Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 752: Waiting For An Oppurtunity

Blood carried spiritual impurities that were invisible to the naked eye. To remove them, one needed specialized materials.

Treated Spirit Wood Charcoal absorbed residual energies.

Refined spirit soils bound toxins and decay attributes.

Controlled boiling, done at specific temperatures and durations, separated volatile impurities without destroying the blood's structure.

Han Yu applied techniques he already knew from alchemy, adjusting them carefully for this new medium.

He succeeded far more often than he failed.

By the end of the first month, he could consistently extract and purify basic blood without degradation.

That alone placed him above most beginners.

By the second month, his progress accelerated.

He began refining blood.

Condensed blood, where excess fluid was removed and properties intensified.

Stabilized blood, prepared for long term storage.

Basic refined blood suitable for alchemy, talismans, and low tier rituals.

He learned to produce blood ink.

At first only one type.

Then two.

Then five.

By the end of the second month, he could reliably make ten different types of blood ink, each tuned for a specific purpose.

Talismans.

Formations.

Control arrays.

Even puppet inscriptions.

Each had slightly different requirements, and Han Yu learned to meet them all.

Throughout this time, he never stopped his other routines.

He continued taking puppet missions daily, maintaining his income of merit points and his standing on the Puppet Peak. He attended lectures, asked appropriate questions, and absorbed everything he could.

At night, he studied.

Blood manuals.

Formation texts. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Alchemy notes.

Sometimes all three at once when the contents aligned.

He also kept watch.

Every few days, he checked the Mission Hall.

Nothing related to the mines.

Every week, he visited the Slave District.

The catalog remained thin.

The clerk still had no real information.

The supervisors were still absent.

Han Yu felt the clock ticking, but he forced himself not to rush.

He had also asked Qing Luan to keep her eyes open.

Through her network, she monitored the Qing, Wen, and Zhao clans. She gathered rumors, tracked shipments, and listened for any word about the mining operations.

So far, all signs pointed to one thing.

The mines were active.

The slaves were there.

And the operation was only growing.

Han Yu stood one evening in his alchemy chamber, staring at a vial of refined blood that shimmered faintly under the formation lights.

He turned it slowly, watching how the liquid responded.

"I'm still not ready," he said quietly.

But he was closer than he had ever been.

Every step he took now was deliberate.

Every skill he gained was another key.

He did not know when the opportunity would appear.

But when it did, Han Yu intended to be ready to seize it without hesitation. And he didn't need to wait for long, as just a few days later, he received a message.

Han Yu did not hesitate for even a breath.

The moment his jade slip vibrated with a coded message from the slave district clerk, he shut down his work at the Puppet Peak without explanation. The half repaired maintenance puppet in front of him was left exactly as it was, its chest panel open and spirit lines exposed.

Another artisan might have worried about wasting materials or losing face but Han Yu did not. This was the opening he had been waiting for.

He exited the workshop, left the Puppet Peak, and moved through the sect with long, steady strides. His expression was calm, cold, and faintly irritated, exactly as Ju Fan was known to be. No one stopped him. No one questioned him. To the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, Ju Fan moving with purpose was nothing unusual.

The Slave District greeted him with its usual atmosphere.

Iron gates. Dim formations. The dull murmur of chained footsteps and subdued voices. The air carried the faint scent of blood, sweat, and fear that never truly left this place.

Han Yu spotted the clerk almost immediately.

The man stiffened the moment he saw Ju Fan approaching, then quickly forced a smile and raised a hand in greeting.

"Senior Brother Ju Fan," he said. "You came fast."

Han Yu did not respond verbally. He merely looked at the man.

The clerk swallowed and nodded. "We cannot speak here."

Without waiting for permission, the clerk turned and began walking, clearly expecting Han Yu to follow. Han Yu did so without comment.

They passed through several corridors, moved beyond the main trading halls, and eventually reached a far corner of the Slave District that most people avoided unless absolutely necessary.

The latrine sector.

Large stone buildings lined the area, each marked with maintenance talismans and warning signs. The formations that usually neutralized odor were clearly malfunctioning. The stench hit Han Yu like a wall.

Rot. Waste. Blocked drainage. Old filth that had not been properly processed.

Even with his cultivation, it was unpleasant.

Han Yu's lips twitched faintly.

For a brief, unwanted moment, memories surfaced. Wooden buckets. Scrubbing stone floors. The humiliation of latrine duty at the Twin Leaf Peak Sect. A time when he had been nobody. Less than nobody.

He crushed the nostalgia instantly.

This was not the time.

The clerk glanced around nervously, then stopped near a cracked wall where steam rose faintly from a broken vent. No one else was present. Even slaves avoided this place unless ordered.

"This is far enough," the clerk muttered.

Han Yu turned to face him. "Speak."

The clerk exhaled slowly, rubbing his hands together. "This is… bigger than I thought."

Han Yu's eyes sharpened slightly. He said nothing.

"It took a while to even get near the supervisors," the clerk continued. "They only came back yesterday. Been away for months. I managed to get them drunk last night. Cost me a fortune, by the way."

Han Yu's expression did not change.

The clerk took that as tacit approval. "So. Yes. The rumors are true. A new mine. Violet Spirit Quartz. The sect is directly involved."

Han Yu's mind was calm, but focused. 'That much I already know.'

"What else," he said flatly.