Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 497 – I’m Going to Restock

The wind and snow raged across the scorched earth of the Altai Mountains.

Among the rubble, Zhu Yan’s tightly shut eyes trembled slightly.

The dark green glow of Life Origin had fully merged into every limb and fiber of her being.

The grotesque black keratin layers had all fallen away.

In their place was fair, taut, newly formed skin brimming with explosive power.

She opened her eyes.

Her vision shifted from blurry to razor-sharp in an instant.

The first thing she saw was a face caked in blood and dust, less than ten centimeters from the tip of her nose.

Lu Yuan was grinning, flashing a row of white teeth, his arms still wrapped tightly around her waist—an extremely compromising position.

Zhu Yan’s brain short-circuited for a full second.

The shyness and panic of someone who had never been in love, combined with the primal instincts of her freshly broken-through body, detonated at the same instant.

She raised her leg.

Bent her knee.

Slammed it forward.

BANG!

A dull, thunderous impact exploded between them.

The smile on Lu Yuan’s face froze instantly. His entire body shot backward like a cannonball from a barrel, slamming into the snow thirty meters away and carving out a massive human-shaped crater.

“WHAT THE HELL!”

Lu Yuan pulled his head out of the snow pit, spat out a mouthful of dirt-laced snow, and clutched his stomach, grimacing in pain.

“Zhu Yan! Are you trying to kill me?! We just went through life and death together, and you repay me with this?!”

Zhu Yan sat up abruptly, a bewitching flush spreading across her cheeks.

She looked down at her own hands, then at Lu Yuan who was still cursing in the distance, and only then did she belatedly realize what she had just done.

She clenched her fists.

Her knuckles cracked with crisp, sharp pops.

The Golden Dragon Bloodline at the peak of the seventh rank inside her body hadn’t disappeared—it had become docile, obedient.

And her originally frail human genes now felt like an endless forest, containing potential and vitality far more terrifying than that of the Dragon Clan.

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Two completely different bloodlines had achieved perfect equilibrium within her.

Zhu Yan raised her head. Her gaze cut through the wind and snow, landing on the white-clad figure hovering in the air ahead.

In that instant, a tremor originating from the very depths of her soul swept through her entire body.

It wasn’t the fear of a low-tier creature facing a higher predator. It wasn’t the pressure of Collateral Dragonkin standing before a Pureblood.

It was something deeper—a resonance directly engraved into her genetic sequence.

Like parched earth meeting spring rain.

Like a lost wanderer finally seeing their mother.

The aura of the “Fragmented Progenitor of Life” radiating from Lin Fan sent Zhu Yan’s Blue Star human genes into a frenzy of jubilation.

In that moment, Lin Fan was no longer the lofty ruler of the Western Sichuan Base. She was the origin of all life. A walking creator.

Zhu Yan’s eyes burned. Tears spilled out without warning.

She ignored Lu Yuan still yelping in the distance. Her knees gave way, and she knelt heavily on the hard, scorched earth.

Her forehead pressed against the cold rock, her voice choked and trembling.

“Lei Jie… thank you.”

Not for saving her life.

But for giving her the dignity to live as a human. For giving her a second, true life.

Lin Fan looked down from above at Zhu Yan kneeling at her feet.

Her jade-white bare feet hadn’t touched a single speck of dust.

Her gaze swept across Zhu Yan’s smooth arms, thoroughly satisfied with this work of art she had personally reshaped.

“Rise.”

Lin Fan’s tone was flat, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

“I went through all that trouble to pull you back to the eighth rank—not so you could kowtow to me here. From now on, do your job well.”

The ultimate self-serving statement.

But to Zhu Yan, it was more reassuring than any comfort.

She wiped the tears from her face forcefully, stood up, and straightened her back like a blade drawn from its sheath.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Zhou Ming beside him.

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Zhou Ming was still clutching the black custom communicator, his brows furrowed tightly, clearly still unsettled by the mysterious person with the “same-origin spatial fluctuation.”

“Still thinking about that rat hiding in the shadows?”

A trace of mockery curled at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

“Lily, Chu Chen’s analysis is right. If that person has been watching you since Fragrant Hills International, and possesses the same Spatial Ability as me, this is too dangerous.”

Zhou Ming’s voice was low.

“The enemy is hidden while we’re exposed. We don’t even know what he wants.”

“If you don’t know, then don’t think about it.”

Lin Fan cut him off.

She raised her hand and caught a falling snowflake.

The moment it touched her skin, it vaporized into a wisp of white mist under the pure life energy.

“Fragrant Hills International.”

Lin Fan uttered those four words, a flicker of recollection passing through her eyes, quickly replaced by cold ruthlessness.

