan’er had grown tired and fallen asleep.

“Xuan’er.” Long Zhan knocked on the door, softening his voice as much as he could. “Are you awake? I had someone prepare the blood swallow porridge you love so much.”

Dead silence from within the room.

Long Zhan frowned.

“Xuan’er? I’m coming in?”

Still no response.

A sudden sense of dread surged through Long Zhan’s heart.

He shoved the door open.

On the large bed, the blanket was mounded into the shape of a person.

Long Zhan strode over and yanked the blanket aside.

Pillows.

Two long rectangular pillows had been stuffed under the blanket, arranged to look like a person.

Crack.

The porcelain bowl in Long Zhan’s hand instantly crumbled to dust, and the scalding spiritual porridge dripped through his fingers—but he seemed not to notice at all.

She had gone to Border Dragon City!

“Damn it!”

The veins on Long Zhan’s forehead bulged, and a terrifying aura instantly blew the roof clean off.

“She must have figured it out! She knows what Long Ye went there to do!”

That crazy, unhinged act last night—it had all been a performance!

All of it was to get him out of the way!

Long Zhan’s face turned ashen. With a flicker of his form, he transformed directly into a streak of golden light and shot into the sky.

“I have to stop her!”

“If she sees Long Ye kill that girl, Xuan’er will absolutely lose control on the spot!”