Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 534 – Ning Shuang Has Always Been by My Side

Long Yan knelt amidst the rubble.

He lifted his head, his face streaked with tears mixed with blood and grime.

Trembling, he reached out and gently pressed his hand against Lin Fan’s shoulder.

The force was feather-light.

He didn’t even notice how violently his fingers were shaking.

“Nin… Ningshuang?”

His voice cracked, the words squeezed out hoarse and grating.

“Are you Ningshuang?”

Lin Fan looked down at him.

She neither nodded nor shook her head.

She sighed inwardly.

She shouldn’t have worn Yui’s Skin in the first place.

She’d thought the Reality Rewrite talent could counter the Dragon Emperor’s Death Rule.

But not only did it fail to counter it, the Skin had been shattered on the spot.

The image of the Skin peeling off her body—the entire city had seen it.

There was no hiding it anymore.

Long Yan stared intently into her eyes.

The nebula swirling in her black pupils reflected in his bloodshot gaze.

“Please…”

His vocal cords quivered.

“Let me see.”

Seeing how desperately he was searching for answers, Lin Fan swallowed back the refusal that had risen to her lips.

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Fine.

They’d come this far anyway.

With a shift of her thoughts, Lin Fan activated the Myriad-Change Witch’s talent.

A faint glow cascaded down from her forehead.

Her pure white hair began to fade, gradually overtaken by dark green.

The strands rapidly retracted, stopping at her shoulder blades, the tips curling with a natural bend.

Her delicate features began to rearrange.

Bones emitted faint creaking sounds.

Her brow ridge lowered, her nose bridge softened, and her lips thinned slightly.

The refined sharpness of her features was suppressed, settling into an ordinary yet pleasant face.

The skin at the sides of her forehead split open.

A pair of dark-golden Dragon horns emerged, etched with fine, intricate patterns.

Long Ningshuang.

He remembered the woman who had saved him at the Slave Market.

She was the one who snapped the collar around his neck.

She was also the one who, in the Mist Forest, cut herself open and stuffed her own Dragon Bone into his belly.

Long Yan’s eyes lit up instantly.

He opened his mouth, his throat bobbing several times as if to speak, but not a single word came out.

Too many emotions surged up in that moment, clogging his chest and blocking his throat, nearly making him forget to breathe.

So the Ningshuang he had searched for so desperately had been standing right in front of him all along.

From beginning to end, she was the one who gave him Crystals and dignity, who even carved the Dragon Bone out of her own body to give to him.

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He had asked countless times—where was Ningshuang?

Now, he had his answer.

Ningshuang had been by his side the entire time.

And yet, just moments ago, in front of everyone, he had roared at this woman who had traded her life for his, interrogated her, even raised his blade against her.

Long Yan suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Lin Fan.

He buried his face into her black trench coat, his shoulders heaving violently.

“Ningshuang… you’re alright… thank god…”

His voice was muffled in the fabric, thick and hoarse.

Lin Fan stood still, her body stiffening for a moment.

She glanced down at the man clinging to her.

She opened her mouth, about to say, “Let go. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

But the words caught in her throat, and she swallowed them back.

After all, she had toyed with him for so long.

Not only had she disguised herself as the woman he adored, deceived his trust, and exploited his feelings—

And on top of that, she was the one who had killed Long Ningshuang.

Let him hold her for a moment.

Consider it compensation.

Lin Fan’s hand hovered in midair.

After hesitating for two seconds, it finally came to rest on the back of Long Yan’s head, patting him gently twice.

“Enough.”

“Stop wailing. It’s embarrassing.”

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Long Yan’s sobbing only grew louder instead.

Beside him, Su Xiaoxiao, who had been puffing her cheeks in anger, relaxed her expression at the sight. Her fox tail swayed left and right as she muttered under her breath, “That’s more like it.”

