Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 564 – From Today On, I Am Long Hao

The memories unfolded in his mind, so vivid it felt as though he was living through them again.

On the other end of the portal lay a world so primal it bordered on savage.

There were no modern cities here—only towering ancient trees that blotted out the sky, and majestic mountain ranges that seemed capable of splitting the heavens apart.

The Spirit Energy in the air was so dense it was visible to the naked eye, flowing like specks of fluorescent light, pulsing and drifting with every breath.

Long Xi was the first to speak.

“You… you really came from Blue Star?”

The girl looked only fifteen or sixteen, with long white hair braided into two pigtails that hung playfully across her chest.

The pair of silvery-white Dragon horns atop her head shimmered with a pearl-like luster under the sunlight.

She circled Lin Fan three times, then curiously reached out a finger and poked his arm.

“So soft—how come you don’t have any scales at all?”

“People from Blue Star don’t grow scales,” Lin Fan replied calmly.

Standing at 1.75 meters, he didn’t look out of place before the two Dragon Clan youths.

“Then how do you fight?”

Long Hao, standing nearby, frowned and sized him up with a critical eye.

At this moment, Long Hao appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen, with short black hair so sharp it seemed to cut the air, and golden Dragon horns as keen as blades.

His entire body was covered in a patchwork of fresh wounds layered over old scars.

Lin Fan said, “With weapons.”

“Weapons?”

Long Hao curled his lip in disdain.

“You need weapons to fight? Isn’t that embarrassing?”

“Little brother!”

Long Xi smacked him on the back of the head in annoyance.

“People from Blue Star have different bodies than ours. What’s wrong with using weapons?”

“Ow! You hit me again!”

“That’s what you get for being rude.”

After scolding her brother, Long Xi turned back to Lin Fan with a smile, revealing two adorable little fangs.

“Don’t mind him. That’s just how my brother is—nothing in his head but fighting. What’s your name?”

“Lin Fan.”

…

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And so he came to live on the Dragon Spirit Continent.

Long Xi was endlessly curious about everything from Blue Star, trailing after him every day like a little shadow, peppering him with questions.

“What color is the sky on Blue Star?”

“Blue.”

“A blue sky! That sounds so beautiful! Our sky here is always purple—I’m so tired of looking at it.”

“Are there dragons on Blue Star?”

“There were. They went extinct later.”

“Extinct?!”

Long Xi’s big eyes went wide as saucers.

“Who was powerful enough to wipe out dragons?”

Lin Fan looked at her and slowly uttered two words: “A rock.”

“…A rock?”

Long Xi froze, her face a mask of utter disbelief.

Conversations like this happened every day. Long Xi loved to sit cross-legged across from him, chin resting on her knees, listening to his stories about Blue Star, often losing herself completely in them.

Long Hao, on the other hand, never joined their conversations.

He did only three things every day: go out looking for fights, drag himself back covered in wounds, and once healed, go out to fight again.

Back then on the Dragon Spirit Continent, the Dragon Clan was far from being the dominant power it would later become.

Many ancient creatures had crossed over from Blue Star alongside them.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, the Heaven-Slaying Tiger, the Ancient Titan Python… all these powerful races had evolved intelligence and civilization under the nourishment of Spirit Energy, each claiming their own territory, watching one another with predatory intent.

Long Hao’s goal was to fight every single one of them.

“Are you insane? You’re only at the early stage of Level Eight, and that Fox Clan patriarch is at the mid stage of Level Eight. What are you planning to fight him with?”

Long Xi tried to stop him every single time.

“Odds of winning? What do fights have to do with odds?”

Long Hao said carelessly, gnawing on a charred, blackened beast leg.

“If I win, I’m the strongest. If I lose… well, I’m not dead yet, am I?”

“You—!”

Long Xi stamped her foot in frustration, but she could never stop him.

Every time Long Hao went out, he always came back covered in wounds.

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And every time, Lin Fan would take the initiative to help treat his injuries.

“Brother Lin Fan, your medical skills are truly impressive.”

Long Hao lay sprawled on the cold stone platform, grimacing through the pain as Lin Fan applied medicine to his wounds.

“I picked up a bit of it back home, from a friend.”

“What did you do on Blue Star?”

“…A fitness coach.”

Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, borrowing Zhou Ming’s profession.

“What kind of coach?”

“Mm… someone who teaches people how to fight.”

“Then you must be really good at fighting!”

