Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 389 – Perfect Goddess

That old man Copperbeard was like a shot of adrenaline, clutching the deep-sea mythril and voidstone as he dove into the earthfire furnace, even grabbing that unlucky rat-man Jiji to serve as free labor.

The entire hall was rolling with waves of heat, the clanging of metal never ceasing.

Lin Fan found it too noisy, and a place reeking of sweat was hardly fitting for her current goddess status.

All that mattered was the result; the process was irrelevant.

“Let’s go, let’s see what you’ve accomplished during this time.”

Lin Fan stretched lazily, her perfect curves on full display beneath the black dress.

Su Yue, Su Xiaoxiao, and Sun Jing immediately fell in step behind her.

Azurewood City’s commercial street had transformed completely.

Ever since she’d given Zhou Ming two Level 5 Crystal Cores and successfully upgraded him to level five, that kid’s Spatial Ability had finally become stable enough to consistently open small Rifts.

Back when they were on Blue Star, she hadn’t had much exposure to it, so she hadn’t realized—but now, after encountering all kinds of experts on the Dragon Spirit Continent, she understood that Zhou Ming’s value was simply immeasurable.

Aside from that old ancestor Long Hao and the current Dragon Emperor, this kid was probably the only Spatial Ability user around.

These past few days, he’d been transporting over a thousand survivors from Blue Star every single day.

The once-empty streets were now bustling with noise and life.

The shops lining both sides were no longer the rough, rugged style of before—hanging animal hides and selling raw meat—but instead replaced by neat, bright floor-to-ceiling display windows.

“Pretty lady, take a look at this! Latest design, new season!”

“Barbershop grand opening special! Twenty years of experience, 20% off with a membership card!”

Calls and shouts rose one after another, mostly in Blue Star accents.

Su Yue pointed at the row of exquisitely decorated shops ahead, a hint of pride in her voice: “My lady, ever since the large influx of Blue Star people, I’ve designated this entire district. I have to say, Blue Star folks really know their stuff when it comes to making money off women.”

Lin Fan swept her gaze across.

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Women’s clothing stores, shoe and bag shops, cosmetics stores—there were even beauty salons and nail salons with pink neon signs.

Even in another world, a woman’s pursuit of beauty was an instinct carved into her very bones.

Especially the native residents of the Dragon Spirit Continent, who had never seen Blue Star’s fashionable attire—this was practically a dimensional strike.

“Let’s go inside and take a look.”

Lin Fan walked into a high-end women’s boutique called “Magic City Woman.”

The owner was a Blue Star woman in her thirties, who had been recommending clothes to a few cat-eared girls. The moment she saw Lin Fan walk in, that invisible pressure made her legs go weak, nearly buckling beneath her.

“Lei… Lei Jie?” The owner was clearly one of the old-timers from Magic City, and recognized this formidable presence.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m here to shop.”

Lin Fan casually pulled over a chair and sat down, that languid yet noble aura instantly making the decently decorated shop seem a little shabby by comparison.

Sun Jing, however, knew her way around. Back on Blue Star, she’d been a refined college girl with impeccable taste.

“Lei Jie, what you’re wearing now is nice, but for your aura, it’s a bit too casual.”

Sun Jing picked through the racks, finally pulling out a long dress with striking design.

“Try this one?”

It was an elegant smoky-gray gown, made of a unique otherworldly material called flowing-light silk—light and breathable, shimmering with a moonlight-like luster as one walked.

Lin Fan didn’t hesitate, stepping into the fitting room.

When she came back out, everyone in the store held their breath.

The layered skirt spread out like mist, the waist cinched so tightly it traced a breathtaking curve.

But the most stunning part was the pair of shoes Sun Jing had matched with it.

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A pair of pure white high-heeled sandals, with large cutout sections on the sides, and several thin straps winding up from the ankles to the calves.

Lin Fan sat before the mirror, lowering her head to look at her own legs.

She had been wearing that flesh-colored open-crotch pair of stockings because she liked the feeling of being wrapped up.

