Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 588: Meng Jueyan’s Confusion

Meng Jueyan did not understand it.

She had always viewed Ju Fan as a madman. His old reputation in the sect was not pleasant, and she had even heard of him back in the Slave District. The word about a man who kept on coming month after month, but never buying things had spread among the guards and then to the slaves.

His appearance certainly matched the rumors. But these last two days did not align with anything she had expected.

He worked like an ascetic scholar. He studied like a disciplined elder. He spoke harshly, but never cruelly. He gave orders, but not humiliating ones. His behavior toward slaves was unlike anything she had seen in the sect.

If not for the fact that she was standing inside a cave in the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, she could almost imagine him as a diligent disciple of an orthodox sect who had lost his way.

She watched him as he inscribed runes on a copper plate.

His stare was locked onto the tiny lines he carved, and he inhaled only when he needed to adjust his spirit Qi for the strokes. His hands were steady, his expression composed. If not for the scarlet hue of the robes, he could easily pass for a Formation Peak elder's most diligent student.

He was nothing like the real Ju Fan she remembered hearing about.

She found herself staring longer than she should have.

Han Yu pretended not to notice.

When the second day came to an end, Han Yu realized his supply of alchemy materials would not last much longer. He needed to replenish them, and it was far better to do it sooner rather than at the last minute.

He also needed to buy some puppet materials for his next practice attempt.

His storage pouches had limits, and buying everything at once would exceed them. Meng Jueyan would need to carry some things. That was normal. No one would question it. In fact, it would look suspicious if he bought supplies alone and never took his slave out.

"Gather your bearings," he ordered. "You will come with me. Carry what I give you."

Meng Jueyan hurried to prepare.

They left the cave and began making their way toward the Alchemy Division. The winding path down the Fifth Rib Peak was quiet at this hour. A few disciples walked the same roads, but most kept to themselves. Meng Jueyan stayed half a step behind Han Yu, her pace controlled and silent.

The first half of the walk was uneventful.

But that calm did not last long.

A group of Blood Sect disciples approached from the opposite side of the path. Their robes were messy. Their eyes carried the signature madness of long-term exposure to Slaughtered Moon Qi. They laughed loudly, shoving each other, kicking stones into the bushes, and muttering about fights and women.

One of them spotted Meng Jueyan.

"Oi, look at this one," the disciple snickered.

Another narrowed his eyes. "At first I thought it was a wild boar that escaped from the kitchens."

A third added, "With that face, she might scare off even a Jiangshi. Did you pick her up as punishment, Ju Fan. Or is this your taste now?"

Han Yu kept walking, ignoring them. Disciples jeering at slaves was common. He had no reason to react. As long as they did not target him directly, he had no reason to break character.

But the disciples did not stop.

One elbowed the other and grinned darkly.

"Strange though. I heard Ju Fan has a pleasure slave already. A beautiful one with a Doll Seal. So why bring this pig with you too?"

Han Yu's steps slowed.

Another disciple burst into laughter and spoke even louder.

"Unless he has a thing for ugly women. Maybe his mother looked like this. Maybe his whole family looked like this."

They laughed harder.

"He probably tried the pretty one, but she did not feel familiar to him. This one must feel more like home."

The laughter grew louder, sharper, more mocking.

Meng Jueyan lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. Not from shame, but from fear. She expected Han Yu to get angry at her for being insulted. She expected to be punished later. Slaves always suffered when insults fell upon their masters.

Han Yu stopped walking.

His hand curled quietly into a fist.

His breathing slowed.

A cold wave rippled under his skin, heavy and suffocating.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to look at the group of jeering disciples.

Their laughter continued… right up until they met his eyes.

Han Yu did not say a word.

But the air around him shifted.

It grew colder.

Denser.

Darker.

The disciples faltered, their expressions twisting in surprise.

Han Yu's gaze sharpened just enough to cut.

And in the next moment…

The conflict was about to begin.

Han Yu did not utter a word.

He simply moved.

WHOOSH

One moment he stood still, his expression icy and unreadable. The next, his figure blurred forward like a shadow cutting across sunlight. His foot cracked against the stone path as he launched himself at the two laughing disciples.

Several nearby disciples flinched back from the sudden motion.

Someone whispered in surprise, "He attacked just like that."

Another muttered, "Of course he did. They insulted his clan. No way Ju Fan would let that slide."

Han Yu closed the distance instantly.

The first disciple reacted quickly. His pupils shrank and he lifted his arm to block, Blood Qi flaring around him in a crimson shroud. The two clashed with a heavy smack, arm meeting fist. The disciple let out a grunt as the force traveled up his bones.

Before he could fully stabilize, the second disciple came in from Han Yu's right, leg sweeping toward Han Yu's ribs with the speed of a seasoned fighter. But Han Yu twisted his body sharply, letting the kick pass behind him by a hair's breadth.

Meng Jueyan watched, frozen where she stood.