Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 467 – Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox’s Mental Power Returns

The next morning, the underground beast pen was still dimly lit.

Lin Fan pushed open the heavy stone slab door and stepped out of the rest chamber.

She wore a form-fitting black one-piece leather suit, its impeccable tailoring accentuating her tall figure with breathtaking curves.

The leather clung tightly to her flat yet powerful abdomen, tracing the elegant lines of her hips before disappearing into a pair of black knee-high heeled boots.

Her dark green hair was casually tied into a high ponytail, clean and sharp.

Her leather boots struck the rough stone floor.

“Tap, tap, tap.”

The sound was crisp, carrying a peculiar rhythm as it echoed through the passageway thick with the stench of beasts.

At the center of the underground space, beside the massive five-hundred-meter-diameter Teleportation Array, the duty captain Long Cang and three other Level 7 early-stage Pureblood guards were already standing.

The morning assembly briefing was a rule here.

Lin Fan stepped into the light source area at the edge of the array.

All four pairs of eyes landed on her simultaneously, and the murmuring came to an abrupt halt.

Long Cang narrowed his golden Vertical pupils, a flicker of barely perceptible surprise flashing through them.

That cold, almost dull-witted female dragon of the branch family—merely by changing her clothes, her entire aura seemed to have transformed into that of a different person.

That lazy yet overwhelmingly oppressive presence was nothing a low-ranking branch member should possess.

Behind Long Cang, the female Pureblood guard in charge of the eastern sector had her gaze locked firmly onto Lin Fan’s outfit.

The tailoring techniques of this foreign continent were still stuck in the crude processing stage of leather armor and silk. She had never seen a material with such a peculiar texture, one that perfectly hugged the curves of the body with such a high sheen.

Those heeled boots struck directly at the aesthetic blind spot of every female creature.

The female Pureblood swallowed hard, instinctively taking half a step forward. Her lips moved as if she wanted to ask a question.

But the pride of the Pureblood forced her to choke the words back down.

Still, the admiration and longing in her eyes were impossible to hide.

Lin Fan took it all in at a glance.

She strode on her long legs to the end of the line, a faint, barely perceptible curve lifting the corner of her lips.

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The fastest way to build rapport or deflect hostility was to create a shared point of interest, then subtly cater to their desires.

“That outfit—the material looks unfamiliar.” Long Cang glanced at her, his tone probing.

He was in charge of the team and had to ensure none of his subordinates were acting out of the ordinary.

“I once went into the Rift and scavenged it from Blue Star.”

Lin Fan’s tone was flat as she casually tugged at the zipper near her collar.

“Their combat power is indeed a joke, but these little trinkets meant to please the eye—the craftsmanship is passable. I’d kept it for years, but yesterday’s clothes reeked too much, so I just threw this on.”

Blue Star spoils.

That word instantly dispelled Long Cang’s suspicion.

To the Pureblood Dragon Clan, Blue Star was nothing more than a farm to be penned and harvested at will. It was perfectly normal for such novelty items to appear.

But the female guard’s eyes lit up instantly.

She suppressed the urgency in her voice: “Clothes from Blue Star people? How’s the defensive capability of this material?”

“No defensive capability at all.”

Lin Fan looked at her, a hint of casual allure in her tone.

“But that world has a very complex clothing system. In a few days, when the great array opens to Blue Star, you can scavenge as many as you want. If the Pureblood lords desire them, it’s no more effort than crushing a few insects.”

“I see.”

The female guard licked her lips, and her attitude visibly softened.

The hostility that had arisen from Lin Fan displaying seventh-level strength was quickly diluted by her intense desire for beautiful clothes.

A faint hint of anticipation even stirred deep within her—she hoped the teleportation array would open soon.

With just a few words, Lin Fan had rationalized her unconventional outfit change that set her apart from the masses, and even painted a tantalizing picture for these Pureblood Dragon Clan members in advance.

This would help ensure that over the next few days, they wouldn’t pay too much attention to her.

After the brief briefing concluded, Long Cang methodically assigned today’s patrol priorities, and they each dispersed.

Lin Fan hefted her black iron staff and turned toward the western sector she was responsible for.

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The beast pens were especially restless that morning.

The reinforced cages from yesterday had made many Mutated Beasts uneasy, and the roars of high-tier Mutated Beasts rose and fell in succession.

Over a million Mutated Beasts were held here in total.

The western sector she oversaw alone housed three hundred thousand.

Lin Fan walked to the first row of cages and stopped.

Her heel struck the ground, producing a crisp click.

The sound was like a signal.

