Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 592: The First Treatment

Meng Jueyan stood silently, her breath held tight.

Han Yu stepped closer and raised a hand, letting a strand of Soul Qi gather at his fingertip.

He began with the Jianjing point, located at the top of the shoulder just beside the clavicle.

The Soul Pricking Finger entered that point with a light tap.

Meng Jueyan immediately hissed, her knees trembling at the sudden surge of sharp pain.

But this was exactly what Han Yu needed to trigger.

That acupoint was connected to the Yang Linking Vessel, and stimulating it would release trapped stagnation around her shoulder girdle.

Next, he pressed his finger along the Large Intestine meridian, stopping at Quchi on her elbow.A tap.A jolt of pain ran down her arm.Her fingers spasmed involuntarily.

He moved to the Hegu point between her thumb and index finger.Another tap.A pulse of tingling relief mixed with agony spread across her palm.

He pretended to be observing the result.In truth, he was loosening blockages.

"Turn around."

She obeyed, positioning herself so her back faced him.

Han Yu started working down her spine.

He tapped across the Dazhui point, located below the C7 vertebra. It was one of the main hubs of the Governor Vessel. The moment his qi entered it, her back arched as if struck by lightning.

She bit down on her lip. Blood trickled down, but she said nothing.

Then he tapped the Shenzhu and Shendao points, each located along the spine between the thoracic vertebrae.

More spasms.More pain.But also more healing.

Next, he touched Mingmen, the Gate of Life, located at L2.

"AHH."

This point caused her to choke back a cry, her entire abdomen involuntarily tightening. Even Xuan Qing, blank expression unchanged, tilted her head slightly at the sound.

Han Yu moved methodically down her back:

Yaoyangguan at L4.Yaoshu at the sacrum.Huantiao at the hip.Each acupoint dealt with muscular tension, Qi stagnation, and nerve numbness.

He worked on her legs next.

The Zusanli point on the outer calf was so sensitive that the moment he tapped it, Meng Jueyan dropped to one knee, trembling uncontrollably. That point controlled digestive Qi, immunity, and stamina. In her weakened state, it hurt more than it should.

Han Yu steadied her shoulder."Stand," he ordered coldly, though the tone hid his worry.

She forced herself upright.

He continued to Chengshan, in the center of the calf, and Kunlun, near the ankle. Both points sent stabbing pain up her leg, but they also began realigning the flow of damaged meridians.

He moved to her arms again, focusing on the Heart meridian, tapping Shaohai on the inner elbow and Shenmen on her wrist. These caused trembling that traveled up to her collarbone.

He finished by treating the areas around her ribs, using Zhongfu and Yunmen, located near the clavicle and first intercostal space.

Each tap injected thin strands of Soul Qi that slowly dissolved the stagnant injuries beneath.

She was drenched in sweat by the time he finished.

Her entire body trembled with pain. Not the pain of damage, but the pain of unblocking.

She collapsed to her knees again, supporting herself with both hands on the cold stone floor.

Han Yu stepped back, letting the harsh mask of a Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect disciple settle back over his face.

"Clean up," he said simply.

Meng Jueyan pushed herself upright with shaky arms. "Yes… master."

Her voice cracked slightly. Not from fear.From exhaustion.

Han Yu watched silently. He had to stay cold. Had to remain Ju Fan. If he showed compassion, she would begin to question, and that could ruin everything.

When she left to wash herself with the bucket of water in the corner, Han Yu let out a slow, steady breath.

This was only the beginning.

Her meridians would need at least five cycles of treatment.Her muscles would need six months.Her bones might take a year. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

But it was possible.And he would do it.

Quietly.Secretly.Without letting her understand why.

Behind him, Xuan Qing watched with blank, empty eyes.

Meng Jueyan returned, her limbs trembling from the aftereffects. Han Yu told her to rest on one side of the cave, far from where Xuan Qing sat. The two slaves watched each other in uneasy silence.

Han Yu sat down, closing his eyes.

Tomorrow, he would need more herbs.More Qi.More cover stories.

But for now…

He allowed himself a single, quiet thought:

One day, I will free you both.

Without speaking it aloud, he returned to meditation, preparing for the next phase of his plan.

A month quietly rolled by beneath the crimson sky of the Blood Moon Continent.

For Han Yu, the days blurred into a constant cycle of work, study, cultivation, alchemy, puppet practice, and covert treatment of Meng Jueyan. Every morning felt like the previous one, and yet each day brought small but important changes.

Meng Jueyan's body especially showed the results of his effort.

Han Yu performed one cycle of treatment every week. Each session took nearly two hours, and each left her drained, sweating, trembling, and panting on the ground. But every session also brought visible improvement.

Her meridians no longer thrummed with painful stagnation. The swelling and twisted knots within them were nearly gone. Han Yu knew she needed one final cycle of deep meridian treatment to complete that part of her healing. Recovery would then continue naturally.

Her muscles and bones were another matter entirely.

Those would take many months more. The medicines he slipped into her meals every day worked slowly but steadily. He chose gentle herbs, the type that reinforced the body gradually without a noticeable burst of energy.

Pills would have been faster, but most healing pills in the sect used Blood Qi as a catalyst. Anyone without Blood Qi would suffer violent internal reactions or outright explode. So Han Yu relied on controlled meals and continuous, subtle finger techniques.

Meng Jueyan had no idea.

But she understood she was gradually hurting less.

The stiffness in her shoulders that made it difficult to lift objects was easing. The aching in her legs that once made her limp was now only a faint throb. Her breathing no longer wheezed with the pain of cracked ribs, and the heaviness in her abdomen from internal bruising was fading too.