Long Hao’s spirits instantly lifted. He rolled over and tried to sit up.

“How about we spar sometime?”

“I’m no match for you.” Lin Fan smiled and shook his head, pressing him back down.

Long Hao looked at his lean, kind face, grinned broadly, and reached out to give his shoulder a hearty slap.

“Brother Lin Fan, you’re a really good person. Not like those fox clan bastards—every last one of them is cunning and vicious.”

“My sister’s right. Blue Star people really aren’t bad.”

Lin Fan just smiled and said nothing.

…

Three months passed.

Through his time with the Long siblings and his observations of this world, he finally figured everything out.

This was the world of three hundred years ago.

As long as he destroyed the Dragon Clan from within before they could fully grow in power…

Blue Star would be safe.

…

That day, Long Xi went to the distant Sky Fox Clan’s territory to attend a so-called peace negotiation ceremony.

Long Hao, of course, didn’t want to go.

“What’s there to negotiate with those fox spirits? Just beat them all into submission and be done with it.”

Before she left, Long Xi made a point of instructing Lin Fan.

“Brother Lin Fan, while I’m away these few days, please keep an eye on him. Don’t let him run off and cause trouble again.”

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“Don’t worry.” Lin Fan nodded in agreement.

Long Xi left.

That very evening, Long Hao snuck out.

He went to challenge an entire Sky-Dominating Tiger tribe that had taken residence in the Eastern Mountains.

Lin Fan stood at the mouth of the cave, waiting.

The moon had already climbed high into the sky before he saw a figure in the distance flying back, weaving unsteadily.

“Cough… cough, cough…”

Long Hao landed at the cave entrance. His knees gave way, and he collapsed straight to the ground.

His left arm was nearly crippled, large patches of golden Dragon Scales shattered and peeling away, revealing the mangled flesh beneath. Across his chest ran a massive claw wound stretching from his left shoulder down to his right waist—so deep the bone was visible, blood seeping continuously from it.

“Hey… Brother Lin Fan.”

He lifted his head and flashed Lin Fan a grin, his mouth full of bloody teeth.

“I won.”

Lin Fan slowly crouched down.

“You’re badly hurt.”

“Just a flesh wound. No big deal.”

Long Hao waved his hand dismissively.

“Those tiger cubs ran even faster than me. Shame I couldn’t catch them, or else—cough, cough—”

“Let me treat that for you.”

“Alright, sorry for the trouble.”

Without a trace of wariness, Long Hao turned around, exposing his scar-covered back completely to him.

Lin Fan looked at those overlapping layers of old wounds, his gaze utterly devoid of emotion.

His hands were steady.

One hand gently pressed against the back of Long Hao’s neck.

Long Hao was still rambling on.

“Brother Lin Fan, when my sister comes back, don’t tell her about this, or she’ll scold me again…”

His words were cut short.

The hand pressed against the back of his neck suddenly tightened.

A surge of icy Mental Strength, without any warning, brutally flooded into his Sea of Consciousness.

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Long Hao’s pupils abruptly dilated.

He tried to struggle, but gravely wounded, he couldn’t muster even a tenth of his strength.

“Lin Fan… Brother?”

Using the last of his strength, he turned his head with difficulty and saw an expression on that always gentle and friendly face that he had never seen before.

Cold.

Indifferent.

Like looking at a lifeless piece of clothing.

“I’m sorry.”

Lin Fan said softly.

The next second, tremendous force slammed into the back of Long Hao’s head.

A dull thud.

Long Hao’s body collapsed limply.

[Qualifying unit detected. Proceed with Skin Crafting?]

“Yes.”

[Skin Crafting in progress… Please wait…]

A grayish-black light completely enveloped Long Hao’s body.

That reckless yet passionate Dragon Clan youth, along with his gleaming scales, golden Dragon horns, hearty laughter, and battle-scarred body, was transformed into a thin, complete human Skin.

[Skin “Long Hao” crafting complete.]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Abilities: Death Rule (Beginner), Progenitor Dragon Bloodline (Pureblood)]

Lin Fan stared at the Skin in his hands, silent for a long, long time.

Then, he put it on.

Dragon horns, black hair, golden Vertical pupils.

He walked to the pool deep within the cave and looked at his reflection.

The water mirrored a young, defiant face.

It was Long Hao.

But in those eyes, not a trace of a youth’s fiery passion could be found anymore.

When Long Xi returned from the fox clan, she would never again see that gentle “Brother Lin Fan.”