Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 303: A Large Harvest From Murong Xie

Whatever may have been the reason behind the explosion, it didn’t matter to Han Yu.

The important part was this: Murong Xie had been hit. Hard. And the sect couldn’t ignore the chaos. Not with so many witnesses. Not with the damage done. The ripples were beginning.

Han Yu slowly turned away and began walking back down the steps, feeling the tide of emotions washing over him like a slow, steady current.

The mine was only the first domino.

And now?

Now the rest of the board was beginning to move.

Han Yu found a large mossy stone bench along the outer pathway that overlooked the ridge where Murong Xie’s ruined courtyard lay. It was partially shaded beneath a flowering plum tree and already had a few disciples seated on it, whispering amongst themselves.

’Perfect.’

He slid in at the far end, leaned back, and crossed one leg over the other, his expression that of a curious but mildly bored spectator. From this vantage, he could still see the smoke rising in tendrils and the growing congregation of inner disciples and sect officials circling the courtyard’s remains.

It was chaos.

But Han Yu?

He was calm.

Because the real prize was flowing straight toward him. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The Eight Emotions Energy—thick, swirling, and potent—had gathered like a blooming storm cloud. Though invisible to most, Han Yu could see it clearly now that he focused: colored wisps dancing through the spiritual atmosphere, drawn to his very presence like moths to a flame.

There was deep red, saturated with anger and betrayal.

There was ashen violet, the fear of blame, of retribution.

There was muted blue, glimmers of humiliation and wounded pride.

All of it, exquisite.

And he didn’t even need to reach for it—his soul absorbed it naturally now, like breathing.

As the energy entered his Soul core, Han Yu closed his eyes, just enough to feign tiredness. He masked his presence under a thin veil of Spirit Qi suppression, a basic technique that most cultivators figured out on their own but was hard to master.

But he’d perfected it over long nights spent meditating in hostile territory. The others around him barely paid him a glance.

"Did you hear what they said just now?" someone whispered nearby.

"Something about missing tribute records and mining quotas..."

"I thought it was some a beast attack. Didn’t one of the Beasts kept in the Beast pavillion go mad last month and make some chaos too?"

"Come on. There’s no way a beast did that," another replied, pointing to the crumbled roof still smoldering in the distance.

Han Yu smiled faintly as he tuned them out. Their gossip only added to the pool of emotion in the air.

And then the true rush hit.

The moment the last wisps merged with his core, it was like a river bursting through a dam.

His Soul Sea, once a still pool of silvery white, surged outward in a spiral, lit by glimmers of silver and violet. New waves formed inside his sea of soul qi, branching out to hold the refined Eight Emotions Energy. His soul flared with power, expanding and evolving.

Thirty percent.

That was the increase.

He didn’t need to calculate—he felt it in every breath, every pulse of qi within him. The tide had risen.

And it was still stabilizing.

’If I can get a few more large harvests like this I might just be able to reach the next stage quick.’ Han Yu thought to himself.

While he didn’t know how much Soul Qi he needed to reach the Soul Adept realm he had an instinctual feeling that he was getting close. And when he did, he would be able to fight those an entire realm above it.

’I can’t wait for that day.’ Han Yu suppressed a smile.

It was far too exciting, after all. He almost wished to tell someone about the trick he had just played, but he knew it was not the right choice. Far too risky, after all.

As such, he would wait. Bide his time until no one could oppose him, even if everything came to light.

Han Yu kept still, savoring the sensation. It wasn’t just raw power—there was clarity. Insight. With this much emotional residue from his enemy, his connection to the soul arts grew sharper. His understanding of intent—the hidden force behind actions and thoughts—deepened as well.

He could see it now.

Murong Xie wasn’t just furious.

He was scared.

Truly, deeply afraid.

Afraid someone knew what he was doing.

Afraid it might be exposed.

Han Yu breathed in deeply through his nose, letting the scent of plum blossoms and scorched stone mix in the air. He slowly opened his eyes. His gaze flicked toward the ruined courtyard once more.

And now he could tell, with surprising accuracy, who was worried and who was indifferent in the crowd. The ones murmuring the loudest? They were hiding something. The ones pretending not to care? They were definitely in the know.

It wasn’t mind reading.

But with the Eight Emotions Energy as a lens?

It was close enough.

He filed it all away in his mental vault.

Names. Faces. Colors of emotion.

A shadow fell across the crowd below as several senior elders arrived near the broken ward. Sect formation experts. Murong Xie was not among them. He was likely inside, injured—or fuming too much to show his face.

"Will the Elders call a formal investigation?" a disciple muttered nearby.

"They have to, right? The damage alone..."

"Not if it’s being suppressed."

"It’s still sect property that was damaged."

Another point for Han Yu to consider. But that wasn’t his concern for now.

He had gained power.

He had struck a blow.

And now he had options.

He stood up slowly, brushing invisible dust from his robe, and walked away from the area without another glance back. The murmurs, the fire, the smoke—it could all keep the sect occupied for now.

Han Yu had more important things to do.

He was already planning his next step.