Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 763: Anxious Wait

Han Yu did not move right away or in haste.

He merely reeled in his fishing line, glanced at the bucket beside him lazily, and noted with mild satisfaction that it now held ten Blood Scale Carps.

A good haul.

A good night.

He didn’t know if his good harvest was a good omen or not though.

"Well done," Han Yu said inwardly, warmth threading through their bond.

Chitterfang squeaked happily, exhaustion and pride mingling.

Back at the cave, Han Yu rewarded him with a Spirit Fruit, which the rat devoured with enthusiasm, juice staining his whiskers.

Then Han Yu sealed the cave.

He sat down.

And waited.

The letter had been delivered.

The aura had been proven.

Now, the next move was no longer his to make.

If the Second Kidney Peak Head chose to ignore it... then Han Yu would adjust.

But deep down, he knew better.

A man standing on the edge of losing everything did not ignore a lifeline made of Cold Silk Orchid aura.

Soon enough, the Peak Head would come looking.

And when he did...

Han Yu would be ready.

The days passed in an agonizingly normal rhythm.

Han Yu did not allow himself to deviate.

He rose at the same hour, cultivated at the same time, took the same missions at the Puppet Peak, attended the same lectures, returned to his cave, ’experimented’ on Meng Jueyan, checked Xuan Qing, fed Chitterfang, read blood arts texts, slept, and repeated.

If anyone were to look at him from the outside, Ju Fan’s life had returned to its monotonous, efficient equilibrium. And yet, beneath that surface, his mind was taut as a drawn bowstring.

One day passed.

Nothing.

Two days.

Still nothing.

By the third day, Han Yu had begun unconsciously scanning his surroundings more often than necessary. Every fluctuation of Qi near his cave made his attention snap. Every unfamiliar presence at the Puppet Peak drew a fraction of his spirit sense. Every time a disciple lingered a moment too long, he prepared half a dozen contingencies in his mind.

But nothing came.

By the fifth day, the anxiety had settled deeper.

It was no longer sharp panic, but a gnawing uncertainty that refused to be dismissed. Han Yu replayed the entire operation in his mind, step by meticulous step, examining it as if it were a failed experiment.

Had Chitterfang truly placed the envelope on the table?

Yes. He had felt it through the bond. The image was clear... the table’s cold stone, the faint pattern of frost veins running across its surface, the stillness of the balcony. There had been no ambiguity.

Had the envelope been noticed?

That was harder to answer. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Han Yu knew the Peak Head used that balcony. Not constantly, but often enough. The chairs were positioned deliberately, not left to gather dust. The scuff marks on the stone floor told their own story, subtle, but unmistakable to someone who observed carefully. That balcony was not decorative. It was lived in.

A week without discovery would have been odd.

Unless...

Unless the Peak Head had already discovered it and was choosing to wait.

That thought was the most troubling of all.

Han Yu understood power. or at least he thought he did. He understood how people at the top thought, especially those who had held their position for centuries. A man like the Second Kidney Peak Head did not act impulsively. Desperation made him dangerous, not foolish.

If he had recognized the aura, and Han Yu was certain he would, then the Peak Head would also have recognized the implications. Someone within the sect possessed the Cold Silk Orchid. Not merely knew of it. Possessed it.

That was a revelation powerful enough to reshape political balances.

Such a man would not rush.

He would observe.

He would verify.

He would ensure that acting did not expose him to interference from the First Kidney Peak Head or other factions. He would need to determine whether the orchid was truly in Han Yu’s possession, whether it was intact, whether it could be seized, traded, or leveraged without consequence.

And most importantly... whether the one holding it was an asset or a liability.

Han Yu exhaled slowly as he sat cross-legged in his cave, the faint hum of formations surrounding him. Chitterfang lay curled near his knee, half-asleep, whiskers twitching.

"Patience," Han Yu murmured, more to himself than the rat.

Still, doubt crept in.

What if the Peak Head had decided to handle this indirectly?

What if he had sent someone else, someone subtle to investigate? Someone whose presence Han Yu might not notice easily? An elder with concealment techniques, or a trusted retainer skilled in surveillance?

Han Yu frowned slightly.

That possibility could not be dismissed.

He reviewed his behavior over the past week. Had he given anything away? Had he lingered too long near the Kidney Peak? Had he altered his routines in a way that could be interpreted as anticipation?

’No.’

He had been careful.

Painfully careful.

If anything, he had gone out of his way to be boring.

Another thought followed, colder and more unpleasant.

What if the Peak Head had decided that the safest course of action was not to come personally at all?

What if he intended to seize the orchid through force, once he was absolutely certain of its existence and location?

Han Yu’s fingers tightened slightly.

That scenario would require preparation. Discretion. And a guarantee of success. Even a Peak Head could not openly move against a disciple without cause. Not within the sect. Not without drawing attention when it concerned the Cold Silk Orchid and the First Kidney Peak Head.

Unless he planned to make Han Yu disappear quietly.

Han Yu forced himself to slow his breathing.

"No."

If that were the plan, something would have happened already. Surveillance. Probing. Pressure. A sudden summons. A mission assignment designed to isolate him by sending him out again. A fabricated violation of some kind.

None of that had occurred.