Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 370 – I really want to— stay by your side forever, Master

The earth trembled.

The rock ceiling overhead shuddered from the battle raging above, sending dust cascading down in a steady patter.

A hundred meters underground, inside a naturally formed cavern.

“Cough…”

A cough so faint it was nearly inaudible shattered the deathly silence.

Lin Fan had already deactivated the Myriad-Change Witch form, reverting to her original appearance with flowing white hair.

She stood barefoot on the damp rock, her palm radiating a soft yet overwhelming emerald glow.

The Life Domain operated at full power.

At her feet lay a body torn nearly beyond recognition.

It was Yui, who had already shed her “Long Wu” disguise and reverted to the appearance of that girl-next-door.

Yui’s condition was utterly horrific—nearly half her body had been obliterated by Long Ye’s Void-Rending Cannon. Shredded organs and splintered bone fragments were fused together in a sight that made one’s scalp crawl.

But under Lin Fan’s Domain—which could practically be called a “mobile fountain of life”—a bizarre scene unfolded.

Countless strands of granulation tissue writhed and intertwined like living serpents.

Shattered ribs reconnected on their own. Pulverized organs regrew from nothing. Even the ghastly gaping wound closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just over ten seconds, a body that should have belonged to a corpse had already restored itself to its original pale perfection.

“Since you’re awake, stop pretending to sleep.”

Lin Fan withdrew her hand, her tone flat, utterly devoid of emotion.

The girl on the ground trembled at her eyelashes, then slowly opened her eyes.

There was no joy of survival in those eyes—only the dull, ashen pallor of despair.

Her body was repaired.

But her Mental Sea had collapsed.

Long Ye, that old schemer—as a peak Tier 8 expert—his attacks were never purely physical. The corrosive law imbued within that strike had blasted Yui’s Mental Sea into a complete pulp.

“Milady…”

Yui turned her head with great difficulty, gazing at the white-haired woman before her, who stood as pure and lofty as a deity.

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She felt no pain, no awareness of her own body—even her thoughts were slowly dissipating.

“Did I… perform well enough?”

Lin Fan looked down at her, her expression unreadable: “Very well. The looks on Long Teng and Long Yan’s faces just now were quite something.”

“That’s good then…”

A faint smile of contentment actually surfaced on Yui’s deathly pale face.

She had known the ending all along.

From the moment Milady asked her to disguise herself as Long Wu and stay behind, she had known how this would end.

But in this world that devoured the weak, dying by her lady’s side was more than she could have asked for.

“Milady, I know I’m done for.”

Yui’s voice grew softer and softer, like a candle flame flickering in the wind. “My mind is all jumbled… something seems to be eating away at my memories… Being able to help Milady one last time—Yui is truly happy.”

She struggled to raise her hand, as if trying to touch Lin Fan’s ankle, to express her final act of submission.

“Don’t waste your strength.”

Lin Fan crouched down and reached out to gently stroke Yui’s cheek.

“Yui understands…”

The girl’s gaze began to drift, her pupils slowly dilating, yet her voice remained remarkably resolute. “Milady… I wish I could stay by your side forever…”

Lin Fan rose to her feet, looking down from above at Yui, whose life flame was on the verge of extinguishing. “Don’t worry. I will carry your body and your power with me, all the way to the highest seat.”

“Th… thank you…”

The last two words left her lips, and Yui’s arms fell limply.

The light in her eyes faded completely.

Lin Fan’s face was obscured by her long hair, revealing no expression, but her outstretched hand paused briefly in the air before clenching into a fist.

Then she pressed her palm against Yui’s still-warm forehead.

“System, get to work.”

[Ding! High-quality material detected, beginning crafting…]

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[Crafting in progress…]

This time, the system’s progress bar moved at an astonishing speed.

Previously, crafting materials of this grade took at least several hours, but ever since she first crafted a Legendary-grade Skin, the system had upgraded and accelerated the Skin Crafting process.

In just two minutes.

A soft glow flashed.

The body on the ground vanished.

In its place, a translucent layer of skin, as thin as a cicada’s wing and radiating faint ripples of law, floated suspended in midair.

Lin Fan reached out and grasped it, and a familiar stream of information surged into her mind.

[Ding! Crafting complete!]

