Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 575: Four Masteries To Learn
Han Yu grimaced.
He knew nearly nothing about curses. In the righteous world he came from, curses were considered an unorthodox field, dangerous and highly taboo. Studying them publicly would get him expelled or worse. Only the most secretive sects or forbidden clans messed with them.
Here it was different.
The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect openly embraced curse mastery. They had an entire mountain dedicated to it called the Curse Peak. And from the stories he had heard, that peak was notorious for being the most deranged out of all the division peaks.
Curse masters were infamous for having dangerous personalities and unstable mentalities. Many disciples avoided even walking near that peak unless absolutely necessary.
Han Yu frowned. "This is gonna be hard."
He had no idea where to even start with curses. He did not know the basic theory, the required materials, or even the nature of curse Qi. All he knew was that curses were essentially a type of Qi skill that interfered with the internal workings of the body, mind, or spirit.
He wrote it down mentally as the second toughest field.
Then came puppets.
Han Yu knew more about puppets. He had never made one himself, but as part of his formation studies he had read several books about puppet theory. Most puppets were essentially tools with carved arrays that allowed the wielder to control them, using either Qi threads or spirit sense.
Humanoid puppets. Beast shaped puppets. Insect swarm puppets. Floating puppets that acted as sentries. Even weapons that could fight autonomously counted as puppets if they were controlled through arrays.
The righteous sects used many kinds of puppets and treated them as normal tools. It was a field that required precision, attention, and patience.
But in the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, puppets were used for something else.
Zombies.
Han Yu recalled the rows of armor clad guards in the Merit Hall. Their rigid movements. Their lack of breathing. The eerie silence they emitted. They were not puppets made of wood or stone. They were corpses refined through a blend of puppet mastery and blood mastery.
Han Yu had already learned that zombification required more than basic puppet knowledge. It required arrays carved into the body, reinforced with curse patterns, animated through Blood Qi, and chained together by a core formation.
It was a fusion of all three fields.
Puppetry here was not a safe or clean discipline. It was a field of death and desecration.
Still, it made more sense to learn puppetry before curses. At least he understood the basics. Formation knowledge would help him make progress faster.
Then there was the final path.
Blood mastery.
Han Yu took a slow breath.
Blood masters were a strange group.
They were both feared and respected in the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect. Many came from outside clans such as the Ju Clan, while others were born within the sect and learned the techniques directly. Most had unique bloodlines that allowed them to manipulate blood essence, vitality, and life force more effectively than normal cultivators.
Han Yu recalled his research on the Ju Clan. They had been a clan of Blood Masters long before their destruction. Ju Fan had inherited a diluted bloodline but even then he should have been able to train in basic blood arts.
Instead, Han Yu had learned from whispers in the sect that Ju Fan was terrible at them.
Almost hilariously bad.
His bloodline was weak but not worthless. Yet his talent in blood mastery had been below average for someone of his lineage. Whenever he attempted to practice blood techniques, he failed. Sometimes disastrously. Rumor said he once blew up an entire training room because he misread a single blood rune.
Han Yu rubbed his forehead.
That explained his cave.
It also explained the blood splatters everywhere, the dried pools of unknown fluids, the broken shelves, and the horrific smell. Ju Fan had been experimenting with bloody arts inside his cave.
’No wonder the place had looked like a crime scene.’
Despite Ju Fan’s failures, blood mastery was not optional for learning the Doll Seal. It was a central component. The seal worked by modifying not only the mind but the pathways of vitality inside the body. Only someone who understood blood Qi, bloodlines, and vitality manipulation could even hope to learn how to affect it.
Han Yu knew he needed to become at least a novice in all three areas.
Curse mastery.Puppetry.Blood mastery.
Only then could he even begin to approach the knowledge needed to free Xuan Qing.
Han Yu opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his cave.
He needed to choose the order.
Formations he already understood. Puppetry would be the natural next step since it shared the most overlap. Blood mastery after that. Finally curse mastery, the most dangerous field, once he was more prepared.
It was a long journey.
A terrifying one.
But he did not hesitate.
He rose to his feet and dusted off his robes.
The first step would be puppetry.
He needed to visit the Puppet Peak.
He needed to get access to the Puppet Hall.
And he needed to do it in a way that did not draw unwanted attention.
Han Yu tightened his grip on his sleeve.
Everything depended on this.
Everything depended on him.
And he would not fail.
Han Yu traveled southward across the sprawling expanse of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, slipping through clusters of buildings, passing multiple bridges that crossed tributaries of the Blood Moon River, and navigating winding stone paths that looped along sheer cliffs.
The Puppet Peak was far from the other major peaks, almost as if it had been intentionally exiled to the outer edge of the sect. Yet that isolation made it no less impressive. If anything, it stood out even more sharply.
The closer Han Yu got to the Puppet Peak, the stranger and more complicated its silhouette became in the distance. It did not look like a normal mountain at all. Its slopes bent in sharp unnatural angles, as if the Ancestor had grabbed the earth and twisted it like clay.