“Back then, I hadn’t even reached Level Five. If that thing hiding in the shadows truly wanted to kill me, truly had the ability to kill me, that would have been the time to strike—I wouldn’t have even had the right to resist.”

Lin Fan turned around, meeting Zhou Ming’s eyes directly.

“Since he didn’t make his move then, he has even less of a chance now.”

Zhou Ming froze.

He looked at Lin Fan’s stunningly beautiful yet endlessly arrogant face, and suddenly understood what she meant.

“Schemes and tricks only work on the weak.”

Lin Fan’s voice echoed through the wind and snow, carrying an unyielding dominance.

“I don’t care which gutter he’s hiding in, and I don’t care what schemes he’s plotting. As long as I evolve fast enough and flip every table in my path, in the end, he won’t even have the right to stand up and look me in the eye.”

This was Lin Fan’s unique warlord logic.

No self-doubt. No fear.

Only absolute power was the one true principle that could shatter all conspiracies.

“Zhou Ming, open the door. Lu Yuan, get over here and work.”

Lin Fan issued her orders, crisp and decisive.

Lu Yuan ran over, patting the snow off himself. He glanced at Zhu Yan, didn’t dare get too close, then turned to Lin Fan.

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“Boss, where are we headed next?”

“You two take Zhu Yan and continue to the next Rift to evacuate survivors.”

Lin Fan’s gaze fixed on the gray, overcast sky.

“Five days. Within five days, I want not a single person left on Blue Star—every last one of them stuffed into Azurewood City.”

“Understood.”

Zhou Ming nodded, then hesitated slightly.

“Lily, what about you?”

Lin Fan didn’t answer directly. She extended her hand toward Zhou Ming.

“Communicator.”

Zhou Ming immediately handed over the black communicator.

Lin Fan pressed the call button.

“Chu Chen, report real-time data on all global Rifts.”

The rapid clatter of keyboard keys came through the communicator, followed by Chu Chen’s calm voice.

“Aside from the Far North Icefield and the Altai Mountains, the remaining eight major Rift coordinates worldwide just all registered high-energy reactions, with nearly identical Energy Thresholds.”

“Numbers.”

“Approximately fifty per Rift, all Level Seven Purebloods, with no shortage of peak Level Seven energy sources among them.”

Chu Chen spoke rapidly.

“They’ve already begun spreading into the surrounding ruins. Without intervention, they’ll discover our evacuation routes within three hours at most.”

“Got it.”

Lin Fan cut the connection and tossed the communicator back into System Space.

She turned her head, surveying the ground littered with the broken corpses of seventh-rank Pureblood Giant Dragons, then cast her gaze toward the distant horizon.

Unconcealed greed and excitement flickered in her eyes.

“Did you hear that?”

Lin Fan licked her lips.

“Delivered right to our doorstep.”

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Lu Yuan swallowed hard.

“Boss, you’re not thinking of…”

Lin Fan glanced down at her own fair-skinned palm.

The power of the mid-ninth rank was terrifying, but the word “incomplete” remained a hidden threat hanging over her head. The Dragon Emperor and Long Hao were about to descend, and that mysterious figure lurking in the shadows was still watching. She had to push herself to true peak condition within five days.

And the fastest shortcut to completing her bloodline was to fuse various rare bloodlines.

Those seventh-rank Pureblood female dragons—in her eyes, they weren’t lofty otherworldly invaders at all, but top-tier fabric waiting to be cut.

“Several hundred seventh-rank Purebloods.”

Lin Fan smiled.

The smile was breathtakingly beautiful, yet carried a bone-piercing chill.

“I wonder how long they’ll keep me entertained.”

Zhou Ming and Lu Yuan exchanged glances, both seeing deep shock reflected in each other’s eyes.

Others faced the dragon army like a grave threat, but this one—she treated it like a playground.

“Dig out all the Crystals on the ground before you leave. Whatever you can’t consume, bring back to Azurewood City for Sun Jing and the others.”

Lin Fan gave the order casually, as if instructing them on how to dispose of trash.

“You two do your thing. I’m going to stock up.”

The words had barely left her mouth.

Lin Fan’s toes lightly tapped against the void.

No charging motion, no explosive roar of Spirit Energy.

Purely relying on the terrifying kinetic force of her 250,000-point physical constitution, her entire form instantly transformed into a streak of white light.

“BOOM!”

A ring of visible white shockwave erupted in midair, instantly blasting away all the wind and snow within a thousand meters.

The sonic boom, breaking through dozens of times the speed of sound, arrived belatedly, rattling Lu Yuan’s eardrums with pain.

The figure in white robes with bare feet had already vanished beyond the horizon, heading straight for the nearest Rift coordinates.

The roles of hunter and prey had completely reversed in that moment.

The Pureblood Dragon Clan gathered before the Rift had no idea that true death itself had already locked onto them.