Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 786: Han Yu’s Shock And Joy

The ancient presence hovered in the air for a final moment, its form no longer as solid as before.

The dense red mist that had once composed its body thinned, breaking apart into faint strands that drifted upward and dissolved into nothingness. The glow in its eyes dimmed, no longer fierce or probing, but calm, almost satisfied.

"Looks like my time here is over," the man muttered softly.

There was no regret in his voice. If anything, there was relief.

Before the connection was completely severed, the Array Spirit spoke once more, its tone unchanged and mechanical as ever.

"As per established directives," it said, "should the Patriarch be informed that multiple inheritances have been passed to the disciple?"

The ancient presence did not hesitate.

"No," he replied firmly. "Show the default response."

There was a brief pause.

"Confirmed," the Array Spirit answered.

The default response was something the sect had used for countless generations. It was deliberately vague, deliberately uninteresting. A successful inheritance, but nothing exceptional.

Nothing that would draw the eyes of the Patriarch, the Supreme Elder, or the power-hungry factions lurking within the sect.

After all, many disciples had entered the Inheritance Stelae and come out with something. Some even gained techniques that later shook the sect.

But most of them died.

Others stagnated.

Potential alone meant nothing unless it survived long enough to become reality.

The ancient presence understood this better than anyone.

"Let them think it is nothing special," he said quietly. "If the boy truly deserves attention, he will earn it himself."

His form continued to fade, edges blurring as if reality itself was slowly erasing him.

"I'll be looking forward to your accomplishments," he added, his voice now faint but filled with anticipation, "with great interest."

Then, at last, the Founding Will vanished entirely.

The runes that had filled the hall disappeared one by one, sinking back into the Stelae as if they had never existed. The oppressive pressure lifted, the ancient weight that had pressed upon the soul evaporating without a trace. The Inheritance Stelae itself dimmed, its surface returning to its usual slow, inscrutable flow of Blood Script.

SHUA

Before the Array Spirit shut itself down, it released one final surge of power that entered Han Yu.

"Optimum repair and recovery protocol initiated," it announced. "Preparing host for future comprehension."

"Estimated time required… seventy-two hours."

With that, it too fell silent.

The hall returned to stillness.

No thunder shook the heavens. No elders came rushing. The Jiangshi outside continued their tireless vigil, unmoving and unaware. To the rest of the sect, nothing at all had happened.

And at the center of it all, Han Yu sat cross-legged before the Stelae, utterly unconscious.

Time passed.

One day.

Two.

Three.

The repair and reinforcement worked relentlessly within him. His body absorbed the residual energy that lingered in the hall. His soul sea stabilized, waves calming after the violent upheaval.

His meridians were quietly strengthened, tiny fractures repaired, blockages smoothed away. Even his Core was refined further, compressed again and again until not a trace of impurity remained.

By the fifth day, the transformation was complete.

Han Yu's eyelids trembled. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

A faint breath escaped his lips.

"Mmmm...."

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

For a moment, he simply stared at the ceiling of the hall, disoriented. The stone roof looked the same as before, ancient and unadorned, lit by the faint glow of dormant blood flames. There was no lingering pressure, no overwhelming aura.

If not for the memory of sitting before the Stelae, one might think nothing had happened at all.

Han Yu inhaled deeply and pushed himself to his feet.

His body felt… light.

Too light.

"Huh?"

There was no stiffness from sitting motionless for days. No soreness, no dull ache in his joints. Instead, a subtle strength pulsed beneath his skin, restrained but undeniable.

Frowning, Han Yu instinctively checked his cultivation.

The moment his spirit sense dipped into his Dantian, his breath hitched.

His core was different.

Where it had once been solid and dense, it was now flawless. A perfectly condensed core, deep crimson in color, glowing faintly like a polished ruby. Not a single crack or flaw marred its surface. Not a single fluctuation disturbed its stability.

Han Yu froze.

"…Peak stage," he muttered slowly.

Then his composure shattered.

"PEAK STAGE OF THE CORE CONDENSATION REALM!? WHAT THE FUCK!?"

His voice echoed through the empty hall.

He stared inward again, half-expecting it to be an illusion. But the truth did not change. He had been at the late stage before entering the Stelae. Advancing further should have taken months if not a year, countless pills, and dangerous breakthroughs.

And yet he had crossed the final boundary effortlessly.

Not just advanced.

He had reached the absolute limit.

The kind of limit where the next step would be Nascent Soul.

Han Yu swallowed hard.

If he wanted to, he could attempt the breakthrough right now. He could feel it. The pressure, the fullness, the sense that his core had nowhere left to grow. With sufficient preparation, he could even trigger a Heavenly Tribulation.

The thought alone made his scalp prickle.

"No," he muttered. "Not here. Not now. I'm not insane."

Forcing himself to calm down, Han Yu straightened his robes and took a steady breath.

Then another thought struck him.

"The inheritance!"

Had he succeeded?

The question barely finished forming before his mind trembled.

Information flooded in.

Not violently. Not chaotically.

It arrived calmly, settling into place as if it had always been there.

Han Yu's eyes widened.

"The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art…"

The name alone sent a shiver through him.

He focused, and a complete cultivation manual unfolded in his mind. Every stage, every principle, every warning. The terrifying cold. The abyssal stillness. The way Darkness was used not as an element, but as a vessel to anchor the Abyss-like chill.

It was all there.

Perfect.

Complete.

Han Yu's lips parted, then curled upward.

A laugh escaped him.

Then another.

Before he knew it, he was laughing openly, the sound echoing through the ancient hall.