Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 746: Moving Onto Blood Mastery

Han Yu nodded and accepted the mission completion.

He did not leave.

Instead, he took another mission.

Then another.

And another.

Ten in total.

He moved through the maintenance zone like a machine himself.

An alchemy flow control puppet with misaligned liquid channels.

Fixed.

A transport crawler with uneven wheel torque.

Corrected.

A guard puppet whose sensory array had degraded under blood Qi exposure.

Reinscribed and stabilized.

Some of the tasks were considered mid tier Apprentice assignments. Ones that normally took an hour.

Han Yu finished them in twenty minutes.

Others took him even less.

He worked for three hours straight.

When he finally stopped, a small crowd had gathered at the edge of the maintenance zone.

Puppet artisans.

Some novices.

Some apprentices.

All watching.

"Who is that?" one whispered.

"New face."

"That speed is ridiculous."

"Those repairs were clean… too clean."

Another apprentice shook his head. "Calling him a newbie is a joke. He's at the peak of apprentice rank already."

Han Yu handed in the final mission confirmation, his merit points increasing steadily.

He ignored the stares.

Inside, his thoughts were already moving forward.

Puppets were different from pills. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Zhao Liumen could monopolize supply chains.

He could not monopolize skill.

Maintenance required hands.

Required perception.

Required artisans willing to get their hands dirty.

And now Han Yu had something Zhao Liumen could not take away.

A foundation built on refinement.

On soul perception.

On skill that grew sharper the more he used it.

He turned and left the Puppet Peak hall, his steps steady.

The pill market had been stolen.

Fine.

He would build something harder to seize.

Something that ran through the sect itself.

And this time, there would be no easy way to cut him out.

Han Yu returned to his cave late that night and finally had the chance to sit down and look at the numbers properly.

He took out his disciple token and infused it with a thread of spirit sense. The familiar projection appeared in front of him, listing his current status, contributions, and most importantly, his merit points.

The number made his lips curl upward.

In just eight hours of work, he had gained a little over five thousand merit points.

Han Yu stared at the number for a few seconds, then let out a quiet breath that was half amusement and half satisfaction.

"For less than a day's work…" he muttered. "This is ridiculous."

Compared to pill refinement, this was almost unfair.

There was no market to manipulate, no supply chains to guard, no merchants to negotiate with, and no rivals trying to undercut him. There was no need to hide recipes or worry about exposing some secret method that would get him hunted down later.

There was only work.

Clear missions.

Clear requirements.

Clear rewards.

And most importantly, as long as the Puppet Peak needed labor, no one could monopolize it.

Han Yu leaned back against the stone wall of his cave, fingers tapping lightly against his knee.

If he continued at this pace, even conservatively, he could earn fifty thousand merit points in a month. Possibly even faster if he pushed himself harder or took on more complex missions.

And unlike pill refinement, this would not put him directly in Zhao Liumen's sights.

Maintenance work did not steal anyone's profits.

It only fixed problems. And if anyone tried to harm his work, they'd have to asnwer to the elders of the Puppet peak for disturbing important sect work.

Han Yu smirked faintly.

"Looks like I found a better road after all."

From that day onward, Han Yu settled into a strict and almost monk like routine.

Every morning, he would leave his cave early and head straight to the Puppet Peak. For roughly eight hours each day, he would take on missions nonstop. Maintenance, recalibration, repairs, assembly of new puppets, and even testing prototypes for senior artisans who did not want to bother with the more tedious parts.

His speed never slowed.

If anything, it improved.

The more puppets he worked on, the more patterns he saw. Stress points, common mistakes, inefficient layouts, wasted space in internal channels. What once required careful analysis now appeared to him almost instinctively.

By the end of the first week, the supervisors had directly begun quietly assigning him harder tasks without even labeling them as such.

Han Yu noticed, but he said nothing.

When lectures were held at the Puppet Peak, Han Yu attended them without fail. As an Apprentice Puppet Artisan, he now had access to more advanced teachings. These lectures were no longer just about basic assembly or simple arrays. They delved into long term stability, multi layer control systems, adaptive puppet behavior, and hybrid designs that incorporated blood based components.

Each lecture was worth its weight in spirit stones.

After returning to his cave in the evenings, Han Yu did not rest.

He read.

Four to five hours at minimum.

Sometimes longer.

The Puppet Peak's library opened up significantly to him after his promotion. He could now access sections that were previously sealed off, shelves that held knowledge meant only for those who had proven their competence.

This was where Han Yu began to truly fill the gaps.

He started with curse mastery.

It did not take long for him to realize that this field was… lacking here.

Most of the books available focused on identification. How to recognize curse traces, how to determine the source of a curse, how to classify it, and most importantly, how to avoid it.

There were very few texts on actual curse refinement.

Even fewer on curse manipulation.

It made sense.

Curse mastery was dangerous. Unstable. One mistake could destroy the user as easily as the target. The sect clearly restricted deeper knowledge to specialists.

When Han Yu asked around discreetly, the answers were consistent.

To access higher level curse knowledge within the Puppet Peak, one needed to be at least a Master Puppet Artisan. Alternatively, one could join the Curse Peak itself and dedicate years of study there.

Han Yu filed the information away.

'Not now.'

Because there was another path.