Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 300: Sowing The Seeds Of Discord

"That’s... more than I expected," she admitted.

Han Yu’s voice dropped, his tone cold.

"Murong Xie’s hoarding spirit stones under the sect’s nose. Whatever he’s planning, this mine is a key resource. If we just let this slide, he’ll gain enough leverage to bribe his way into bigger influence—or worse."

"You want me to report it to my superiors," she guessed.

"No," Han Yu corrected. "I’ve been told that you work for an organization that specializes in a special task... destabilizing rivals."

Meng Jueyan’s lips curved faintly. She ws also a bit surprised that Han Yu knew she worked for the intelligence department, or at least something simialr to that. To her, as long as he didn’t know she was part of the Mist Eye Sect it was fine.

"You want us to do what we do best."

"Exactly. Leak it to a rival clan. Tip off a neutral sect. Or better yet—frame the Murong Clan for attempting to monopolize the resource without sharing tribute. Anything that forces the situation into public view. Anything that forces the Twin Leaf Peak Sect to act."

"And what do you want in return?"

Han Yu’s grin turned sly.

"Nothing. Consider it a gift. Or an offering... From one pawn of Elder Yi to another. If you succeed, you’ll be the first to hear about the next oppurtunity I stumble upon."

Meng Jueyan studied him for a long moment. "You’re dangerous."

Han Yu leaned back and cracked a chestnut. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

After a beat of silence, she stood.

"Give me the sample boxes. We’ll handle the rest."

Han Yu obliged, handing her the container with the three types of spirit stones—complete with the mine’s unique mineral signature recorded on a slip kept inside it. It would be enough for her to verify his claims.

She took a look at it and read the record.

"This is already appraised and even has their seal... Looks like they needed to verify the quality before offering it to others." Meng Jueyan read the record.

"That will be their undoing." Han Yu smirked.

Meng Jueyan gave a nod before turned. But a moment later, she hesitated.

"...Be careful. Once Murong Xie realizes someone sabotaged his mine, he’ll come looking."

Han Yu chuckled.

"Let him. He’ll be looking in all the wrong places."

And with that, Meng Jueyan vanished into the shadows, her figure swallowed by the forest.

Han Yu remained in the clearing a while longer, finishing the chestnuts, and leaning back against a mossy tree.

The trap was set.

The bait was delivered.

And the hunter... was far from the battlefield.

As the last of the chestnut skins fell to the forest floor and Meng Jueyan’s presence faded completely into the night, Han Yu finally allowed himself to relax—truly relax.

The quiet that followed was different. Less like silence and more like revelation.

He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.

And that was when he felt it.

The air shimmered faintly. Not visually, but spiritually—like a current running just beneath the surface of reality. Han Yu reached inward, his soul brushing against the invisible stream of Eight Emotions Energy that had gathered in the area.

He exhaled slowly, his expression growing focused as he opened his spiritual perception.

Dozens of wisps flickered to life around him, each one glowing faintly with a hue only Soul Qi users could perceive.

A red-orange wisp quivered nearby—Anger, vibrant and pulsing. Another floated beside it, a dark blue Sadness with curling, mist-like tendrils. A jagged, violet-black Fear lingered around the edges like smoke from a distant fire.

Han Yu blinked.

"...From the mine."

He reached out with his spirit sense, letting it dance through the wisps without fully absorbing them yet. He could feel the source—dozens of cultivators, perhaps more, still within the shattered perimeter of the mining operation. These weren’t memories or echoes.

These were fresh. Real-time reactions, birthed from chaos.

"They found the surprise I prepared for them."

The Anger was hot and erratic—likely from the supervisors or guards who were now scrambling to understand how someone had slipped past them.

The Sadness was quieter but steady—miners or handlers perhaps, those who knew how much they had just lost.

As for the Fear... it was the sharpest of the three.

He focused on one particular strand and felt it clearly: the cold anticipation of punishment. The dread of being held accountable for the sabotage. The terror of someone like Murong Xie finding them lacking.

Han Yu slowly grinned, eyes still closed.

"Perfect."

He reached inward again, activating the Soul Core in his Soul Space, and this time allowed himself to begin drawing in the wisps freely.

One by one, the emotions flowed toward him, not just as raw power—but as understanding.

Each one was a piece in a puzzle of consequences. A map of mental states and motivations.

And then he noticed something else.

Fainter. Different. Still fresh—but not from the mine.

Yellow and orange wisps with a touch of peach and lavender, curled softly near him.

He recognized the flavor instantly—Joy, tinged with Anticipation.

"Meng Jueyan..."

He watched the trails linger like perfumed incense, even after she had gone. Her emotional imprint was not subtle. She had been pleased. Excited even. Her earlier amusement had left a residue, but what truly stood out was the anticipation. That eager, quietly delighted expectation.

She wanted to see the chaos unfold. She was already looking forward to what Han Yu would bring her next.

"She’s hooked."

Han Yu sat straighter, his gaze distant now as he pondered the implications.

It wasn’t just about cultivating Soul Qi anymore. This... this was a tool. A lens. With the right practice, he could interpret people’s inner thoughts through the Eight Emotions they unconsciously exuded.

It wouldn’t be perfect—emotions were messy things, often layered and conflicting. But the stronger ones, the ones tied to decisions, loyalties, and desires? Those left unmistakable trails.

And Han Yu could read them like a book.