Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 262: Giving Instructions

Han Yu glanced sideways at Meng Jueyan.

"Is there anything I can do? Even if small?"

Han Yu gave a soft grunt—amused, skeptical.

"Do you think this is a mission of merit?" he asked. "That you’ll be rewarded with fortune or glory?"

Meng blinked, unsure how to answer.

Han Yu didn’t wait.

"There is no reward. No spirit stones. No contributions. This is not the work of sect disciples looking to climb ranks. This is the work of keeping something rotten from spreading. And that... often leaves nothing behind."

In reality it was Han Yu who couldn’t afford to reward her anything, so he was just saving his ass.

A gust of wind moved between them.

Meng didn’t flinch. "Even so. I wish to help. I’m willing to accept that."

Han Yu was silent for a moment.

Then: "Good."

The single word hung in the air like a seal of approval. A contract without blood, yet heavier than iron.

He walked to the edge of the clearing, gazing into the forest beyond.

"I’ll contact you when needed," he said.

Meng nodded, but then asked carefully, "How will I receive your word, Elder Yi?"

Han Yu tensed internally.

’Right... I can’t exactly have her delivering letters to Twin Leaf Peak Sect.’

He mulled it over, tapping his fingers against his arm, then turned back with a decision.

"There is an inn," he said slowly. "In the city of Dongxuan—one hundred kilometers north of the Twin Leaf Peak Sect’s territory. It’s outside their jurisdiction. A neutral zone."

He pulled out a small talisman from his robe and tossed it to her. Meng caught it with both hands.

"When you need to report something... leave a message under the name ’Yin Trader’ at the Jade Plum Inn and use the talisman. Write nothing sensitive. I will find the message if it’s worth my time."

Meng furrowed her brows. "That close to the Twin Leaf Peak Sect? Isn’t that dangerous?"

Han Yu gave a short laugh beneath the cloth masking his face.

"There’s nothing safer than hiding under the enemy’s shadow."

Meng looked at him with renewed awe.

There was something unshakable about him—like a ghost walking among mortals, untouched by their fear. The more she tried to understand him, the more her thoughts only deepened with unanswered questions.

"Understood, Elder Yi."

"Good," he said again, voice turning more casual. "Then we part ways here. Rest, then return to your sect as normal. Report nothing. Mention no one. If someone questions the attack or the disappearance of the disciple, say you know nothing."

"Yes."

"And if someone still tries to pry further?"

Meng didn’t hesitate. "Then I’ve already forgotten."

Han Yu gave a final, slight nod.

Behind his calm exterior, a new plan was beginning to form.

The Magma Ancestor’s power... an altar yet to be found... factions splitting within the Mist Eye Sect... and the strange vial he had acquired from the altar—it was all beginning to thread together.

But to obtain the real benefits he had to untangle it first and for that he’d need time.

Allies.

And more fools who mistook him for something greater than he was.

As he turned to leave the clearing, the sunlight broke through the canopy in golden spears, casting long silhouettes of the trees across the ground.

A new day had begun.

And "Elder Yi" was now very much part of a game far larger than he had expected.

Han Yu returned to Wujing City just as the sun began to rise behind the ridgeline, its glowing light bathing the tiled rooftops in a warm orange hue. His steps were steady, but his mind raced with the events of the night.

By the time he entered the modest inn tucked along one of the quieter streets, he had already run through the situation from every angle. The moment his room door clicked shut behind him, he let out a long breath and leaned against the wall, thinking.

’What a mess.’

But beneath the danger and uncertainty... there was opportunity.

The Mist Eye Sect’s internal power struggle, their search for the Magma Ancestor’s altar, and the very fact that Meng Jueyan had accepted his identity without question—these weren’t just dangerous elements. They were leverage.

If he played this right, he could turn every piece into profit.

"This is risky," Han Yu muttered to himself, stripping off his dusty outer robe and tossing it to the side. "Way above my pay grade. Definitely not in the Pill Tester’s Job Description Handbook."

But his business senses—honed by years of street-hustling, shady deals, and resource bartering—were tingling. Tantalizingly so.

There was merit to be earned.

Not just cultivation resources, but genuine sect contribution points. Prestige. Influence. Maybe even protection.

If he could feed intel from Meng Jueyan back to the Twin Leaf Peak Sect, he could appear as a valuable informant. Of course, he’d have to do it carefully—just enough to appear helpful, not enough to expose himself. After all, there were other forces in play.

That was when a troubling thought hit him.

’What if the Mist Eye Sect had spies within the Twin Leaf Peak Sect, too?’

He froze mid-step, brows furrowing. The Mist Eye Sect was powerful. Ambitious. If they were already planting moles in neutral cities and conducting covert missions... it wouldn’t be surprising if they’d infiltrated the Twin Leaf Peak Sect too.

A chill ran down his spine.

’That could explain why Murong Xie found me back then.’ He thought if a foreign sect can have spies, Murong Xie could too.

He clenched his fists. The broken fang ravine’s caves—the ambush—everything had been too precise. It wasn’t luck. It was setup. He had been baited into that situation from the start.

Which meant some elders in his own sect might be working with the Mist Eye Sect... or at the very least, with Elder Wei or someone like that.

If he was going to report anything to the sect, he’d have to tread carefully. One wrong word, and the report might end up on the wrong desk—or in Murong Xie’s hands.

’Maybe... I could use those spies for my own benefit,’ Han Yu thought, rubbing his chin.

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