Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 787: Got What He Wanted

"HAHA! I got it!" Han Yu exclaimed. "I actually got it!"

He clenched his fists, joy surging through him.

"And in one try," he added, disbelief mixing with exhilaration. "I didn't even need a second attempt!"

One hundred thousand merit points saved.

No wasted years.

No desperate gamble repeated over and over.

He had done it.

Or so he thought.

Because as his excitement slowly settled, Han Yu became aware of something else.

The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art was not alone.

It was merely the first door.

Deep within his soul, something vast and heavy rested in silence. A presence that did not intrude, did not announce itself, but existed nonetheless. When he brushed against it with his spirit sense, he felt resistance, layers upon layers of seals and restrictions.

A structure.

An inheritance construct.

Han Yu's smile slowly widened.

"…There's more," he whispered.

Far more.

Unaware of the true scale of what had been placed within him, Han Yu stepped away from the Inheritance Stelae, heart racing with anticipation. He had entered this hall hoping for a single technique and a chance at protection.

What he was leaving with was something that could one day shake the very foundations of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect.

And that, as fate would have it, was only the beginning.

Han Yu stepped out of the Stelae Hall without looking back.

Even though his heart was beating faster than usual, his expression remained calm, almost indifferent. He could feel it, that vague heaviness deep within his soul, the sense that he had obtained far more than a single cultivation art.

But this was not the place to investigate it. Not here, not under the silent gaze of the Inheritance Peak.

CREAK

The massive doors of the hall slid open on their own as he approached, stone grinding softly against stone. Cold air rushed in, carrying with it the familiar scent of blood-tinged Qi that permeated the sect. Han Yu crossed the threshold without hesitation.

Outside, the Jiangshi stood exactly as before.

They were arranged in rigid lines along the path, unmoving, their eyes dull and lifeless. The nearest Steel Skin Jiangshi was less than ten meters away, its aura heavy enough to make most Core Condensation cultivators feel suffocated.

It did not even turn its head.

None of them did.

Han Yu walked past as if he were invisible.

That alone told him everything he needed to know. Those who failed the Stelae were usually expelled, sometimes gently, sometimes violently. Some were dragged out unconscious. Others were forcibly escorted away the moment the Array Spirit deemed the trial complete.

The Jiangshi did not treat them as air.

This silence meant acknowledgment.

Relief washed over him, subtle but real. At least no alarms had been triggered. No elders had arrived. No sudden scrutiny had fallen upon him. Whatever had happened inside the hall had been sealed away just as the ancient presence intended.

He descended the Inheritance Peak at a steady pace, not rushing, not lingering. His senses remained alert, but the path was quiet. No disciples. No elders. Only the Jiangshi, statues of death lining the way.

Once he passed the final boundary and stepped onto the broader sect roads, Han Yu finally allowed himself to breathe more freely.

He paused briefly at a guard post along the way, pretending to glance at the posted duty rotations while his eyes flicked to the date plaque mounted on the wall. It was a simple thing, carved with numbers that updated through a minor formation.

"So five days…" he murmured under his breath.

That was it.

Five days since he had entered the Stelae Hall.

Han Yu felt a wave of satisfaction. He had prepared himself for weeks, even months, arranging supplies, contingencies, and explanations. He had even considered the possibility of being trapped inside for half a year or longer, like some of the stories Hou Luli had told him.

Five days was nothing.

He had lost no momentum. His plans were still intact. Qing Luan would not be worried yet. His routine at the Puppet Peak would barely be disrupted. Even his absence from missions could be easily explained as cultivation seclusion. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Perfect.

An hour later, Han Yu arrived at his cave.

The familiar stone entrance greeted him, etched with simple formations that he had personally reinforced over time. He activated the door and stepped inside, sealing it behind him with practiced ease.

Meng Jueyan immediately looked up.

She was sitting near the side of the cave, a large walnut cradled in one hand, a small stone tool in the other as she carefully cracked its shell. The task was mundane, almost domestic, yet she handled it with focused seriousness.

Chitterfang sat nearby on a low table, his tail wrapped neatly around his body. He was gnawing on a small piece of walnut that Meng Jueyan had been feeding him. His red-tinted whiskers twitching as he chewed.

When Han Yu entered, both noticed at once.

"Master," Meng Jueyan said, standing up instinctively.

Han Yu raised a hand slightly. "I finished earlier than expected," he said calmly. "I'll be cultivating for a while."

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded. "Yes, Master."

Her gaze lingered on him just a bit longer than usual. She could sense the difference, even if she could not articulate it. His presence felt heavier, deeper, as if something within him had settled into a more complete form.

But she did not question him.

Chitterfang squeaked softly in greeting, then went back to his food.

Han Yu moved deeper into the cave.

Xuan Qing was there as well, seated near the alchemy area, methodically polishing his cauldron with a cloth infused with some cleaning water infused with some herbs. He glanced up briefly, his eyes flashing with recognition, then returned to his task without a word.

'Everything was as it should be.'

Han Yu sat down on his bed and closed his eyes.

The first thing he did was inspect his body.