Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 764: A Mundane Mission

The sect remained indifferent.

Which meant that, for now, the Peak Head had chosen observation over action.

That realization calmed Han Yu... slightly.

He turned his thoughts to the safeguards he had placed.

The letter contained no names.

No explicit mention of the Cold Silk Orchid.

Only the jade with the aura, sealed so that it could not leak indiscriminately.

Anyone without specific knowledge would sense only an unusually cold, refined aura. Rare, yes, but not identifiable. Only someone deeply immersed in frost cultivation, someone who had studied the Endless Frost Tomb Art for centuries, would recognize it instantly.

The clue to Han Yu's location was equally subtle.

Not directions.

Not descriptions.

Aura resonance.

The Peak Head would need to actively search for the source of that resonance within the sect. That meant scanning countless disciples, formations, buildings, and grounds. It would have to be done carefully, discreetly, and without alerting rivals.

That alone could take time.

Days.

Weeks, even.

Han Yu closed his eyes.

If he were in the Peak Head's position, he would do the same.

He would not rush to confront the sender. He would first ensure that no one else had noticed. Then he would narrow down the possibilities quietly. He would confirm that the aura trace was not a trick, an echo, or a remnant artifact brought in by chance.

Only once he was confident would he move.

That line of reasoning steadied Han Yu's thoughts.

The delay, then, was not a failure.

It was confirmation that the bait had been taken seriously.

Still, the waiting gnawed at him.

Every day that passed was another day his companions remained enslaved, another day the mining operations continued unchecked, another day Zhao Liumen consolidated his influence.

Han Yu clenched his jaw.

He reminded himself that this was not a sprint.

This was the most dangerous maneuver he had attempted since entering the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect. One misstep could end everything. His life. His plans. His chance to save anyone.

If patience was the price, then he would pay it.

He reached down and scratched Chitterfang lightly behind the ears.

The rat stirred and squeaked sleepily.

"At least you did your part perfectly," Han Yu said quietly.

Chitterfang's tail flicked in faint pride.

Han Yu leaned back against the stone wall of the cave, eyes open, spirit sense relaxed but alert.

The Peak Head would come.

Of that, he was certain.

The only question was when and in what manner.

Until then, Han Yu would wait.

***

Eleven days had passed since Chitterfang had delivered the letter to the Kidney Peak.

By now, Han Yu had stopped counting.

Not because he had forgotten, but because he had accepted a simple truth that experience had carved into him long ago. When dealing with people far above one's station, impatience was not merely useless, it was dangerous.

If the Second Kidney Peak Head wished to respond, he would do so on his own terms. Worrying would not hasten it, and acting rashly would only invite disaster. So Han Yu buried himself in work.

He woke before dawn, cultivated until his Qi settled into a stable rhythm, fed Chitterfang, and headed to the Puppet Peak.

He refined parts, repaired mechanisms, took on maintenance missions, attended lectures, and spent hours in the library afterward, cross-referencing puppet schematics with blood array theory.

When night came, he returned to his cave, treated Meng Jueyan, checked Xuan Qing, studied blood arts, and slept.

Repeat.

Day after day, his life fell into a brutally efficient routine. His merit points continued to rise. His understanding deepened. His hands moved with a confidence that no longer required conscious thought.

If nothing else, this discipline kept his mind from spiraling.

It was on the twelfth day that something finally broke the pattern.

Han Yu was in one of the Puppet Peak's auxiliary workshops, seated at a long stone table littered with dismantled joints and formation plates. In front of him lay the partially disassembled torso of a medium-grade courier puppet, its chest cavity open to reveal a network of Qi channels and control nodes.

He was testing a new reinforcement method he had devised, one that redistributed strain away from the core node by altering the angle of three auxiliary formations.

He was deeply focused when he sensed someone approaching.

Han Yu did not look up immediately.

The footsteps were light, measured, and familiar.

"Junior Brother Ju Fan."

Han Yu lifted his head calmly.

Standing a few steps away was Supervisor Kun.

The thin man wore his usual red-black robes, his hair tied neatly back, his narrow face carrying its habitual expression of mild disinterest. His eyes, however, were sharp, and they were fixed squarely on Han Yu.

Han Yu rose and gave a short bow. "Supervisor Kun."

Kun waved a hand dismissively. "No need. I'm not here for formalities."

That alone told Han Yu this was not a casual visit.

Supervisor Kun was not a man who wasted time. When he came personally, it was either because something needed to be handled discreetly or because he did not trust anyone else with it.

Han Yu set the puppet part aside. "Is there a problem?"

Kun studied him for a moment, as if weighing something. Then he nodded slightly. "There's a mission. A repair job."

Han Yu relaxed internally, though he did not show it. "I'm available."

Kun's lips twitched faintly. "I know. That's why I came to you first."

He reached into his sleeve and produced a jade slip, handing it over. "Goods sorting puppet. Warehouse Forty-Seven."

Han Yu took the slip and scanned it quickly.

His brows lifted just a fraction.

Warehouse Forty-Seven.

That was not a small warehouse.

In fact, it was one of the sect's largest logistics hubs, positioned near an auxiliary gate that handled external shipments. The goods sorting puppet there was massive, a fixed installation rather than a mobile unit. Repairing it was not difficult in terms of complexity, but the scale alone made it time-consuming.

The reward reflected that.

Ten thousand merit points.