Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 266: Meng Jueyan’s First Message

The owner reached behind the counter and pulled out a small, lacquered box. He undid the seal and removed a folded, wax-stamped letter.

"Here. This came in about a week ago. Had your name on it—or at least your code name. Wasn’t gonna touch it till you mentioned Ren."

Han Yu took the letter, nodding in appreciation.

This was likely Meng Jueyan’s report.

He didn’t open it yet. Not here. Not in the inn. Too many eyes, too many ears. He slipped it into the inner fold of his robe.

The owner leaned over the counter, lowering his voice.

"Is this one of those servant trading deals?"

Han Yu blinked. "You know about that?"

The man grinned. "Course I do. You lot pass stuff through here all the time. Spirit herbs, dried meat, scrolls, even spiritual tools sometimes. Some of you pay better than nobles, so we don’t ask questions."

Han Yu chuckled, amused. "Then this makes things easier."

He leaned in.

"I’ll be using this place occasionally, but I won’t always be the one picking up the letters. I have a... delivery method. If there’s a message, just place it in a box I’ll leave above the rooftop. My messenger will collect it."

The owner raised a brow. "A messenger spirit beast?"

Han Yu nodded. "Something like that. Harmless. Won’t bite. And won’t leave a mess."

The man shrugged. "As long as it doesn’t eat my customers or my rice, I don’t care. Use the roof all you like."

Han Yu gave a faint smile. "Much appreciated."

He turned to leave but paused near the doorway.

That little arrangement was only part of the plan. He didn’t want to keep coming back here himself—too risky, too exposed. But now that he had this safe drop point, he could put the S.H.H. to work. The rats he was friendly with—small, unnoticed, and practically invisible to normal spiritual senses—were perfect for this sort of low-profile pickup.

Once he got back to the sect, he’d set up a direct relay system. A rat would sneak out, collect the message, and return through the neutral paths. No need for expensive jade slips, no need to risk his face being seen.

Just efficient, furry delivery agents.

With the letter secured and the drop point arranged, Han Yu stepped back into the alley, blending into the crowd as he moved toward the outskirts of the city. The sun was climbing now, shining across the rooftops like a silent spotlight. freёnovelkiss-com

The Twin Leaf Peak Sect was just a day’s walk from here.

Han Yu sat in a quiet, shaded grove just outside Dongxuan City, the city walls behind him and the faint rustle of leaves above. The sealed envelope felt heavier than it should have in his hands. Without wasting more time, he tore the seal and pulled out the contents.

A folded sheet of parchment.A small talisman.And a short note.

He unfolded the note first.

"This is from me. If anything needs to be reported, activate the talisman. It cannot transmit words, but it will signal me. I’ll arrange for someone to collect your message from the inn. – MJ."

Han Yu raised a brow and then let out a low chuckle.

"Well, well... pretty initiative of you, Meng Jueyan."

It was a smart arrangement. The talisman was clearly one-way, but it established a new link between them. With this, both of them could now contact the other when necessary—no need for fancy jade slips or complex arrays.

He slipped the talisman carefully into his inner robe, appreciating the gesture more than he let on. This was a level of trust that even most inner sect members wouldn’t casually offer.

Finally, he turned to the folded parchment. The true reason he had come here before returning to the sect.

He opened it and began to read.

The first few lines were crisp, detailing Murong Xie’s cultivation level—Late Stage Qi Refining Realm, likely on the cusp of breaking through to the next stage soon and eventually the Core Condensation Realm.

Not bad for his age.

Then came his talent assessment—Indigo rank. A rare tier. Not just promising. Dangerous. The kind of talent sects invested in. The kind that became Grand elders, or worse, Patriarchs.

Next was a summary of his clan background.

The Murong Clan, located in Yellow Turtle City, was no small fish. Quite the opposite. They had deep roots and deeper pockets. Their current patriarch, Murong Feng, was a Nascent Soul realm expert—Murong Xie’s grandfather.

Even Han Yu raised his brows at that.

"That’s a real backing," he muttered.

The Murong Clan’s influence extended through Yellow Turtle City and beyond. They owned multiple businesses, managed entire trade routes, and most importantly—ran a spirit ore mine. That alone could sustain a clan’s power for generations.

They were well-connected, rich, and influential. The letter confirmed that the Twin Leaf Peak Sect did extensive business with them. It made sense now—Murong Xie’s arrogance, his sense of entitlement.

It wasn’t just ego; it was family leverage. His relatives had been joining the sect for years. The roots ran deep.

Han Yu leaned back and laughed quietly.

"So that’s why he struts around like he owns the mountain."

He tapped the edge of the paper with his finger.

"If he can throw his family around like a weapon... then so can I."

He had no noble blood, but he had something far better now—connections to spies. Connections to Meng Jueyan. And indirectly, the Mist Eye Sect itself.

It wasn’t a sword he could draw openly, but it was a dagger he could use in the dark.

Unfortunately, the letter didn’t provide any direct weaknesses. No scandals. No disgraced relatives. No buried skeletons. The clan kept itself clean. Their other members in the sect weren’t treated as importantly as Murong Xie either, which meant no weak links to threaten or manipulate.

Han Yu sighed.

"Damn. Can’t strangle him through his cousins, then."

Still, it was a start. Knowing his enemy’s strength was the first step.

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