Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 581 – Side Story: Holy Water Waterfall

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Under Liu Cheng’s iron-fisted and highly efficient management, this border town—renamed “Hope City”—had been completely transformed.

Collapsed houses had been cleared and rebuilt, clogged streets repaved, and the moat deepened and refilled with diverted water. Thousands of refugees who had once been numbly waiting for death now had light back in their eyes. Every day at dawn, figures could be seen working both inside and outside the city.

No one dared to slack off. Because atop the highest point of the lord’s manor roof, there was always a figure in white sitting there.

That was their god.

But the crisis was not fully resolved.

Inside the lord’s manor, Liu Cheng quickly climbed to the attic and stood beneath the wooden ladder leading to the roof, bowing his head respectfully.

“Divine Lady.”

“Speak.” Lin Li’s cool voice came from the rooftop, accompanied by the crisp sound of biting into fruit.

“All infrastructure work inside and outside the city has been fully repaired.” Liu Cheng spoke rapidly, his report clear and organized. “But… there are two difficulties. First, the mountain of rice you bestowed—since everyone has been doing heavy labor all day recently, their appetites have surged, and it can last at most three more days. Second, although the wasteland fields outside the city have been planted with the grain seeds you granted, the soil has been drought-stricken for too long and cannot sprout.”

After speaking, Liu Cheng lowered his head even further. He felt ashamed. The Divine Lady had already given them a chance at rebirth, yet he couldn’t even manage to provide food.

On the rooftop.

Lin Li stood barefoot on the glazed tiles, her white slit dress flapping loudly in the wind. She looked down at the half-eaten green fruit in her hand, and with a slight squeeze of her fingers, the pit turned to ash.

“I understand.” Lin Li stood up.

She had anticipated this. No matter how large that mountain of rice was, it couldn’t fill the stomachs of thousands who had been hungry for so long.

But she couldn’t keep conjuring food out of thin air. She was only here to pass the time—maybe one day she’d get bored and simply tear through space to return to Azurewood City.

If that day came and the supply stopped, the people of this city would still starve to death, still be captured by those man-eating “immortal masters” to be used as medicine ingredients.

Rather than being a nanny who might abandon them at any moment, it was better to make them self-sufficient.

“Liu Cheng.”

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“Your subordinate is here.”

“Notify everyone in the city. Have them bring every container that can hold water and stand in the streets.” Lin Li instructed. “Also, have everyone who farms outside the city go to the fields right now.”

Liu Cheng didn’t ask why—he simply executed. “Yes! Your subordinate will see to it immediately!”

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the streets of Hope City were filled with people. Large vats, wooden buckets, even chipped porcelain bowls—all had been brought out. The wasteland fields outside the city were also densely packed with refugees holding farming tools.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

Lin Li didn’t walk down from the roof. Her body directly turned transparent, fading into the void, riding the air currents upward until she hovered a thousand meters above the ground.

Beneath her feet were the withered city and the yellowed earth.

“This kind of low-dimensional world that relies purely on squeezing physical labor—what it lacks is nothing more than life energy.”

Starlight-like radiance swirled in Lin Li’s eyes.

She slowly spread her legs, and the terrifying Life Origin of a tenth-level Ancestor of Life rapidly converged in her lower abdomen.

One drop, two drops, a hundred drops…

The deep green Life Origin, like the purest emerald liquid in the world, radiated a blinding fluorescence that could not be looked at directly.

This kind of rule-liquid that could instantly restore the dying and break through bottlenecks for High-order Evolvers was being kneaded and dissolved into the surrounding clouds by Lin Li in handfuls, as if it cost nothing at all.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

Thick cumulonimbus clouds converged from all directions, shrouding the entire Hope City.

The wind began to rise.

“Fall.” Lin Li uttered a single word.

Boom!

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Rain poured down in torrents.

This was no ordinary rain—it was a “Holy Water waterfall” laced with countless specks of green fluorescence. The raindrops landed on the bluestone slabs, not splashing mud, but instead releasing a refreshing fragrance that soothed the soul.

Inside the city.

Li Siniang held a wooden basin, looking up at the sky. A drop of green-glowing rain landed on her cracked lips, instantly transforming into a warm current that slid down her throat into her stomach.

The next second, Li Siniang’s entire body jolted violently.

The back pain and joint pain she had accumulated from years of hard labor vanished completely in that instant. Not only that—a wild torrent of heat exploded from her dantian, like a galloping stallion, surging through her limbs and bones.

“Mother! So hot! I’m so hot!” Er Ya beside her threw away the bowl in her hands and hopped around in the rain, clutching her stomach.

Li Siniang looked down and was startled. Er Ya’s originally withered yellow hair was turning black and thick at a visible rate. Her bony, emaciated body began to stretch taller, and a layer of black impurities even seeped out from the surface of her skin.

Scenes like this were playing out simultaneously in every corner of the city.

“Ah!” A burly man couldn’t help but roar at the sky. He felt his body brimming with inexhaustible strength. With a casual stomp, a “crack” sounded as the hard bluestone slab beneath his foot was crushed to pieces, spiderweb-like fissures spreading in all directions.

