Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 391 – The Goddess’s Style: A Massive Hit

The entry ceremony for fifty thousand people wasn’t nearly as chaotic as one might imagine.

The city gates of Azurewood City gaped like the maw of some great beast, slowly swallowing the winding procession of humanity whole.

This was, after all, a modern city that had been expanded and renovated to Blue Star standards. Though its population had doubled, it still handled the influx with ease.

The moment they crossed the moat, those “country folk” fleeing from Border Dragon City were utterly dumbfounded.

“Th-this… this is Azurewood City?”

A Collateral Dragonkin warrior stared with eyes as wide as copper bells, nearly dropping his weapon on his own foot.

In his memory, aside from the few major cities directly governed by the Dragon Clan, everywhere else was synonymous with filth and squalor.

Trash strewn everywhere, low ramshackle hovels, gaunt and sallow slaves—that was the standard fare for small cities.

But what was this before him?

Straight, broad roads—not pitted mud paths, but paved with some kind of grayish-white hard stone, so smooth you could ice-skate on them.

Lining both sides of the streets were neat, orderly buildings two or three stories tall. No sense of crumbling danger, but rather a beauty of solidity and order bathed in the setting sun.

The most absurd things were those iron poles by the roadside called “streetlamps.”

As night fell, soft light automatically emanated from within those glass covers, illuminating the entire avenue as bright as day.

Far brighter than Crystal Core Lamps!

“Good heavens… I bet even the Dragon Clan’s main cities aren’t this well-lit?”

Su Xiaoxiao followed at the rear of the procession, watching those wide-eyed outsiders, and a wave of superiority swelled within her.

Xiaoxiao puffed out her small chest and sniffed with the tone of a seasoned veteran:

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“Look at you all, acting like you’ve never seen anything. This is called an ‘electric light,’ got it?”

The Cat-girls nearby had stopped crying. They were pressed against a shop’s glass display window, their eyes practically glued to it.

“Sister, look! The clothes on that mannequin are so pretty!”

“What kind of fabric is that? How can it be so thin and still shimmer?”

“This must be a divine city, right? It has to be a divine city!”

Amid the clamor of the crowd, Lin Fan stood on the highest terrace of the city lord’s mansion, a freshly lit mint cigarette pinched between her fingers, her gaze somewhat distant.

“This is the generational gap of technological civilization.”

She blew out a smoke ring, looking down at the fifty thousand people below, like country bumpkins seeing the big city for the first time.

Just let them have a hot meal, sleep in draft-proof houses, and experience the conveniences of modern industrial civilization.

You wouldn’t even need to chase them away—even if you whipped them, they’d shamelessly beg to stay.

“Milady.”

The crisp click of high heels striking the floor sounded from behind.

Su Yue held a ledger in her hands, grinning so wide her fox tail nearly wagged up to the sky.

“What? Found some money?” Lin Fan didn’t turn around.

“Better than finding money!”

Su Yue thrust the ledger in front of Lin Fan, pointing at the numbers, her voice trembling: “Milady, your look today… blew up!”

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“What blew up?”

“This outfit you’re wearing!”

Su Yue was flushed with excitement: “When you entered the city, tens of thousands of eyes were on you! The white dress, the strappy heeled sandals, and that… cherry-red nail polish!”

Lin Fan blinked. “So?”

“Just after entering the city and getting settled, the thresholds of those clothing shops on Commercial Street were practically trampled flat! Every white dress—no matter the style, as long as it was white—sold out within half an hour!”

Su Yue swallowed hard and continued, “And the shoe stores too. Those high-heeled sandals that nobody wanted before—since the roads here in the other world are rough, everyone wears boots. But now… even the display samples have been snatched up!”

Lin Fan’s mouth twitched.

These people—even while fleeing for their lives, they still had to chase fashion?

“Even worse is the nail salon.”

Su Yue covered her mouth, as if trying not to laugh too openly: “That young woman who did your nails is now the hottest person in town. The line outside her shop stretches all the way to the end of the street—everyone’s asking for that red ‘goddess signature shade.'”

“Even some grown men… well… went to ask if there were larger sizes available.”

The cigarette in Lin Fan’s hand nearly dropped to the ground.

He pictured it.

Burlap-built brutes and beast-eared women all over the streets, uniformly dressed in white gowns, tottering on high heels, toes painted bright red…

That image was too beautiful to behold—he simply couldn’t bear to look.

“Stop!”

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Lin Fan rubbed his brow, a vein bulging on his forehead: “Fine if women wear them, but if any man dares, toss him straight into the moat to sober up!”

“Yes, yes—I’ve already sent people to rein it in.” Su Yue laughed so hard tears were forming, “But my lord, this is a huge business opportunity. I’ve already had my people at Fox Beauty working through the night—we’re pushing a ‘Goddess Limited Edition’ line at triple the price, and it’s still flying off the shelves.”

“And there’s this.”

Like a magician pulling a trick, Su Yue produced an exquisite little glass bottle.

“That shop selling bottles next to our Energy Potion pool—today alone they sold sixty thousand Crystals’ worth of bottles! Some refugees had no money and traded family heirlooms just to buy one, saying they wanted to keep the Holy Water bestowed by the goddess on their person to ward off evil.”

Lin Fan looked at the glass bottle that cost virtually nothing to produce and had to admit—this vixen Su Yue was a born profiteer. No wonder she’d managed to open the Fox Beauty tavern right under Hu Lie’s nose back in the day.

“Don’t hoard the Crystals we earn.”

Lin Fan flicked his cigarette away, the ember tracing an arc through the night sky.

“Put everything into city defense construction and supply procurement. These fifty thousand people need food, water, and equipment—our current stockpile won’t last long.”

“Also…”

Lin Fan turned around, his gaze sharpening in an instant, the lazy air about him vanishing completely.

“Has Zhou Ming arrived?”

At the mention of business, Su Yue immediately wiped the smile from her face and said seriously, “He just got here—waiting in the meeting room. But… he’s not in good shape.”

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City Lord’s Mansion, meeting room.

Zhou Ming was slumped in his chair, his face as pale as paper, eyes sunken deep—looking like he’d been drained dry overnight by a dozen wealthy older women.

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When he saw Lin Fan push the door open, he struggled to rise, but Lin Fan pressed a hand on his shoulder.

“Enough, skip the formalities.”

Lin Fan casually tossed him a bottle of “undiluted Energy Potion.”

“Drink it.”

Zhou Ming didn’t stand on ceremony—he opened the bottle and downed it in one gulp.

As the potion entered his stomach, his parched meridians were instantly nourished. He let out a long breath, and finally some color returned to his face.

“Lily…”

Zhou Ming gave a bitter smile: “You’re working me like a mule, boss. Keep up teleportation at this intensity, and my Spatial Ability is going to burn out completely.”

“That’s exactly why I’m giving you this.”

Lin Fan pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down. Her white dress seemed almost ethereal under the light, but her words were filled with the cold ruthlessness of a capitalist: “As long as training doesn’t kill you, train until it does. The more stable your Space Channel is now, the more capital you’ll have to survive later.”

Zhou Ming nodded helplessly. He knew Lily was right.

Though he’d been run ragged lately, his strength had indeed been improving like a rocket.

“Let’s get down to business.” Lin Fan tapped the table. “What’s the situation at the Western Sichuan base?”

Zhou Ming’s expression turned serious as he pulled a small tablet from his chest pocket.

“Not good.”