Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 493 – White Robes, Bare Feet

“Altai Mountains.”

Through the communicator, Chu Chen’s voice was calm without a single ripple.

“Ten minutes.”

“Send the coordinates.”

Lin Fan uttered three words.

“Ding.”

The wristband screen lit up, a blinking red dot appearing on the world map.

“I’ll be there within ten minutes.”

Lin Fan ended the call.

No pleasantries, no battle analysis.

Between intelligent people, only results matter.

Lin Fan glanced down at the white dress she was wearing. The bloodstains and scorched ash from the fusion earlier had mixed together, dirtying it enough to trigger her obsessive-compulsive cleanliness.

She reached up, grabbed the collar, and tore the dress off, tossing it onto the scorched earth.

Her consciousness sank into the System Space, rummaging through a pile of clothes she had scavenged from various clothing stores on Blue Star.

The leather jackets, yoga pants, high heels, and flowing maxi dresses she used to love—none of them suited her now.

With her current face and that ethereal, otherworldly aura, wearing those sexy modern outfits would only look out of place.

Her gaze swept across the corner, and Lin Fan picked out a plain white ancient-style fitted robe with no ornamentation.

The fabric clung to her skin like flowing water, tracing the ultimate curves of her waist and hips.

The collar hung slightly open, revealing the breathtaking arc of her collarbones.

She gathered her ankle-length pure white hair and pinned it up casually with a white jade hairpin.

Her gaze traveled downward, stopping at her smooth calves and bare feet.

They were truly flawless jade feet in every sense of the word.

Ten toes, round and crystalline, skin glowing with the warm luster of white jade—even as she stood on scorched earth covered in rough gravel, not a speck of dust clung to them.

“Shoes?”

The images of high heels and embroidered cloth shoes flashed through Lin Fan’s mind, then were all rejected.

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Wrapping these feet in any footwear would be a waste of nature’s gift.

A desecration of absolute perfection.

No shoes.

A deity should remain untouched by dust.

Ready.

Lin Fan looked up, gazing toward the distant southwest.

She didn’t use her Mental Strength.

She just wanted to test how terrifying this body—with its 250,000-point physical constitution—really was.

Her crystalline toes pressed lightly against the hard scorched earth.

The muscles in her calves contracted almost imperceptibly.

BOOM!

A deafening, earth-shaking roar erupted across the northern polar ice field.

No energy fluctuations. No flashy light shows.

Pure physical reaction force.

A massive crater—twenty meters in diameter, five meters deep—appeared out of nowhere where she had just been standing.

The entire rock layer beneath was crushed to powder, and the shockwave hurled dozens of tons of rubble high into the sky.

Lin Fan was already gone.

A series of sonic booms that shattered the clouds exploded across the sky.

A purely physical launch—accelerating to dozens of times the speed of sound in 0.1 seconds.

She became a burning white meteor, forcibly tearing through the atmosphere, hurtling toward the Altai Mountains.

…

Western Sichuan Base, Command Center.

Chu Chen held a cup of steaming hot sugary water, staring intently at the global satellite surveillance holographic screen.

On the screen, a blinding high-energy red light was tearing across from the northern polar ice field toward the Altai Mountains at a terrifying speed that defied the laws of physics.

“Alert! Unidentified high-energy object detected exceeding Mach 55…”

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The system’s electronic voice blared warnings frantically.

Chu Chen downed the sugary water in one gulp, a faint curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

“Looks like you’ve gotten your hands on quite the card again.”

He set the cup down, his gaze never leaving the screen.

“The next phase of the plan—time to raise the stakes.”

…

The Altai Mountains.

Rift Camp No. 49.

In the wind-whipped, snow-swept hollow, the rubble was stained crimson with blood.

Most of Lu Yuan’s bones were shattered, and the wound across his chest was so deep the bone was visible.

Zhu Yan lay collapsed beside him, her semi-dragonified body a gruesome sight—her dragon scales had been stripped away entirely, and a horrifying depression was caved into her abdomen.

The time had come.

