Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 795: A Freezing Chamber
Han Yu's next concern was much closer.
Xuan Qing and Meng Jueyan.
Han Yu was not worried about them.
Before leaving his cave, he had stocked enough food and supplies to last them a long time. Both of them were used to surviving under far worse conditions.
Besides, he had another method of keeping watch.
Chitterfang.
The rat remained at the cave, acting as both guard and messenger. Through their spiritual bond, Han Yu could check on the situation there whenever he wished.
The small beast had proven far more reliable than most humans.
Satisfied with that arrangement, Han Yu moved on to the final task.
He activated the jade slip again and sent a message to Hou Luli.
The message was extremely short.
Two words.
'I succeeded.'
Nothing more.
Han Yu knew that would be enough.
Hou Luli was not foolish. She would understand what it meant the moment she saw it.
Even if rumors had already begun spreading across the Fifth Rib Peak about the Second Kidney Peak Head personally taking Ju Fan away, she would connect the pieces instantly.
Unlike the other disciples, she knew exactly what Han Yu had gone to the Inheritance Stelae to attempt.
And if the Peak Head had personally come to retrieve him…
That meant success.
Not just any success.
Something significant enough to attract the attention of a Peak Head.
Han Yu deliberately kept the message vague. It gave her confirmation without revealing anything specific. His true secrets remained hidden.
With that done, he put the jade slip away.
Now there was nothing left to delay his cultivation.
Han Yu returned to the icy chamber and the cold hit him again the moment he stepped inside.
Hisss~
His breath immediately fogged in front of his face.
Before sitting down, he walked toward the control pillar of the formation array.
The Peak Head had said the chamber was currently set to level one.
Han Yu wanted to understand exactly what that meant.
He placed his hand on the control panel and channeled a small thread of spiritual energy into it.
The runes shifted.
HUMM
The array hummed softly.
"Level two," he murmured.
The effect was immediate.
SHUA
A surge of cold swept through the chamber.
The temperature dropped sharply as the Ice Qi thickened. Frost rapidly formed along the stone floor and walls, spreading like white veins through the room.
Han Yu felt the change instantly.
The cold reminded him strongly of the Harrow Mountains.
Those brutal lands where icy winds could freeze ordinary cultivators solid within minutes.
Han Yu increased the circulation of his Blood Flame as the Crimson warmth spread through his meridians, countering the invading chill.
Then he made another adjustment.
"Level three."
The reaction was violent.
WOOOM
A terrifying wave of cold burst from the array.
Han Yu gasped.
The air itself felt like knives scraping against his lungs. His legs froze instantly to the ground as ice crawled up his boots and onto his robes. Frost formed across his arms and neck within seconds.
His blood seemed to slow under the assault of the freezing energy.
"This…!" Han Yu clenched his teeth.
This was far worse than the Harrow Mountains.
The cold here was not natural.
It was condensed Ice Qi.
Pure, merciless, and heavy enough to crush weaker cultivators.
He immediately understood the Peak Head's warning. Level four would likely freeze him solid within seconds. Even level three was already extremely dangerous.
As such before he froze into a popsicle, Han Yu quickly pushed spiritual energy into the control pillar.
The array's intensity dropped back to level one.
The suffocating cold receded.
He exhaled deeply, a cloud of white fog leaving his mouth.
"Now I see why he warned me," Han Yu muttered.
He rubbed his arms slightly, letting the warmth of his Blood Flame circulate through his body again.
But he did not plan to rely on that warmth forever.
The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art demanded adaptation.
Not resistance.
Han Yu walked back to the center of the chamber and sat down cross-legged on the frozen floor.
He closed his eyes.
For the next hour, he did nothing except breathe and meditate.
Slowly, deliberately, he began reducing the heat of his Blood Flame.
The warmth within his body gradually weakened, cold crept back into his limbs and his skin prickled as frost began forming along his sleeves again.
Han Yu endured it.
This was the first step.
Before cultivating the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art, he needed to adapt to the cold.
Not by fighting it.
But by allowing his body to accept it.
And that process had only just begun.
Han Yu remained seated in the center of the cultivation chamber long after the Peak Head had left.
The room was silent except for the faint humming of the array beneath him and the whispering currents of Ice Qi circulating through the air. Frost crept across the floor in delicate patterns, gathering along the lines of the formation like frozen veins.
He knew this would not be easy.
What he did not know was how long it would take.
The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art did not begin with Qi circulation or spiritual absorption like most cultivation techniques. Instead, its first requirement was far more primitive and brutal.
Adaptation.
Before one could even recite the mnemonic of the technique, the body had to become intimately familiar with cold itself.
Not simply tolerate it... Understand it... Accept it.
The technique described that if someone attempted to circulate its energy prematurely, the result would be catastrophic. The first surge of abyssal frost energy generated by the art was powerful enough to freeze a cultivator from the inside out.
Meridians would shatter.
Blood would solidify.
Organs would become brittle like glass.
The cultivator would not die peacefully. They would crack apart from within. Because of that, the foundation step was simple in concept and terrifying in practice. Endure the cold until the body no longer rejected it.
Only then could the cultivation truly begin.
Han Yu slowly began reducing the circulation of his Blood Flame.
