Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 393 – As long as I don’t feel the pain, it’s zero cost

“Hum——”

The silver tassel necklace suddenly trembled violently, like a high-voltage wire that had just been connected to a power source.

Lin Fan felt the vast, ocean-like emerald Spirit Energy within her body surge out wildly through the necklace, without even needing her deliberate guidance.

That feeling of being drained was not pleasant.

It was like someone had hooked a high-powered pump to your very core, sending waves of sour weakness and exhaustion through every limb and bone.

But the twenty people standing across from her felt something entirely different.

“Ugh!”

Ah Hu was the first to cry out. His originally dark face instantly flushed to a liver-red color, and the veins on his forehead throbbed like writhing earthworms.

The black bracelet on his wrist was burning hot. An extremely pure yet violent energy was forcing its way into his meridians without any regard for courtesy, stretching his small body—which had only been at Level Four—to the point of bursting.

“Lei Jie… I can’t take it anymore!” Ah Hu gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through clenched jaws. “It’s too… too much! I can’t fit it all in!”

“Shut up and bear with it!”

Lin Fan’s face had turned somewhat pale, but her voice remained steady as a rock.

Ah Hu shuddered in fright, then bit his lip hard and desperately circulated the pitiful amount of Spiritual power within him, trying to guide this torrent.

By comparison, the others were faring much better.

Zhou Ming was a special spatial-type cultivator to begin with, and his body’s capacity for absorption was extremely high.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, the Spatial Ripples around him churning violently like boiling water.

“Pop.”

A soft sound.

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Zhou Ming’s aura suddenly surged upward.

The barrier at the mid-Level Five stage, under the onslaught of Legendary Grade Spirit Energy, was as fragile as paper—instantly shattered, and his cultivation rocketed all the way to late-Level Five.

Next was Yuzuru.

This cold-faced beauty from Sakura Island was trembling all over, her wind blades carving into the ground uncontrollably behind her.

The bottleneck that had been stuck at the peak of Level Five for so long shattered with a bang under this unreasonable infusion.

Level Six!

Though it was only early-Level Six, for someone who had been stuck at Level Five for years, this was nothing short of a rebirth.

“Roar——”

A deep dragon’s roar resounded.

Long Yan’s clothes were ripped apart on the spot, revealing a sturdy chest covered in scales.

As a member of the Dragon Clan, his absorption efficiency was the highest among the group.

In just three minutes.

He went from early-Level Six all the way to late-Level Six!

The group of dwarf craftsmen who had been standing beside Copperbeard watching the spectacle now had their jaws on the floor, too far gone to pick back up.

In all their lives, they had never seen anything like this.

On the Dragon Spirit Continent, increasing one’s strength was a slow, painstaking process—who among them hadn’t cultivated with bitter dedication for decades on end?

Even taking pills required extreme caution, for fear of bursting one’s blood vessels.

This kind of collective leveling-up, like inflating balloons, was practically an insult to their common sense.

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This was also thanks to Lin Fan’s life-filled Spirit Energy, which continuously repaired and sustained everyone’s meridians even as it stretched them, preventing them from tearing apart.

That should be about enough.

“Phew…”

Lin Fan let out a turbid breath, pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and took one out to place between her lips.

“Um… Lei Jie?”

Ah Hu felt the explosive power surging through his body, both excited and apprehensive. “Are you alright? Why do I feel like your aura right now… isn’t even as strong as mine?”

“Be confident—drop the ‘feel like.'”

A faint wisp of flame flickered at Lin Fan’s fingertip, and it took several attempts before the cigarette caught. “I’m nothing but a weakling right now—any Rank 6 could pin me to the ground and rub my face in the dirt.”

The crowd was stunned.

Long Yan, in particular, dropped to his knees with a thud, his face full of shame. “This subordinate is incompetent! To think I actually stole your cultivation! This… this is nothing short of treason!”

In the Dragon Clan education he had received, it was always the superior exploiting the inferior—never the superior cutting flesh from their own bones to feed the eagles below.

This completely overturned his worldview.

“Enough, drop the theatrics.” Lin Fan waved a hand.

“All of you, remember this.”

Lin Fan exhaled a smoke ring, her gaze sweeping over everyone present. “These powers were forcibly injected into you. While they’ve raised your ranks, your foundations are shaky at best. They’re only good for putting on a show.”

“From now on, if any of you dare slack off and neglect tempering your foundations, I’ll drain this cultivation right back out of you the same way it came in.”

Everyone shuddered and answered in unison.

None of them doubted Lin Fan’s words in the slightest.

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This goddess—if she could give, she could just as easily take away.

Lin Fan turned around and looked at a small opening in the faintly glowing blue Portal not far away.

That was the Space Channel Zhou Ming had been maintaining with everything he had.

Previously, whenever she got close, the unstable Spatial Turbulence would collapse under the strain of a Rank 8 Powerhouse’s energy field.

But now…

Lin Fan tried taking a few steps forward.

One step. Two steps.

Until her hand touched the water-ripple-like spatial membrane.

Solid as a mountain.

Not the slightest sign of collapse.

“Perfect.”

A smile curled at the corner of Lin Fan’s mouth.

Master Copperbeard stood nearby, wringing his hands with a pained expression. “Milord, while this method is feasible, the cost is far too great, isn’t it?”

“Of course an ordinary person wouldn’t dare do this.”

If a normal person were to disperse their cultivation, it would take at least three to five years to cultivate it back.

But who was she?

With the dual cheat codes of [Hymn of Life] and [Spirit Qi Purification], plus the tens of thousands of leeks—ah, no, believers—in Azurewood City providing a steady stream of Faith Feedback.

Whenever she wanted, she could recharge at any moment.

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This cultivation might be a lifeline to others, but to her, it was merely a matter of going out for a spin to absorb a circle of life energy.

“Su Yue, have Long Teng and the others not returned yet? I haven’t seen them for days.”

Ever since returning from Border Dragon City, those three dragons had plunged into the Mist Forest and hadn’t been seen since.

Su Yue immediately replied,

“Senior Long Teng said he wanted to bury Lady Wu’er in the most scenic spot in the forest.”

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Deep within the Mist Forest, at Soulsever Cliff.

Here, clouds and mist shrouded the area year-round, and the Astral Wind cut like blades. It was one of the few places in the forest so treacherous that even magical beasts refused to set foot.

A new grave stood alone at the edge of the cliff.

A simple tombstone had been erected, bearing the words: The Grave of Long Wu.

Three men had been sitting before the grave for three full days.

Long Teng leaned against a massive boulder, clutching an empty wine jar in his arms. His graying hair was damp with dew, plastered against his cheeks, making him look especially disheveled.

His eyes, which had once blazed with sharp light, were now murky like stagnant water, staring blankly at the dirt beneath his feet.

That was the grave he had filled in with his own hands.

Buried within was the only thing he had ever cared about in this life—and the very reason he had clung to survival for fifteen years.

“Have some water.”

Long Yi sighed and handed over a rough waterskin.