Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 376 – The Great Migration of Bianlong City

The green light on the ruins hadn’t fully dissipated, and the air carried a sweet, earthy scent of freshly turned soil.

Lin Fan stood in mid-air, her white hair drifting in the wind like an endless snowfall, making the three men below squint painfully.

“Stop mourning here like this. Long Teng, Long Zhan is gone, but that doesn’t mean he won’t come back.”

Lin Fan’s voice was cold as ice shards, showing not the slightest consideration for Long Teng, who had just suffered the “pain of losing his daughter.”

Long Teng knelt on the ground, clutching the soulless “Long Wu” tightly in his arms. He looked up, his eyes bloodshot with disbelief, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping: “Lady Lei Li… is there really nothing more that can be done for Wu’er?”

Lin Fan rolled her eyes inwardly.

What else could be done?

The real Long Wu had long been fused into her. What he held in his arms was nothing but an empty shell—it would be a miracle if it could even breathe.

“The body has been repaired for you. Keep it as a memento.”

Lin Fan landed, her toes hovering an inch above the ground, immaculately white.

She turned to look at Long Yi and Long Yan, who had remained silent and unmoving.

“Border Dragon City is no longer safe. Once the Grand Elder returns, he will definitely mobilize the Dragon Clan’s army. Next time, it won’t be just one Long Zhan coming.”

Long Yi let out a cold snort, his golden hair whipping wildly behind him. Though his body was still weak, the aura of a Rank 8 Powerhouse was already rising steadily.

“Let them come. Worst case, I’ll enter the Death Swamp again. Who’s afraid of who?”

“Dad, this isn’t about being afraid or not.”

Long Yan stood up. Though his eyes were also red, he was clearly more level-headed than his father.

He looked at Lin Fan, his tone carrying a newfound sincerity and respect.

“Lady Lei Li, you’re right. If we clash head-on with the Dragon Emperor Hall now, our chances of victory are less than three in ten. We need time, and we need a territory that truly belongs to us.”

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Lin Fan gave Long Yan an approving look.

As expected of the number one fighter I personally trained—his comprehension far surpassed those stubborn old fossils.

“Azurewood City.”

Lin Fan uttered three words calmly.

“It connects to the Blue Star base, and it’s the place I’ve operated the longest.”

“Blue Star…”

Long Teng held the shell in his arms, his gaze momentarily dazed before turning resolute.

“Fine! I’ve had enough of this place! This city reeks of blood, and those sanctimonious Council of Elders—sooner or later, I’ll grind their bones to ash!”

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded from not far away.

Long Yan and Yuzuru stumbled toward them, supporting each other as they emerged from the backyard of the half-collapsed City Lord’s Mansion.

Both were in a miserable state.

Bone was visible on Long Yan’s sword-arm, and Yuzuru’s face was covered in blood and grime. The tight-fitting nano combat suit on his body had been blasted into tatters, revealing a back with hardly a patch of intact skin.

But the moment Lin Fan’s Life Domain swept over them—

“Hum—”

A miracle happened.

Yuzuru stared blankly at his fingertips.

The wounds that had been deep enough to show bone were smoothed over by an invisible hand under the green light. Flesh rapidly regrew, and within three breaths, his skin became even smoother and fairer than before.

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Long Yan’s eyes went wide. He swung his fully restored right arm, feeling the Spirit Energy inside him surging so full it threatened to overflow.

“This… is this a divine miracle?”

Long Yan fell to his knees with a thud before Lin Fan, his head striking heavily against the blue stone slab.

“Border Dragon City’s garrison commander, Long Yan, thanks you for saving our lives, milady!”

Lin Fan ignored him, her gaze fixed on Yuzuru.

Yuzuru wasn’t looking at Lin Fan. Her eyes were locked on the “Long Wu” in Long Teng’s arms.

She knew—that was her sister.

In the moment that Void-Rending Cannon had struck, she’d watched with her own eyes as her sister’s Mental Sea exploded into a sky full of fireworks, all to block the shockwave.

“Yui…”

Yuzuru’s lips trembled, and from her throat came a sound like a dying beast’s final cry.

She tried to rush over, but her feet stumbled beneath her.

Lin Fan’s form flickered, and she was already before Yuzuru.

She extended a slender finger and gently pressed it against Yuzuru’s forehead.

“I understand how you feel, but she died for her faith. Her body will one day become part of the divine.”

Lin Fan’s voice carried a hypnotic quality.

Yuzuru looked up at the silver-haired goddess before her.

In her subconscious, this being was a master more important than any family.

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“Yes… milady.”

Yuzuru closed her eyes, two trails of tears sliding down her cheeks.

She forcibly suppressed the collapse within her.

“What Yui couldn’t finish… Yuzuru will complete in her place.”

“As long as milady needs it, Yuzuru’s life is yours to take at any moment.”

This loyalty—solid.

Lin Fan withdrew her hand with satisfaction and turned to Long Yan.

“Long Yan, I’m giving you one hour.”

“Gather every brother in the city guard you can trust, plus any civilians in the city willing to come with us.”

“Tell them we’re heading to a new world—one without oppression, with plenty of resources.”

“Anyone who wants to come, bring all the supplies they can carry and meet at the black market passage.”

“Anyone who doesn’t want to come, don’t force them. Let them stew in their own juice.”

Long Yan’s whole body jolted, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

“Rest assured, milady! I’ll get it done!”

With that, Long Yan and a few of his trusted men turned and charged into the ruins.

Long Teng held his “daughter,” gazing at the devastated Border Dragon City, and let out a long sigh.

“This place—I’ve defended it for fifteen years. Never thought I’d end up emptying it with my own hands.”

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“What, reluctant to leave?”

Lin Fan tilted her head.

“No. It’s just that I realize the man I used to be was a goddamn fool.”

Long Teng gave a self-deprecating laugh, then his eyes turned ruthless.

“Long Jingtian’s dead, Long Zhan and Long Ye are wounded. The Dragon Emperor Hall must be in complete chaos right now.”

“We’re not just leaving—we’re stripping Border Dragon City bare. Not a single Spirit Stone left for those old bastards!”

Lin Fan thought to herself—already on it.

By now, those big storehouses in the city probably didn’t even have a rat left in them.

Two hours later.

At the black market passage of Border Dragon City.

The scene was even more spectacular than Lin Fan had imagined.

A sea of people stretched beyond sight.

There were rhinoceros-men with broken horns, cat-girls hauling bulging packs, and more than anything—city guard soldiers of every race, clad in armor with resolve burning in their eyes.

Long Yan rode atop a mutated warhorse, a sack full of Crystals in hand, shouting at Lin Fan: “Milady! Fifty-two thousand people in total! Three thousand city guards, forty-nine thousand civilians—all willing to follow!”

Lin Fan nodded, rising into the air, her pure white hair flowing to her ankles dancing in the wind, stunning everyone below.

She looked at Long Yan:

“Long Yan, protect them along the way. These people are the roots of Border Dragon City.”