Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time
Chapter 267: Passing A Message

Chapter 267: Passing A Message

Just as Han Yu folded the parchment and prepared to leave, movement at the city gate caught his eye.

A group of robed cultivators walked by, chatting loudly, clearly not worried about being recognized. Their robes bore the distinct white-and-green embroidery of the Twin Leaf Peak Sect.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes and ducked behind a tree, shifting his spiritual presence to the minimum.

He watched the group pass. Then his eyes widened as he recognized one of them.

Rong Jun.

A name that had come up more than once in his past. One of Murong Xie’s lackeys. Inner court disciple. Always sneering. Always smug.

Just like the others.

Han Yu’s eyes narrowed further as something clicked. He flipped open the letter again and scanned the family information.

’Rong... Rong... Ah.’

There it was.

The Rong surname was listed as a branch clan of the Murong Clan.

A smirk crept across Han Yu’s face.

"So you are connected, huh? Looks like there’s hope after all."

He could start small. Tug at the branch to shake the tree.

He watched as the group continued onward, heading deeper into the city. Curious now, he followed them at a distance. They made no effort to hide their intentions—laughing, joking, openly discussing their plans for the day.

Han Yu kept close to the shadows, ducking behind stalls and slipping through side alleys.

Eventually, he caught snippets of their conversation.

"...first thing we do is drink!"

"Damn right! That old fart of an elder actually gave us a good mission for once."

"Yeah, but it’ll take months to finish. Out in some herbs region or whatever."

"Who cares? A few months of camping, then back with a full pouch of spirit stones!"

Han Yu’s smile deepened.

’Perfect.’

A long mission. Lightly monitored. Probably remote. And just enough time for a bit of... adjustment.

He would do to them what Murong Xie did to him.

He waited for them to wander into a tavern—already half drunk from their chatter alone—then slipped away.

Returning to the Jade Plum Inn, he ducked inside and approached the counter again. The same innkeeper greeted him with a casual nod.

Han Yu pulled out a small folded note he had scrawled quickly, including the target’s name, the mission location, and the duration. He put it in the same envelope that Meng Jueyan had used.

"Keep this with the rest," Han Yu said. "Someone will come to collect it later."

The innkeeper glanced at it and shrugged. "Another servant thing?"

"Something like that," Han Yu said with a grin.

"No worries. It’ll be there."

As he turned to leave, Han Yu glanced back once.

One spark was all it took to burn down a forest. If Meng Jueyan got this information back to her sect, she’d earn herself merit points. Han Yu might not be able to reward her direclty, but this should suffice more than enough.

And if Han Yu played his cards right, Rong Jun’s stumble could start the cascade that would shake Murong Xie’s confidence.

Han Yu stepped out into the sun, smile sharp as a blade.

One step at a time.

Knowing exactly what to do next, Han Yu retrieved the slim talisman Meng Jueyan had left for him and pressed a hint of spirit qi into it.

The small paper charm flared with a faint azure light—no louder than a whisper, no brighter than a glowworm. Then it calmed down, its invisible energy shooting off into the sky and disappearing beyond the clouds, invisible to the naked eye.

A subtle ripple echoed outward.

Hundreds of kilometers away, within the cold courtyards of Wujin City, Meng Jueyan sat at her desk in a quiet study hall. Scrolls were spread before her, and a single flickering jade lantern illuminated the paper.

Suddenly, her hand froze mid-brush.

She blinked, and then turned her head slightly, as if feeling a breeze no one else could sense. Her eyes narrowed.

"...Already?"

She placed the brush down and muttered under her breath, "I sent that letter just a week ago... and he’s already responding?"

For a brief moment, she leaned back in her chair, gaze unfocused. Then her lips curved in a slight smile—not quite amused, not quite surprised. With a soft sigh, she reached out to a jade slip nearby and activated it.

A moment later, multiple flickers of light responded from different directions. Silent, professional affirmatives. She gave her orders swiftly.

"Retrieve the message from Dongxuan City. You know the drop point."

With that, the wheels began to turn again.

Back in Dongxuan City, Han Yu sat cross-legged on a cushion in the corner of the Jade Plum Inn’s common room, sipping a lukewarm cup of tea as he stared out the wooden window slats. He was in no hurry to return to the sect.

After all, he still had six months remaining in his year-long "mission leave" from the Twin Leaf Peak Sect. His sudden return might only raise eyebrows if he showed up too early. Better to linger a little longer.

Besides, he was curious.

’How exactly was Meng Jueyan planning to retrieve the letter?’

Would someone bold come striding in and ask for it directly? Or would it be a bit more... subtle?

Han Yu didn’t need to wait long.

Barely three hours later, just as the tea had gone completely cold and the city’s shadow had started stretching longer with the afternoon sun, a man entered the inn.

He wasn’t dressed like a cultivator. Just an ordinary porter—sleeves rolled up, carrying a bundled rope over one shoulder. No spirit tools. No qi waves. Not even the faintest spiritual presence.

The innkeeper, completely casual, handed over the letter without a word.

Han Yu’s eyes narrowed.

The porter took the letter and walked out, whistling tunelessly.

Han Yu rose from his seat and slipped into the street, silently tailing the man with practiced ease. He kept to the side alleys, always staying two corners behind, never close enough to draw notice.

The porter made no strange movements. Just a man doing a delivery.

But then, near the edge of the city market, he casually slipped into a narrow alleyway and came out the other end... without the letter.