Liu Cheng stood in the courtyard of the city lord’s mansion, letting the rain beat down on him. He had already been granted a drop of origin essence by Lin Li, and now, bathed in this downpour, the Qi-Blood within his body was like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

He suddenly drew the long blade at his waist and slashed through the air at a two-meter-tall ornamental rock ten paces away.

No blade aura—pure terrifying physical force compressing the air.

Bang!

The boulder shattered into pieces, debris flying everywhere.

Liu Cheng stared at the blade in his hand, completely stunned. This kind of off-body striking technique, in Cloud Mountain Sect, was something only fourth-rank martial artists at the level of inner sect elders could accomplish!

And now, he had done it.

Not just him—the thousands of starving refugees throughout the city were all undergoing earth-shattering transformations at this very moment. The life energy in this rain forcibly washed their marrow and refined their sinews, elevating their trash-tier constitutions directly to the ceiling of this world.

From today onward, in Hope City, there was no longer a single mortal who couldn’t even truss a chicken. Even a three-year-old child, taken outside, could punch a cow to death with one blow.

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Everyone—evolved!

At the same time, in the barren fields outside the city.

Miracles bloomed in the soil.

The parched earth watered by the Holy Water instantly turned dark and fertile. The ordinary grain seeds that had been sown just a few days ago and had shown no sign of life now burst through the soil like mad.

Sprouting, leafing, shooting up, earing.

In just over ten minutes! Wheat stalks that had only reached shin height were now crazily growing to over two meters tall, thick as young trees. The ears they bore had grains the size of pigeon eggs, radiating an enticing golden glow and a rich, exotic fruity fragrance.

An old farmer, his hands trembling, plucked a single grain and put it in his mouth, biting down.

There was no astringent taste of ordinary raw wheat; it melted on the tongue, transforming into a gentle surge of Qi-Blood that merged into the body.

“This… this is a divine medicine! This is immortal grain!” The old farmer’s legs gave way, and he knelt directly in the muddy ground, wailing loudly.

Thousands of people followed suit, kneeling and kowtowing desperately toward the city lord’s mansion in the pouring rain. They knew nothing of higher-dimensional rules or Life Origin—all they knew was that this food could not only fill their stomachs but also make them as powerful as those “immortal masters.”

High in the sky, Lin Li watched the changes below and ceased her output.

The dark clouds above dispersed rapidly. The rain stopped, and sunlight once again bathed the thriving City of Hope.

Every container in the city was now filled with Holy Water that emitted a faint fluorescence. Lin Li had given a strict order: from now on, the city’s residents would drink only this water. As for the crops in the fields, there was no need to tend them—harvest one batch, and by the next day, a new batch would have already grown.

“The engine is installed, and the tank is full.”

With a flicker of movement, Lin Li landed back on the roof of the city lord’s mansion. She smoothed her long hair, tousled by the wind, and a satisfied smile curved at the corner of her lips.

“Now no one can bully you anymore. Even if the Cloud Mountain Sect comes again, with these newly transformed berserkers in the city, a single spit from each of them would be enough to drown the lot.”

Lin Li clapped her hands, ready to go take an afternoon nap.

But at the other end of this world—

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Several hundred li away, nestled among encircling mountains, stood the main peak of the Cloud Mountain Sect.

Inside the grand ancestral hall of the sect, an outer disciple tasked with watching over the life-jade tablets was dozing off.

Crack.

A faint, crisp sound.

The disciple jolted awake and looked up—his soul nearly fled in terror.

The jade tablets representing Deacon Zhao and the several hundred elite city-patrol soldiers had, at some unknown moment, already crumbled into powder.

Even more terrifying, at the very top of the hall, a massive crystal used to monitor Qi-Blood fluctuations across a thousand li was now flashing with a piercing red light.

The direction of the red light pointed straight at that dilapidated border town.

“Trouble… trouble!”

The disciple scrambled out of the ancestral hall on all fours.

Half an hour later, in the main hall of the Cloud Mountain Sect.

Sect Master Yun Hai slammed his palm down, shattering the sandalwood table beside him. His face was as dark as water.

“Deacon Zhao’s death is a minor matter, but how could such a terrifying Qi-Blood fluctuation suddenly erupt from that dilapidated little town? A life force of that magnitude is simply unheard of!”

The several elders below exchanged glances, undisguised greed flickering in their eyes.

“Sect Master, with such vast life force surging forth—could a peerless heavenly treasure have appeared in this world?” The Grand Elder licked his lips.

Yun Hai rose to his feet, and from his entire body erupted a terrifying Qi-Blood that distorted the very air. He was one of the top few individuals in this world—the pinnacle of the Eighth Rank of the Martial Dao.

“Whatever it is, it belongs to the Cloud Mountain Sect. Issue the order: muster three thousand Blood-Slaying Guards. I will go there personally!” A cruel glint flashed in Yun Hai’s eyes.

The newbie village’s protection period had officially ended. The first wave of experience-giving bosses was already eagerly making its way over.