Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 417 – Ancient Style Hanfu

Lin Fan stepped forward, her high-heeled sandals clicking against the cracked pavement.

The streets of the capital’s ruins were much cleaner than those of Magic City and Hangzhou.

The mutated plants had been deliberately cleared, and the stench of decay in the air had faded considerably.

Most importantly, Lin Fan had been walking for nearly ten minutes without encountering a single zombie or mutated beast.

She now possessed the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life, and the passive talent of the Lord of All Spirits was active.

That absolute suppression born from the pinnacle of life itself manifested as an invisible force field, enveloping a one-kilometer radius.

Any monster below level six that approached this range would be driven by genetic instinct to flee in sheer terror.

Those who dared to step even half a foot inside would only find death.

Lin Fan enjoyed the peace, surveying her surroundings with keen interest.

Before she knew it, she had wandered into a district of ancient-style architecture.

The buildings on both sides were all imitation-antique, with red walls and green tiles.

Through the shattered shop windows, she could see racks upon racks of colorful garments.

Cheongsams, hanfu, imperial court robes—everything one could imagine.

After the apocalypse broke out, food, medicine, and warm winter clothing were the true currency.

These thin, decorative outfits meant only for showing off were of no interest to anyone.

Precisely because no one had looted them, most of the shops on this street remained remarkably intact.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

Since she was here, she might as well update her wardrobe.

She pushed open the door of a sprawling, high-end ancient costume shop.

The heavy glass door was half-shattered, letting out a grating screech as it swung open.

The mannequins inside lay toppled in disarray, but the clothes hanging on the racks were still vibrant and fresh.

Lin Fan flicked her fingertip, and her Mental Strength formed an invisible giant hand, pulling down every row of garments that caught her fancy.

Crimson imperial robes with gold-thread embroidery, exuding opulent elegance.

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Exquisitely tailored form-fitting cheongsams in every pattern imaginable.

Before the apocalypse, any one of these would have cost several thousand at least.

Now they all became inventory in Lin Fan’s System Space.

“Pretty to look at, but not exactly practical.”

Lin Fan casually gestured at a floor-length imperial gown.

She was here today to crash someone’s party and kill—wearing something with a train long enough to trip herself over would be a real hassle.

The cheongsams were too form-fitting as well. She’d worn plenty of those back when she was Long Ningshuang, and today she wanted something lighter.

Wandering up to the second floor, Lin Fan’s gaze was drawn to a display outfit in the corner.

A set of cyan hanfu.

No intricate embroidery, no superfluous ornaments.

The fabric was a cool, silky ice-silk material with a beautiful drape—sheer and weightless.

The skirt fell just below the calf, preserving the ethereal elegance of hanfu without dragging on the ground and hindering leg movement.

Beside it sat a pair of white embroidered cloth shoes with tassels.

That’s the one.

Lin Fan raised her hand and unfastened the smoky-gray high-fashion flowing gown she was wearing.

The dress slid down her smooth skin and pooled at her feet, revealing a body perfect enough to drive any creature to madness.

This was the Divine Body reforged through countless evolutions, fused with the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life.

Her skin was fair and delicate, glowing with the warm luster of fine mutton-fat jade.

Her waist was so slender it seemed a single hand could encircle it, her abdominal lines faintly visible with each breath.

Tight muscle definition lay hidden beneath soft curves, containing the terrifying power to punch through a level-six Ability User in one blow.

Lin Fan reached into her System Space and rummaged for a moment before pulling out a white lace bra.

All that supersonic flying earlier without proper undergarment support had indeed been rather uncomfortable.

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She fastened the bra into place.

The size was just right, perfectly cradling that heavy, proud fullness.

Then she took out a brand-new pair of flesh-colored pantyhose.

Although her leg skin was now so perfect that it needed no embellishment, that taut, snug sensation brought a sense of psychological security.

Ever since the post-apocalypse began, she had never gone without stockings on her legs, and these past few days without them, she felt like something was missing.

Moreover, after wearing Long Xuan’s skin for a while, she still had some psychological aftereffects.

Long Xuan was mature and alluring, and she was beautiful too.

But her only flaw was that her body hair was extremely thick, and the body odor produced by a mature woman was somewhat strong.

