Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time
Chapter 289: New Intel From Meng Jueyan

Chapter 289: New Intel From Meng Jueyan

"Murong Xie," Han Yu muttered during one of his chuckles, "you must be seething."

Each burst was potent, feeding his soul with high-quality Eight Emotions Energy, rich with frustration, humiliation, and impotent rage. It was a gift that kept on giving.

He didn’t need to move a muscle—his enemies were cultivating for him.

By the end of the month, his soul sea had grown more stable. Though his spiritual qi hadn’t yet reached the top of Late Stage of Qi Refining, his soul foundation had become noticeably firmer, subtly sharpening his perception and mental acuity.

He could feel his path to the next stage of cultivation beginning to take shape.

Then, just as he returned from a casual walk near the southern orchard gardens one early morning, his high-grade communication jade slip began to tremble faintly in his robe.

He paused beneath a flowering spirit peach tree and retrieved it.

A strand of golden text rose from the jade surface, curling in the air like smoke before unfolding into recognizable script.

It was from Meng Jueyan.

Han Yu’s eyes flickered with interest as he read.

’Elder Yi,

We’ve made progress.

After careful tracking and some luck, the Intelligence Division recovered information from the package Rong Jun had been carrying. It was hidden inside a compartment within his spatial pouch that had escaped initial detection due to some clever inscription work.

Inside was a sealed letter addressed to an unknown party, likely encoded to avoid easy interpretation. But after three days of effort, our decryption experts managed to reveal the contents.

The letter described the location of a mid-grade spirit stone mine hidden in the deeper regions of the Ending Spine Mountains.

Based on cross-referencing the terrain details and comparing past cartography records, the mine appears to be previously undiscovered by the sect or any other local powers.

From the writing, it seems the Murong Clan discovered the mine and had been attempting to keep it secret from the Twin Leaf Peak Sect and our neighboring forces.

Even more disturbing—

The letter included planned distribution records. Spirit stones from this hidden mine were intended to be quietly redirected toward a handful of key individuals within the Twin Leaf Peak sect, along with contacts from at least two external cultivation clans.

In short, this mine was a covert power operation—one meant to generate off-the-record wealth and influence behind the sect’s back.

While no names were directly listed, initials and coded titles were used. We’re working on identifying them all.

I’ve already passed this intelligence to the Upper Division handlers. Investigations are ongoing. It’s delicate—any wrong move could expose the Intelligence Division’s methods or provoke a power struggle.

I’ll keep you updated as the situation develops.

Also... thank you again.

Without your initial report, none of this would’ve come to light.

—M. J.’

Han Yu lowered the jade slip and leaned against the trunk of the tree, his gaze drifting toward the distant mist-covered peaks of the Inner Court.

A spirit stone mine... hidden in the Ending Spine Mountains.

He hadn’t expected something so large to be buried within this chain of events. Smuggling, corruption, illicit correspondence—he had assumed there were secrets, but this?

’No wonder Murong Xie lost it.’

The implications were massive. A mid-grade spirit stone mine wasn’t just valuable—it was an economic engine. Enough spirit stones to fund a hundred elite disciples for decades to come. Enough to fund private cultivation experiments, hire rogue cultivators, bribe outer powers, or even build a small independent sect over time.

And the Murong Clan had intended to monopolize it behind the sect’s back.

Now that it was in the hands of the Intelligence Division, it was only a matter of time before the truth bubbled to the surface—and heads would roll.

Han Yu allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.

He didn’t need the credit. He didn’t need the recognition.

All he needed was for Murong Xie to continue crumbling.

’Let the waves crash against the shore,’ he thought as he stood and made his way back toward his courtyard. ’I’ll just watch from the cliffs.’

And with each furious ripple, he would continue to grow stronger.

A while later...

In a quiet chamber of the Outer Court, Murong Xie stood before a lacquered table, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His expression was cold, but the tautness in his brow betrayed the roiling frustration within.

The secret letter was gone. The contact in the Ending Spine Mountains had received nothing. Rong Jun was dead, and the Intelligence Division was stirring.

He couldn’t move openly. Not now.

Any personal attempt to retrieve or cover up the secret mine would attract suspicion. He was already under passive scrutiny after Rong Jun’s disappearance. Moving as an Outer Court disciple in such a sensitive moment was a guaranteed way to make things worse.

No—this had to be done quietly.

Fortunately, the Murong Clan had long cultivated pawns in the Outer Court.

"Send out the caravan," he ordered his steward without turning. "Use the old route near the southern foothills of the Ending Spine Mountains. We’ll say it’s delivering spiritual grains and pills to the affiliated clan outposts."

"Yes, Young Master," the steward said, bowing. "Shall I arrange for Twin Leaf Peak disciples to escort it?"

Murong Xie’s lips curled faintly. "Naturally. Make sure the application is official. It’ll seem like a mundane resource protection mission. Use those from our branch."

The steward hesitated only briefly. "The report must still be submitted to the Mission Hall..."

"I know," Murong Xie said, voice cool. "Do it anyway. Let it blend in with the other postings."

The steward bowed again and left.

Alone, Murong Xie allowed his fists to tighten. This was a delicate time. But if he could secure the area again, perhaps even recover any lost materials and neutralize lingering threats, he could regain control of the situation before it spiraled further.

Rong Jun was from a branch clan of the Murong Clan and could be considered his distant cousin. While he had no familial love for him, he still hated those belonging to him getting killed like this.

After all, only he had the right to kill them.