“Tsk.”

Lin Fan frowned slightly.

She used to wear them to refine her leg shape and cover up any possible imperfections.

But now?

As a Legendary Lifeform, her skin had evolved to the point where even her pores had vanished—fair as jade, delicate as the finest suet, carrying its own soft-focus glow.

Wearing this layer of synthetic fiber was not only unnecessary, it was like wrapping plastic wrap over a perfect work of art—cheap and insecure.

“Rip—”

A soft sound came from the fitting room.

Lin Fan casually tore off the expensive stockings, crumpled them into a ball, and tossed them into the trash.

When she stepped barefoot into those white strappy heels, the visual impact was enough to make even Su Yue, a woman herself, stare in awe.

Not a single flaw.

The arch of her foot curved with the elegance of a swan’s neck, her ankle slender and delicate, as if a light grip could snap it—yet it supported this divine body containing terrifying power.

“Still missing a bit of color.”

Lin Fan raised her hand and looked at her bare nails.

A few minutes later, they were seated in the nail salon next door.

The nail technician was a young girl whose hands trembled like she had Parkinson’s, holding the cuticle scissors but not daring to make a move for a long time.

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“I… I don’t dare…” The girl was on the verge of tears. “Lei Jie’s feet are too beautiful. I’m afraid I’ll mess them up.”

“What cuticles are there for you to trim?” Lin Fan shot her an amused glare. “Just apply the color directly.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Lin Fan chose an extremely bold color—cherry red.

It was a deep, rich crimson so dark it bordered on black, carrying a dangerous allure.

When that intense hue was applied to her nearly translucent, fair toes, the stark contrast of colors practically challenged the human optic nerve.

Each toe was like a carved jade bud, round and lovely, the deep red on the nails resembling blood-red plum blossoms blooming in a field of snow.

The pure white of the straps, the cool white of her skin, the vivid red of her fingertips.

Three colors intertwined.

Sun Jing swallowed hard as she watched from the side, muttering quietly: “Lei Jie, if you livestreamed this back on Blue Star before the Post-apocalypse, you’d get ten million followers just from your feet alone.”

“Flatterer.”

Lin Fan lifted her foot and admired it under the light.

It was indeed beautiful.

Every part of her body followed the golden ratio—this beauty was objective truth, independent of any race’s aesthetic preferences.

Su Xiaoxiao sat nearby, cupping her face in her hands, stars shining in her eyes: “Sister, should we do something with your hair too?”

“It’s too long, a bit in the way.”

Lin Fan touched the white hair that reached her ankles.

“Let’s pin it up a little—a half-up style.”

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Half an hour later.

Lin Fan looked at herself in the mirror.

Her once loose long hair was now neatly pinned halfway up, secured with a jade-green hairpin, while the remaining strands still cascaded down her back like a waterfall, swaying gently with her movements.

It retained the goddess-like ethereal quality while adding a touch of worldly warmth.

“Boss, check please.”

Lin Fan was in a good mood.

“No, no, no! No charge!” The nail art girl shook her head like a rattle drum. “Just having Lei Jie here is the greatest honor I could ask for. This… this is practically free advertising!”

Lin Fan didn’t insist. She casually tossed down a second-grade Crystal. “Consider this a tip. Nice work.”

With that, she stepped out of the shop, her strappy heels clicking rhythmically against the floor.

She had just reached the street corner when hurried footsteps approached.

A Tiger Clan guard responsible for city defense ran up, panting heavily, and dropped to one knee:

“Report—!”

“City Lord! Lady Lei Li!”

“A large group has arrived at the city gate, led by a member of the Dragon Clan.”

“They say they’ve come from Border Dragon City. The dragon’s name is Long Yan.”

Lin Fan stopped in her tracks. Her slender fingers gently brushed aside the loose strands at her temples, the cherry-red highlights gleaming almost harshly in the sunlight.

A faint smile curled at the corners of her lips.

“They came faster than I expected. Come with me to welcome our new companions.”