Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 803: Initial Mastery!

A smile spread across Han Yu's face.

"I succeeded."

The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art had been successfully cultivated.

The initial stage was complete.

He now possessed Abyssal Frost Qi.

The most dangerous part of the technique had been overcome.

Han Yu almost jumped to his feet in excitement.

But he quickly restrained himself.

A cultivator who celebrated too early often paid a terrible price.

Instead he carefully began inspecting every part of his body.

His spirit sense moved through his meridians.

His organs.

His bones.

His marrow.

His heart.

His brain.

He checked for damage.

Residual frost.

Qi instability.

Anything that might indicate hidden backlash from the terrifying confrontation with the abyss.

One hour passed like this...

Han Yu examined everything with extreme caution. Only after confirming that his body remained stable did he finally relax.

He opened his eyes slowly as the familiar sight of the cultivation chamber returned.

The frost-covered floor, the humming array beneath him, and the thin mist of cold air drifting through the room.

HUUU

Han Yu released a long breath.

White fog escaped his lips.

"I really survived."

The trial of the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art was infamous for a reason. Most cultivators who attempted it died before reaching this stage. Yet he had not only survived, he had succeeded.

Han Yu knew exactly why.

His Fire affinity had been the decisive factor.

Without the living Dao Flame inside him, he would have been consumed by the abyss just like countless cultivators before him.

The flame had intervened at the exact moment when everything seemed lost.

And it had done so with overwhelming power.

Han Yu lowered his gaze briefly in thought.

"Looks like fortune is still on my side."

After a moment, he pushed himself up from the frozen floor.

His legs were stiff from sitting so long, but his body quickly adapted as he stood upright.

Now that the cultivation was complete, another question surfaced in his mind.

He looked around the chamber.

"How long has it been?"

Time had ceased to exist during the trance.

It could have been days.

Or weeks.

Han Yu stepped toward the formation pillar near the wall.

He needed to find out how long he had truly been gone.

Han Yu glanced the formation pillar near the wall of the cultivation chamber and placed his hand upon the engraved surface.

SHUA

A faint glow passed through the runes as the array recognized his Qi signature. The control interface appeared in the form of softly glowing characters floating above the pillar, displaying the operational information of the chamber.

Han Yu's gaze moved to the date indicator.

For a moment he simply stared.

Then he frowned.

"That… can't be right."

He checked again, reading the characters carefully this time.

The formation's records were clear.

More than two months had passed since the day he first entered the cultivation chamber.

Han Yu blinked slowly.

At first he suspected some sort of error. Perhaps the formation had malfunctioned or the timestamp had been misread.

But the more he examined the array's display, the more certain he became.

The formation had no reason to lie.

Arrays within the Second Kidney Peak Head's residence were some of the most carefully maintained structures in the entire sect. Their functions were checked and recalibrated constantly by puppets.

There was simply no chance that the date tracking would be wrong.

Han Yu leaned back slightly and exhaled.

"So it's really been that long."

He had only expected a few weeks at most.

Even considering the difficulty of the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art, he had never imagined that over two full months had slipped past without him realizing it.

Now he finally understood something he had only read about before.

The depth of a true cultivation trance.

When the mind entered that state, awareness detached from the ordinary world. Time became meaningless. Minutes and days blended together until they were indistinguishable.

Han Yu had experienced that firsthand.

The abyss.

The cold.

The battle inside his Dantian.

All of it had consumed his focus so completely that the outside world had simply vanished.

He shook his head lightly.

"Cultivation really is a strange thing."

But the moment he accepted the truth of the situation, something else happened.

His body reacted.

A sudden pang struck his stomach.

GRUMBLE

Then another.

RUMBLE

Hunger.

"Ugh..."

The sensation arrived abruptly, almost violently, as if his body had been patiently waiting for his mind to return before reminding him of its neglected needs.

Han Yu grimaced slightly.

The feeling was not unfamiliar.

He had experienced something similar after leaving the Harrow Mountains in the past. After long periods without food, the body often delayed its signals until the mind relaxed.

Now that he had finished cultivation, those signals returned all at once.

"Well… that didn't take long."

Han Yu did not waste any time.

He quickly walked out of the cultivation chamber and entered the living quarters prepared for him. The warmth of the resting area felt strange after spending so long surrounded by extreme cold.

He moved directly to the service array built into the wall and placed his hand upon the formation plate.

"I need food," he said calmly.

The runes flickered.

Han Yu briefly wondered if the kitchen puppets would need time to prepare anything. It had been two months since he last ate, so he would have been content with something simple.

But not even a full minute passed before he heard movement outside the door.

The entrance opened quietly.

A puppet entered the room carrying a tray.

Then another.

And another.

Han Yu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Apparently the kitchen within the residence always kept prepared dishes ready for immediate service.

Within moments, the table in the living quarters was filled with bowls and plates of steaming food.

The variety surprised him slightly.

There was a large bowl of fragrant spirit rice.

Next to it sat a pot of Black Spirit Pig soup, the rich broth releasing a comforting aroma into the air.

Another bowl contained Blood Scale Carp soup made from fish harvested from the Blood River.

Several plates of stir-fried spirit herbs were arranged neatly alongside smaller dishes containing preserved meats and medicinal vegetables.