The survivors had been evacuated, and the two of them were completely spent.

With the last shred of his strength, Lu Yuan caught the falling Zhu Yan midair and crashed with her into the rubble.

He gripped her hand, covered in blood and wounds.

“There’s so much I wanted to say… looks like there’s no time left.”

Lu Yuan coughed up blood mixed with fragments of his organs.

Zhu Yan didn’t pull away. Instead, she interlaced her fingers with his, a single tear tinged with blood slipping from the corner of her eye.

In the blizzard, thirty-seven massive silhouettes blotted out the sky.

Long Yuan descended, leading the remaining Pureblood Dragon Clan.

His gaze swept coldly over the two on the ground.

The loss of a seventh-rank Pureblood had enraged him beyond measure.

These humans, regarded as nothing more than ants, had somehow ground down over a dozen of his kin.

“Chop the man to pieces. Take the woman back for bone-drawing and skinning.”

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Long Yuan raised his hand and issued the merciless order.

Two seventh-rank mid-stage male Pureblood dragons transformed into human form, hefting dark-golden greatswords, and strode to the rubble pile.

The greatswords rose high, and with a shrieking tear through the air, they came down.

Lu Yuan closed his eyes.

Hum…

There was no dull thud of metal cleaving bone, no searing pain of blood spraying.

Instead, a ring of dark-green Life Ripples abruptly rippled through the air.

The ripples were incredibly gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across water—yet the instant they touched those two seventh-rank mid-stage Pureblood dragons, they unleashed a bone-chilling predatory force.

“Urgh…”

The two dragons swinging their swords didn’t even manage a scream.

Their raised arms withered in an instant, the dark-golden dragon scales fading and peeling away.

Then their muscles atrophied, their bones crumbled to dust.

Their vast Life Origins were drained dry in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh.

Two hollow husks of skin and ash were blown away by the wind and snow, scattering into the air.

Clang, clang.

The masterless greatswords crashed onto the rocks beside Lu Yuan.

Dead silence fell over everything.

Long Yuan’s pupils contracted sharply, every hair on his body standing on end as he instinctively retreated a hundred meters in a burst of speed.

He stared fixedly at the spot in front of the rubble.

In that moment, the wind and snow seemed to lose all gravity, parting automatically to either side.

A pair of flawless, jade-white bare feet stepped without warning onto the bloodstained rubble.

Not a single speck of snow or grime clung to them.

A white, ancient-style dress swayed gently in the wind, the jade pendant at her waist letting out crisp, clinking sounds.

“I was afraid you two would die, so I rushed a few thousand kilometers to save the day…”

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A lazy, cool, yet faintly mischievous female voice rang out through the blizzard.

Lu Yuan opened his eyes in shock.

A pale ankle was right before him.

Higher up—was Lei Li’s face, familiar yet somehow strange.

So beautiful that merely breathing in her presence felt like a crime.

Lin Fan looked down from above at the two with interlaced fingers, a teasing smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.

“And what do I find when I get here? You two making lovey-dovey eyes?”

Lu Yuan opened his mouth, nearly spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

A rare flush of shy crimson crept onto Zhu Yan’s deathly pale face.

“B-Boss lady…”

Lu Yuan stammered.

Lin Fan ignored him and casually waved his hand, unfolding the Life Domain.

An overwhelming surge of vitality instantly erupted within their bodies, and their near-fatal wounds began to heal at a visible speed.

Only after doing all this did Lin Fan turn around slowly.

His cold, clear gaze swept toward Long Yuan in the distance, and the thirty-odd Pureblood Dragon Clan members behind him.

That single look carried no killing intent, no pressure.

But the moment it met those pitch-black eyes with swirling nebulae, Long Yuan’s prideful seventh-rank peak Pureblood will came crashing down.

That was the absolute indifference of a higher being looking down upon ants.

“Y-you… what are you?!”

Long Yuan’s voice was dry and hoarse, and he unconsciously took another step back.

Lin Fan let out a soft sigh.

“No, no.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

“What you should be asking is, what kind of god am I.”