Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 590: Patient Yet Cruel

Han Yu stepped towards the fallen disciple.

The man begged, eyes overflowing with terror.

"Wait... wait... please wait..."

Han Yu brought his foot down again.

KACHA

Bones crunched under the force of the stomp. The leg twisted unnaturally, mangled beyond recognition. Blood flowed freely.

The path fell silent except for the two screams echoing through the corridor.

Several disciples who had been watching flinched and stepped back. A few who had laughed earlier felt their stomachs churn.

One whispered shakily, "Ju Fan is insane. Completely insane. He doesn't even care for the guards."

Another corrected him, voice trembling, "No. He is terrifyingly calm. That is worse."

Meng Jueyan swallowed hard. She looked at Han Yu's back and realized something very important.

The man she had been assisting peacefully for two days was not gentle.

He was not kind.

He was simply patient.

Provoking him was nothing less than inviting death.

And today, those disciples had touched one boundary Han Yu refused to tolerate. An insult to him. An insult to Ju Fan's clan. And an insult that endangered Meng Jueyan's cover and safety. That was something he would never ignore.

He turned around without looking back at the crippled men behind him.

"Pick up the bags," he said calmly to Meng Jueyan.

His voice was the same as always. Cold. Steady. Emotionless.

But now she understood something she had not understood before. This man was far more dangerous than the sect's lunatics. He knew exactly what he was doing. And he would not hesitate to break anyone who stood in his way.

Han Yu and Meng Jueyan continued toward the Alchemy Division.

The tension from the earlier attack still lingered faintly in the air. Several disciples they passed gave him a wide berth, whispering among themselves, but no one dared to provoke him.

Meng Jueyan walked behind him, clutching the empty bags as best as her damaged body allowed. She knew better than to show weakness in this place.

Just as they reached the entrance plaza to the Alchemy Division, a group of five guards stepped forward and blocked the path. Their armor glinted under the pale glow of the Blood Moon lamps, and each held a spear crossed in front of their bodies.

Their expressions were stern as they stared directly at Han Yu.

One of them stepped forward. He looked slightly older, perhaps late thirties, and his voice carried the cold authority of someone used to being obeyed.

"Ju Fan," he said sharply. "You have broken the order."

Several disciples walking nearby paused and turned their heads, hoping to see more excitement. Han Yu kept his face expressionless. His posture did not change, nor did his breathing quicken.

"I have acted within the confines of sect law," Han Yu replied calmly. "And if you believe otherwise, then state the exact rule I have broken."

The guard's eyes narrowed slightly as if annoyed by Han Yu's lack of fear. But he continued with his accusation.

"You paralyzed two disciples. That level of injury is beyond the acceptable punishment for an insult."

Han Yu lowered his chin a fraction, his gaze sharpening.

"They insulted me and my Ju clan. The sect code clearly states that retaliation is allowed when a disciple or their clan is insulted. Retaliation is also permissible when a disciple attempts to harm one's reputation.

Breaking their legs was already lenient for the words they used," Han Yu said, his tone cold but controlled. "As for the paralysis, that was temporary. I have already withdrawn the skill. They should be fine by now."

A few guards exchanged glances. The leader frowned and gestured toward another man. "Check with the monitoring team. Confirm the state of the two injured disciples."

The guard pulled out his communication jade slip. He infused it with Qi and waited. A soft blue light flickered, then dimmed as he received the message. He looked up.

"They are no longer paralyzed," the guard reported. "Both are conscious and capable of breathing. Their legs are severely injured, but the paralysis has ended."

The leading guard clicked his tongue in irritation.

He clearly wanted to pressure Han Yu more, but now he had no ground to stand on. The sect rules were absolute. Retaliation was permitted, and permanent spiritual crippling was forbidden, but physical maiming was surprisingly acceptable if backed by justification.

Especially when the victim had insulted the disciple's clan.

Plus the sect had more than enough methods to heal damage of that level. A few pills was all it would take to let them heal within a day.

In the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, honor was a currency far more precious than respect.

"Fine," the leader finally said with a clipped tone. "But we will be watching you closely from now on. Do not think you can act recklessly without consequences."

Han Yu met his gaze without the slightest change of expression.

"I have only acted according to the rules of the sect. As long as those rules remain, I have nothing to worry about."

The guards stared for a moment longer, as if weighing whether they could intimidate him further. But Han Yu stood unmoving, as cold and steady as iron. In the end, the leader motioned with his hand.

"Let him pass."

They stepped aside, though they continued to watch Han Yu's back as he walked past them with Meng Jueyan trailing behind. Several disciples around them murmured quietly, surprised Ju Fan had gotten away with such violence so easily. A few even wore expressions of grudging respect.

Others avoided looking at him altogether.

Han Yu had expected this confrontation. He had anticipated the investigation. He had prepared for every angle. He had memorized every clause of the sect law relevant to retaliation and clan honor. Not because he liked overkill, but because in a sect of madmen, the smartest person was always the safest person.

He moved straight toward the marketplace region of the Alchemy Division.

The fragrance of herbs hit him strongly, dozens of medicinal scents mixing in the air. The sound of grinding stones, bubbling cauldrons, and shouting disciples blended into a noisy but familiar atmosphere.