Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 46: Yuzeng City

While the ghostly man and Dan Hu were having a merry time, Han Yu was on the brink of reaching a city he had never seen before.

"A city!" Han Yu exclaimed—or at least he tried to. What actually came out was muffled nonsense, thanks to the cloth gag stuffed into his mouth.

Xu Qing, who had long since tuned out his incessant mumbling, barely registered his excitement. She had far more pressing concerns—chief among them was her dwindling Qi reserves.

She had been flying nonstop for nearly three hours, and the strain was beginning to show. Her forehead was slick with sweat, and her arms ached from maintaining her sword flight. If she weren't so desperate to reach their destination, she would have taken her time.

When she finally saw the city's walls in the distance, she let out a breath of relief.

"Finally," she muttered, lowering their altitude.

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She hopped off the sword with practiced ease. Han Yu, however, was less fortunate. The second his feet hit solid ground, he wobbled like a newborn foal before collapsing face-first onto the dirt.

"UNGH!" he groaned, then frantically spat out the cloth gag. "PHWA! Finally, I can breathe!"

He inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air, before turning to Xu Qing with an exaggerated pout.

"That was brutal! My thighs are sore, my calves are sore, my waist is sore, my entire existence is sore!" he whined dramatically.

"Get up." Xu Qing's voice was flat.

Han Yu immediately scrambled to his feet, standing at attention like a soldier in front of his commander. He had been through enough to know that annoying Xu Qing too much might result in another round of unconscious travel.

Having endured three straight hours on a flying sword, Han Yu felt like his legs had turned into jelly. If not for the rigorous training he had endured under the ghostly man's torment—err, tutelage—he would have collapsed long ago.

"What is this place?" Han Yu asked, rubbing his sore arms.

"Yuzeng City," Xu Qing answered.

"Wait... Yuzeng City?" Han Yu's brain took a moment to process the name before his eyes widened in realization. "THE Yuzeng City?!"

He turned to look at their surroundings again, blinking in disbelief.

"We're over three hundred kilometers from Oak Head Town," he muttered. "How the hell did we get here so fast?"

"We flew." Xu Qing's deadpan response made Han Yu want to scream.

"I mean, obviously! But we only flew for three hours! We shouldn't be this far!" He frowned before a terrible thought struck him. "Wait... how long was I unconscious?"

"Five hours. Give or take."

"FIVE HOURS?! I was knocked out for five hours?!" Han Yu gasped. "How hard did you hit me? No wonder my skull still feels like a kicked watermelon!" He rubbed the back of his head, wincing.

Xu Qing ignored his dramatics and started walking. She had no energy to spare entertaining his complaints. She had already flown for six hours total, stopping only to recover Qi. She was beyond exhausted, and the mere thought of wasting another pill to restore her energy made her heart ache.

'I need to save up for the teleportation array too... and now I have to pay for this idiot as well,' she thought with a grimace.

Han Yu, meanwhile, was too busy gaping at his surroundings to complain further.

"Whoa..." His eyes darted from side to side as he took in the bustling streets of Yuzeng City.

Lanterns hung from intricately carved posts, casting a warm golden glow over the stone streets. Shopfronts were illuminated by a mix of torches and tall lanters, allowing merchants to continue their trade well into the night. The air was filled with the scent of roasted meats, sweet pastries, and sizzling skewers, making Han Yu's stomach grumble in protest.

Taverns overflowed with customers, the sound of raucous laughter and clinking cups spilling into the streets. Street performers juggled, sang, and even breathed fire to entertain passersby. Hawkers called out their wares, advertising everything from precious trinkets, weapons and books to medicinal herbs.

Han Yu's fingers twitched as he eyed the purses dangling from the belts of wealthy-looking patrons.

'If I set up even one of my games here, I'd make more in a night than I do in an entire week,' he mused, already calculating potential profits.

Unfortunately for him, his musings were cut short as Xu Qing abruptly stopped walking.

"Ow!" Han Yu yelped as he walked straight into her back.

Xu Qing shot him a glare that could have frozen lava.

"Watch where you're going," she snapped.

"Sorry..." Han Yu muttered before finally noticing the building they had stopped in front of.

A massive, elaborately designed inn loomed before them. Carved wooden pillars supported the entrance, and intricate golden patterns decorated the walls. Servants in fine silk robes greeted guests with bows, and the scent of expensive incense wafted from within.

Han Yu's eyes sparkled. "Are we staying here?" he asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Keep dreaming."

Xu Qing's flat rejection was like a slap to his soul.

Instead, she turned on her heel and crossed the street.

Han Yu followed her, and when he saw where she was headed, his entire body deflated.

The building in front of them was an inn in name only. The wooden walls were cracked, and a few of the windows were boarded up. A crooked sign swayed in the breeze, barely clinging onto its rusted hinges. The entrance smelled faintly of mildew, and the lone lantern flickering outside did nothing to make it look any less ominous.

"We're... we're staying here?" Han Yu's voice trembled with disbelief. "Are you sure we won't get robbed in our sleep?"

Xu Qing ignored him and walked inside, leaving him standing there in horror.

Han Yu stared at the dilapidated building, his heart filled with despair. "Not even a beggar would stay in this place..." he whispered, but with no other choice, he followed her inside.