Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 793: The Peak Head’s Instructions

The laughter of the Second Kidney Peak Head slowly faded, though the satisfaction on his face remained.

He studied Han Yu for a few moments more, his expression thoughtful now rather than celebratory. The initial excitement had passed, and the mind of the old cultivator had returned to calculation.

"Now that the trial is passed," the Peak Head finally said, "we must think about what comes next."

Han Yu straightened slightly, waiting for the instructions.

The old man paced slowly across the chamber, his hands clasped behind his back.

"First," he said, "you must gain an initial understanding of the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art."

Han Yu nodded. That much was obvious. Possessing the technique meant little if he could not cultivate it. The inheritance from the Stelae had given him knowledge, but not mastery.

"Only after you have grasped its foundation," the Peak Head continued, "can we move on to the next step."

Han Yu raised his head slightly.

"And what would that next step be, Peak Head?"

The old man stopped walking and looked at him.

"We will reveal you."

Han Yu's eyes flickered slightly.

"To the sect," the Peak Head said calmly. "And eventually, to the Patriarch."

Those words carried enormous implications.

The Peak Head continued before Han Yu could speak.

"However," he said, "that cannot happen immediately."

Han Yu listened carefully.

"If we simply announce that a disciple has inherited the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art," the old man explained, "many will question it. Others will envy it. And some will attempt to eliminate the problem before it grows. Even if they can't do that, they will try to limit and stifle you."

He gave Han Yu a knowing look.

"You understand the nature of this sect."

Han Yu inclined his head.

"Yes."

The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect did not nurture talent gently. It devoured weakness and sharpened ambition through conflict. A sudden rise without preparation would only invite disaster.

"That is why," the Peak Head continued, "before we present you openly, you must gain recognition."

"Recognition?" Han Yu asked.

"Yes."

The old man lifted a finger.

"For an ordinary disciple, your achievements would already be impressive. Your pill refinement. Your puppet artisan work."

He waved his hand dismissively.

"But for someone who may one day stand as a Legacy Disciple…"

His gaze sharpened.

"…that is not enough."

Han Yu understood immediately.

Legacy disciples were not simply talented cultivators. They were symbols. Individuals whose strength and achievements inspired fear and admiration within the sect.

Their rise had to be undeniable.

"And how should I gain this recognition?" Han Yu asked.

The Peak Head gave him three fingers.

"There are several paths."

He lowered one finger.

"The first is through a difficult mission. Something that brings glory to the sect."

Han Yu immediately dismissed the idea internally.

Dangerous missions often involved unpredictable variables. They could drag on for months or years, taking him far away from the sect.

More importantly, he had another goal in mind that required careful timing.

The Peak Head seemed to sense his thoughts.

"We will not pursue that option," he said.

Han Yu relaxed slightly.

"Such missions would distract you from cultivating the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art."

The old man lowered a second finger.

"The second path is through combat."

Han Yu's attention sharpened.

"You may challenge someone stronger than yourself and defeat them," the Peak Head continued. "Doing so would allow you to ascend into the ranks of the Inner Court."

That option was far more appealing.

Han Yu had confidence in his combat ability, especially now that his cultivation had reached the peak stage of the Core Condensation Realm. Once he began cultivating the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art, his strength would increase even further.

Not to mention…

A public battle would be the perfect stage to demonstrate the return of the lost technique.

The Peak Head seemed pleased with his reaction.

"You are thinking correctly," the old man said.

But Han Yu's thoughts did not stop there.

Another idea quietly surfaced in his mind.

The Violet Spirit Quartz mine.

The massive mining operation that the sect had recently begun overseeing.

If he could obtain a position there…

Supervisor.

Inspector.

Anything with authority.

It would place him exactly where he needed to be.

Closer to the enslaved cultivators. Closer to the information he desperately needed.

And with the backing of the Second Kidney Peak Head, such a position might not be impossible to obtain.

Han Yu did not speak of it yet.

Mentioning it too soon would be suspicious.

The Peak Head might wonder why an outer disciple suddenly wanted to involve himself in a mining operation, one that wasn't even known to such disciples.

Timing would be everything.

For now, Han Yu decided to focus on cultivation.

"Very well," he said calmly. "I will focus on improving my strength."

The Peak Head nodded approvingly.

"Good."

He turned and gestured for Han Yu to follow.

"Come with me."

They left the chamber and descended deeper into the residence. The corridors of the palace grew colder with each level they passed. Frost clung to the stone walls like creeping vines, and the air itself felt heavy with condensed Ice Qi.

Three floors below the Peak Head's personal quarters, they stopped before a thick door carved from pale blue crystal stone.

The old man opened it.

The moment Han Yu stepped inside...

WHOOSH

A brutal wave of cold struck him.

His breath instantly fogged before his face. A thin layer of frost formed across his robes and exposed skin within seconds.

The temperature here was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could tolerate.

Han Yu reacted instinctively.

He immediately circulated the Blood Flame within his body, activating the Dancing Flame Art. Warm crimson energy flowed through his meridians, pushing back against the invading chill.

The frost on his skin melted slightly.

The Peak Head watched him with mild interest.

"Good reaction."

Han Yu slowly adjusted to the environment, his eyes scanning the chamber. He was quite curious about a specialized cultivation chamber.