Behind a collapsed wall not far away, Long Teng leaned against the broken masonry with his eyes shut. He didn’t look at Lin Fan. He was thinking of his daughter, Long Wu. He had no doubt that Wu’er had also been turned into a Skin—after all, he had buried her remains with his own hands.

Watching Long Yan’s reaction, Long Teng felt a trace of envy in his heart. If only Lei Li could take on Wu’er’s appearance—even if it were just to let him see her every day, that would be more than enough.

He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Lin Fan. He said nothing, only giving a slight nod.

Above the city walls, the surviving guards and Blue Star warriors had witnessed everything. There was a moment of silence. Then someone shouted.

“Long live Lei Jie!”

The voice wasn’t loud, but it rang out clearly in the quiet ruins. Then a second voice joined, then a third. More and more voices converged, swelling into a wave of sound.

“Long live Lei Jie!”

“Long live Lei Jie!”

Cheers rose and fell across Azurewood City. Some laughed, some wailed. Residents who had just emerged from the underground shelters looked around in confusion, only to be grabbed by the arm by those beside them and swept into the chanting.

They had won.

Their goddess had beaten the Dragon Emperor to the ground!

Lin Fan stood in the middle of the rubble. Long Yan was still clinging to her. Her dark green hair drifted in the dust-filled air of the ruins.

Listening to the city-wide celebration, Lin Fan showed no reaction. She merely twitched the corner of her mouth and jutted her chin toward Su Xiaoxiao. Su Xiaoxiao understood instantly and scurried over, grabbing Lin Fan’s arm and rubbing her head against it.

Long Yi limped over on his injured leg. He looked at Long Yan, who refused to let go of Lin Fan, then at Lin Fan’s face—the face of Long Ningshuang—and grinned. He reached out and patted Long Yan on the back.

“Alright, stop crying.”

Long Yan looked up, still hiccupping with sobs. Long Yi lowered his voice, leaning close to his ear, speaking so only the two of them could hear.

“Whether Ning Shuang became Lei Li, or Lei Li became Ning Shuang, either way, you owe her a debt you can never repay in a lifetime.”

He paused, then added, “If you like her, go for it boldly. Don’t act like a damn girl.”

Long Yan froze, his ears turning crimson in an instant. He released Lin Fan and stepped back half a pace. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t help stealing another glance at Lin Fan’s face.

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By then, however, Lin Fan had already deactivated the Myriad-Change Witch’s talent and reverted to her original appearance. She reached out a finger and flicked Long Yan’s forehead.

“Wipe the snot off your face first. You’re acting like a child.”

Long Yan hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his face.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief. The tension in the air eased. Su Xiaoxiao was laughing. Long Yi was cursing under his breath as he bandaged his wound. From the distant city walls came waves of celebration.

It seemed like everything was over.

But Lin Fan wasn’t smiling. Her peripheral vision swept across the ruins on the southern side of the battlefield—the spot where the Dragon Emperor had been knocked down last. Hadn’t that already been dealt with? The Dragon Emperor had been injected with dozens of bottles of Energy Raw Pulp, and the clash between the Death Rule and Life Essence had caused his rule system to crash. After that, he’d been ganged up on by Long Yi and the other two, and there had been no movement from him since.

The Dragon Emperor’s vital signs did drop to a low point within her Omniscient Domain.

But…

They never hit zero.

The very instant Lin Fan’s pupils contracted sharply!

A dark shadow burst out from behind the ruins of the northern city wall, moving at a shocking speed.

It was Long Zhan.

This Grand Elder, who should have been beaten half to death, had somehow recovered his ability to move.

Long Zhan was covered in blood, his left arm hanging twisted and limp, yet his eyes were bloodshot red.

He didn’t charge at Lin Fan.

Nor did he charge at Long Yi and Long Teng.

He made a beeline straight for the direction where the Dragon Emperor had fallen!

“Long Zhan!”

Long Yi was the first to react, letting out a long roar as he gave chase.

Long Teng followed closely behind, a streak of silver sword light cutting through the air.