The key issue was that she didn’t like wearing socks, and the underwear she usually wore wasn’t as clean or breathable as cotton underwear.

If she bathed every day, it would be fine, but once she was sweating from battle and couldn’t bathe…

That smell was truly something else.

Lin Fan instinctively lifted one leg and sniffed her toes.

Not smelly—on the contrary, fragrant.

“Indeed, my original body is the best—fragrant and soft.”

She pointed her toes.

The stockings rolled slowly up her perfectly contoured calves, past her knees, wrapping her thighs snugly all the way to her waist.

The vibrant cherry-red nail polish on her toes showed through the sheer, gossamer-thin stockings, revealing a faint, elusive hint of color—strikingly visually captivating.

Finally, she slipped on that cyan Hanfu long dress.

Adjusting the lapels, Lin Fan stepped into those white embroidered cloth shoes with tassels.

Size thirty-seven—just the right fit.

There was a full-length mirror in the shop that wasn’t completely shattered.

Lin Fan walked to the mirror.

The cyan sleeves swayed gently without any wind.

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She exuded an air of pristine detachment, untouched by the dust of the world.

The only thing that somewhat disrupted the overall look was that head of white hair reaching down to her ankles.

With a thought, her immense mental strength precisely controlled every strand of hair.

The white hair seemed to come alive, swiftly coiling up behind her head into an elegant, classical bun.

She casually inserted a few jade hairpins with dangling ornaments as decoration.

A single strand of pure white hair fell on each side of her temples, landing precisely at her collarbones.

Paired with those iridescent astral eyes swirling with nebulae, the person in the mirror could no longer be described by human standards of beauty.

She was entirely a banished immortal stepping out of a painting, carrying the divine authority of life and death.

(Here’s a beauty showdown!)

“Not bad.”

Lin Fan turned around in front of the mirror.

Occasionally switching to this ancient-style, ethereal fairy aesthetic didn’t feel half bad.

Dressed and ready, her mood lifted.

Time to go meet that old bastard Chen Dingjun.

Lin Fan walked out of the shop.

The moment she stepped onto the street, the communicator she had casually tucked into her chest vibrated.

Lin Fan reached in and took it out.

Opening the light projection, right in the center, the emblem representing the Capital Defense Force Base was radiating an extremely glaring light.

Not only that.

Over a dozen dense red dots had appeared around the base, spreading outward at an inconceivable speed.

Three of those red dots, as luck would have it, were heading straight toward Lin Fan’s direction.

“Something’s approaching you,” came Chu Chen’s voice from the communicator. “He must have deployed detectors in the shadows—he’s sensed your approach.”

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“Got it.”

She tucked the communicator back into her chest. It was a necessary compromise, after all—the dress had no pockets, and if she put it in the system space, she wouldn’t be able to receive signals from Chu Chen.

Activating the Omniscient Domain.

She didn’t immediately sense who was approaching. Instead, she scanned the surroundings for any hidden cameras.

If anyone had seen her changing clothes naked just now, everyone at the capital base would have to be silenced.

After carefully scanning the area, she confirmed there was no problem.

It must have been an energy detector that picked her up while she was walking on the road.

With that thought, she walked to the end of the ancient-style street, her cyan skirt fluttering in the wind.

At the intersection two kilometers ahead, three twisted figures crushed every abandoned vehicle along the way, charging forward at breakneck speed.

They were three humanoid monsters with exposed muscles all over their bodies.

They moved on all fours, bouncing between building walls and the ground like geckos.

Their brains were exposed, they had no eyes, and their entire faces consisted of nothing but a gaping maw lined with serrated fangs.

Clearly, they were unaffected by Lin Fan’s aura as the Lord of All Spirits.

These creatures were not products of natural evolution—they were pure killing machines stitched together from the genes of different monsters.

And machines know no fear.

The leading Stitched Abomination launched itself from a tall building a hundred meters away from Lin Fan, causing a massive chunk of the wall to collapse.

Its massive body turned into a fleshy cannonball, its gaping maw wide open as it lunged straight at Lin Fan’s slender, delicate frame.

A wave of stench rushed toward her face.

Lin Fan stood in place, not even lifting an eyelid.

She merely raised her right hand gently.

Her index finger tapped lightly into the air.

Bang!