Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 466 – Changing Back into Leather Clothes

Lin Fan closed the heavy stone door of the private lounge with one hand, then slid the steel bolt into place.

This stone chamber attached to the guard post was less than ten square meters.

A hard bed, a square table with a chipped corner, and a wooden bucket half-filled with clean water in the corner.

For someone accustomed to the top-tier luxury suites of Azurewood City, it was so crude as to be deeply uncomfortable.

But at least it was an absolutely sealed, private space.

Beyond the walls, the sounds and smells produced by over a million Mutated Beasts—their excrement, their breathing, their roars—still seeped through the thick stone walls.

That lingering stench of musk and gore, fermented with the damp mustiness of the underground, had already burrowed into the fibers of her clothes, sending a fine layer of goosebumps across her skin.

She had spent days in that foul-smelling, tattered tent in the women’s camp, and today she had patrolled the underground beast pens for hours.

The clothes she was wearing had been thoroughly marinated in the stench.

Lin Fan walked to the wooden bucket.

Her fingers flicked open the clasp at the side of her collar.

The blue outer robe slid off her shoulders, followed by the black-and-gold horse-face skirt she wore to maintain her disguise.

The heavy fabric, losing its support, pooled around her ankles.

Lin Fan sat down on a worn wooden chair and bent over to untie the laces of her white cloth shoes.

To fit the identity of “Long Ningshuang,” a Collateral Dragonkin, she had been dressing conservatively and plainly these past few days.

Her long hair was casually gathered at the back of her head.

She reached down, grabbed the edge of her white cotton socks, and peeled them off along the curve of her calves.

Looking at the cotton socks in her hand, a sudden memory flashed through Lin Fan’s mind.

Back when she was still wearing Long Ningshuang’s Skin, that body had extremely developed sweat glands.

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With just a bit of strenuous activity, or walking a few miles in thick clothing, the entire body would be soaked through with sweat.

Especially the feet.

Every time she took off her tall boots and socks, the socks would always be damp, inevitably giving off a sour, sweaty odor.

But it was different now.

Lin Fan lifted her foot, her cool gaze falling on her own fair, delicate skin.

Not a single wrinkle.

The “Long Ningshuang” appearance she now presented was merely an external form altered by her true body—a Legendary Grade Ancestor of Life—using its innate abilities.

The internal functions of a Legendary Grade life form had long achieved a perfect closed-loop energy cycle.

She no longer had impurity metabolism in the traditional sense.

Even if she sweated under extreme conditions, what her body secreted was a highly concentrated spiritual fluid.

This fluid was crystalline and clear, and when it evaporated, it released a faint, cool fragrance reminiscent of orchids in a deep valley or some precious wood.

No mortal musk, no worldly filth.

But her severe psychological cleanliness still gnawed at her.

The environment of this underground beast pen was simply too foul, making her feel that merely breathing the air here was a desecration of herself.

Lin Fan stood up, picked up a coarse cloth towel from the table, dipped it into the icy water of the wooden bucket, and wrung it out hard.

Without hesitation, she shed her last two pieces of undergarments.

The chill of the water vapor met her burning skin, instantly carrying away a trace of restlessness.

She ran the towel from her long, elegant neck, pressing down along full, proud curves, sweeping past her firm, defined waist and abdomen.

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Her skin surface gleamed with a translucent, mutton-fat jade luster—even in the dim light of the underground luminescent stones, it was so white it dazzled the eyes.

Like a deity in the midst of carving itself.

She wiped with extreme care.

Every joint, every inch of curve.

Only after confirming that not a single trace of the foul underground air clung to her body did she relax.

The clothes she had discarded were sealed away directly in the deepest recesses of System Space.

She waited for the moisture on her skin to air-dry completely before opening System Space.

She did not bother selecting any of those ceremonious hanfu or dresses.

White Bone Pass did not require pretense.

Every single one of the several thousand lives there was destined to die.

With a flick of her will, a brand-new set of black form-fitting leather clothing materialized on the bed.

This was what she had loved to wear as Lei Li—convenient for reverting to her true form later.

Lin Fan lifted her long legs and slid into the one-piece leather suit.

The zipper closed with a crisp, decisive click, running straight from her lower abdomen up to just below her collarbone, tracing every breathtaking curve of her figure with devastating precision.

Next, she pulled on knee-high black leather heeled boots.

Standing upright, her boots struck the stone floor with a sharp, commanding click.

Lin Fan walked to a stone wall and tapped it lightly with her fingertip, using her immense Mental Strength to forcibly condense a full-height water mirror in midair.

The face reflected in the mirror was still Long Ningshuang’s—cold, delicate, and beautiful—but the eyes and the aura radiating from her were entirely different.

Casting aside the meek, subservient disguise of the Collateral Dragonkin, the oppressive pressure belonging to a mid-Rank 8 powerhouse threatened to shatter the water mirror itself.

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Sensual. Sacred. Seductive.

Since Second Elder Long Ye was set to arrive at White Bone Pass tomorrow morning, it was time to collect that old debt from Border Dragon City—with interest.

Two Rank 8 powerhouses, three thousand elite soldiers of the Dragon Spirit Continent, and the tidal wave of a million beasts set to be teleported in three days.

Nearly all the combat power the Dragon Clan could mobilize would converge here.

Lin Fan sat down on the hard wooden bed, her long legs in leather pants casually crossed.

She pulled a menthol cigarette from System Space and placed it between her lips.

A flicker of Spirit Energy at her fingertip ignited the cigarette.

Pale blue smoke rose and spread through the dim stone chamber.

For the next dozen or so hours, she only needed to do one thing.

Wait.

Wait for Zhou Ming to fully anchor her coordinates.

Then, within this massive tomb, she would initiate a thorough, uncompromising purge of the class system.

The next day.

“Hum.”

The “Sacrifice” necklace hanging around her neck suddenly flashed with a ring of rapidly cycling blue light.

Lin Fan watched the blue light through the rising smoke, a bloodthirsty curve forming on her stunning lips.

Efficient.

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At that moment.

On the road to White Bone Pass.

Zhou Ming’s figure flickered like a gray rift in space, tearing through dense forests and miasma with reckless speed.

He wore the latest version of the ghost stealth suit reforged by Copperbeard, suppressing his body temperature, heartbeat, and even energy fluctuations to their absolute limits.

Each time his form flickered, it was a fifty-kilometer Spatial Leap.

Such high-frequency, long-distance Spatial Leaps should have left him utterly exhausted.

But he showed no sign of fatigue.

The wristband on his left arm continuously channeled pure Life Aura of the highest refinement, flooding directly into his dried-up meridians.

And in the inner pocket of his shirt, pressed close to his heart, lay a neatly folded pair of worn, torn flesh-colored stockings.

After days of sealed storage and warmth from his body heat, the stockings’ unique cold fragrance belonging to Lin Fan and the Spirit Energy clinging to them had only grown more potent.

To anyone else, they were nothing but a lifeless object. But to Zhou Ming, that scent was the most potent stimulant imaginable—his most devout object of faith.

Although Zhu Yan called him and Lu Yuan two hopeless perverts.

He didn’t care.

Only he himself knew that the moment Lei Jie issued the Divine Oracle in his Mental Sea, he was willing to tear apart everything standing in his way.

“Five thousand kilometers to go.”

Zhou Ming glanced at the spatial force in his hand, its glow growing ever brighter.

Lily was waiting for him.

He had to sneak into the core zone of White Bone Pass before dawn.