[Skin: Yui]

[Bloodline: Human]

[Grade: Mythic]

[Talent: Word-to-Law]

[Description: An extremely rare mental mutation talent. Consumes a large amount of Mental Strength to manifest the caster’s thoughts into reality, forcibly rewriting the logic of reality. If Mental Strength is sufficient, in theory, one could achieve “a single thought creates, a single thought extinguishes.”]

“Mythic Grade…”

Lin Fan stared at the item in her hand, a flicker of heat in her eyes.

Although Yui’s physical stats were weak, barely reaching the peak of Level Five, this single talent alone was enough to elevate the Skin’s value all the way to Mythic Grade.

“What a pity…”

Lin Fan glanced at the empty System Space and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Broke.”

She really was broke.

To fuse Long Xuan and Lusha, she had burned through all the Perfect-grade Skins she had saved up.

And now her main body had reached Legendary Grade.

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If she wanted to fuse this Mythic-grade [Yui] now, the system didn’t even need to quote a price—Lin Fan could guess herself that it would require a large number of Epic-grade Skins as padding.

Moreover, this Skin was too special—a purely mental-side rule-based ability—so the number of Skins required would definitely be substantial.

“I’ll just have to set it aside for now.”

Lin Fan flipped her wrist and stored [Yui] away in the deepest part of the System Space.

“What matters right now is still those two hundred Epic-grade Skins.”

She thought of the Skin still stored in the deepest recesses of the System Space.

The Dragon Clan’s ancestor, Long Xi.

That Legendary-grade existence with the [Space-Time Sovereign] talent.

That was the true trump card that would let her walk sideways through the Dragon Clan.

Right now, that old monster Long Hao was still an unknown quantity. If she didn’t fuse Long Xi as soon as possible, and ended up facing Long Hao head-on, with her current strength, she would definitely lose.

After all, that was an ancient fiend who had lived for countless years—who knew what killing moves he had up his sleeve?

“But then again…”

Lin Fan raised her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through the thick rock layers to see the scene above ground.

“Things should be pretty lively up there right now.”

Long Wu and Long Xuan were both “dead.”

That daughter-obsessed Long Teng was probably losing his mind by now. Add Long Yi and Long Yan, those two hotheads, and those three human-shaped nukes together would be more than enough to give that old schemer Long Ye a real headache.

“Fight. The harder, the better.”

Since Long Ye dared to come out alone, then he might as well not go back.

Lin Fan smoothed her waterfall of white hair and casually took a plain white dress from the System Space.

She was Lei Li now.

She was the Goddess of Life.

It was time to let her true form make an appearance.

The sky was torn to shreds by violent, rampaging energy.

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Above what had been a clear sky over Border Dragon City, it now seemed like doomsday had arrived.

“ROAR—!!”

With an earth-shattering bellow, Long Ye’s body swelled and expanded with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, a purple-black dragon over a hundred meters in length coiled across the heavens.

This was the true form of a peak Level 8 expert.

But his enormous draconic pupils, once filled with arrogance, were now written all over with shock and uncertainty.

Because across from him, three equally terrifying auras had risen into the sky.

BOOM!

Black mist churned.

Long Teng’s snow-white hair instantly turned pitch black, and his entire body was enveloped in a dense cocoon of black light so thick it could not be dispersed.

The next second, the cocoon exploded.

An equally massive black dragon burst forth into the air.

It bore wings on its back, scales as dark as ink, and exuded a nauseating aura of corrosion from head to tail—that was the Origin Power belonging to the deceased Third Elder, Long Jingtian, yet now it was perfectly recreated upon Long Teng’s body.

And because of the hatred fueling it, this power was even more frenzied and tyrannical than when Long Jingtian had been alive!

But this was still not what shocked Long Ye the most.

AOOO—!

AOOO—!

Two high-pitched, resounding dragon roars rang out almost simultaneously.

Golden light flashed, piercing through the sea of black clouds overhead.

Two Five-Clawed Golden Dragons, radiating sacred and majestic authority, appeared on the left and right like a pair of golden war gods, firmly sealing off Long Ye’s escape routes.

That was the legendary royal bloodline of the Dragon Clan.

It represented absolute power and suppression.

“Two of them?!”