She no longer concealed or restrained herself—the God-level Mental Strength belonging to the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox exploded through her mind in an instant.

An invisible mental wave, like a tangible ripple, swept outward from her toward the depths of the cavern.

She didn’t need brute-force suppression.

Against these low-tier Mutated Beasts with undeveloped intellect or mere instinct, God-level charm was practically a dimensional crushing blow.

A three-meter-tall Iron-clad Rhino was frantically slamming against the iron bars of its cage.

Lin Fan walked over, her black eyes instantly transforming into shimmering, iridescent star-pupils.

“Quiet.”

Two utterly plain words.

The Iron-clad Rhino’s movements froze mid-strike.

Its bloodshot red eyes lost focus the moment they met Lin Fan’s gaze.

Then, a bizarre sense of submission spread from the depths of its genes.

Its massive body crashed to its knees, docilely pressing its head against the cold ground.

This was only the beginning.

Lin Fan’s steps didn’t pause.

She moved through the rows of iron cages with a highly rhythmic gait.

Her Mental Strength transformed into countless invisible nanoscale filaments, precisely piercing the brains of every tier-one to tier-three Mutated Beast.

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No pain, no resistance—only the deepest level of thought alteration and Soul Imprint.

This was a forced takeover from a higher dimension in the hierarchy of life.

“This is just an appetizer.”

Lin Fan sneered inwardly.

As she walked past, the once-chaotic and violent western sector seemed to have a mute button pressed over it.

A tier-three Wind-blade Wolf had just opened its mouth to howl when a mental filament stabbed directly into its brain.

The howl curved in its throat into a low whimper, and it obediently lay down.

Groups of Earth-walking Lizards retracted their aggressive stances, pressing their bellies flat against the ground.

Even the tier-four early-stage Mutated Beasts held in special solitary cages could only cease struggling and submit to this ruler of higher standing, overwhelmed by the faint trace of Pureblood Tyrannosaurus Tyranny that Lin Fan occasionally released.

The entire sequence flowed like water.

She hadn’t even used a single thread of Spirit Energy, relying entirely on her terrifyingly vast Mental Strength reserves, continuously replenished by Faith Feedback.

This was also why she dared to operate so brazenly eight hundred meters underground.

Lin Fan chose not to use Energy Potions.

For one, there wasn’t that large a dosage available.

Second, these were all consumables meant for digging out Crystals, so they only needed to follow simple commands.

From the distant North and South Sections came the occasional sound of other guards on duty whipping Mutated Beasts with iron rods and Spirit Energy.

That was their traditional method of management—crude and inefficient.

Lin Fan’s West Section, by contrast, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

By noon,

Lin Fan had finished walking the last row of cages in the West Section.

She stopped, closed her eyes, and absorbed the data feeding back from her Mental Sea.

The faith light points of three hundred thousand Mutated Beasts.

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Unlike the bright, thick Faith Threads that came from drinking Holy Water, these light points were extremely faint gray connections, capable only of conveying the most basic commands: “attack” and “self-destruct.”

But for Lin Fan, that was enough.

As long as she issued the order for a collective charge the moment the great formation activated, these three hundred thousand beasts would become the most obedient of resources, docilely lining up to march into the death corridor leading to Azurewood City.

“Progress is fast.”

Lin Fan opened her eyes, pulled a cigarette from her leather jacket pocket, and lit it.

The guards at the formation’s center had changed shifts; Long Cang had gone back to rest.

The air underground remained thick and murky, but the situation had already tipped decisively to the other side under her silent weaving.

Just then.

The “Sacrifice” necklace hanging at her collarbone flickered almost imperceptibly.

Accompanying it, deep within her Mental Sea, the Faith Thread representing Zhou Ming sent an extremely intense pulse of vibration.

Very close now.

Lin Fan exhaled a plume of smoke, her fingers holding the cigarette crossing slightly.

That location-sharing-like mental perception grew clearer and clearer.

Without alerting the guards on the surface, without triggering the defensive formations around White Bone Pass’s perimeter—

Zhou Ming, like a true spatial phantom, had already crossed the outer walls of White Bone Pass and infiltrated to a point less than three hundred kilometers from the central assembly ground.

That was an effect achievable only through a stealth suit combined with ultimate Spatial Ability.

“At the earliest, tonight.”

Lin Fan made her prediction internally.

As long as Zhou Ming could reach the position eight hundred meters underground and take over the spatial teleportation direction of the formation’s core, this long-planned catastrophe would become a one-sided slaughter and harvest.

She stubbed out the cigarette butt against the stone wall.

Ashes fell in a soft shower.

The show was about to begin.