Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 595: An Old Enemy Of Ju Clan

Han Yu did not speak for several breaths.

He turned away from the entrance, walked to the table, and placed the mission scroll down. For a long moment, he simply stared at the wax seal.

The sect never gave missions quietly. Every assignment carried purpose. Every purpose carried danger.

He inhaled slowly and exhaled, letting Ju Fan’s coldness sink back into place.

He would have to leave the sect.He would have to leave the two women here.He would have to face whatever traps Zhao Liumen had prepared.

And above all, he would have to return alive.

He had no choice.

His companions were still somewhere in this horrific sect.

He could not die until he found them. He could not die until he saved them. He could not die until he escaped and returned to the Great Continent to warn everyone of the threat lurking in this sealed land.

He straightened.

His eyes narrowed with determination.

"Tomorrow," he murmured, "I leave for the Harrow Mountains."

And as he said it, something cold and calculating began forming in his mind.

If Zhao Liumen wanted him gone, then Han Yu needed to prepare as if he were already surrounded by enemies.

The Blood Moon Continent was unforgiving.

But Han Yu would not fall so easily.

Not while he still had people left to save.

Not while he had a purpose stronger than the sect’s cruelty itself.

When the deacon left and the cold weight of the mission scroll settled into Han Yu’s ring, he did not go back to his alchemy station immediately. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground near the storage shelves, his fingers pressed lightly to his temples.

’Zhao Liumen.’

That name was scraping at the back of his mind like rusted metal against stone.

He focused, but nothing solid came. Only a vague feeling that he had encountered the name long before this moment, somewhere in the sect or somewhere in the mountains of documents he had gone through since arriving here.

Han Yu stood up and walked deeper into the cave, toward the corner where Ju Fan had kept several messy chests, scroll tubes, and fragmented records. The original Ju Fan had been disorganized to the point of chaos but at least he maintained his documents. Han Yu had cleaned most of the place but had not thrown anything out.

He got Xuan Qing to light an incense stick to clear the of old paper and started rummaging.

It took nearly an hour.

He found nothing at first. He found Ju Fan’s messy cultivation notes, his sloppy attempts at Blood Qi arts, and dozens of pages where he had written names crossed with insults. Finally Han Yu pulled out a thicker bundle tied with red string.

Inside were political notes. Clan alliances. Rivalries. Petty grudges. Much of it was childish scribbling, but there was a page titled: "Enemies of the Ju Clan."

Three names were written below in crude handwriting.

Qing Clan.Wen Clan.Zhao Clan.

Han Yu’s eyes narrowed.

’So that was it.’

The surname Zhao had triggered his memory because of this. He kept scanning the notes, and a line near the bottom stood out.

"The Zhao clan hates our clan. If they had a chance they would kill all of us. They think we are weak at curses even though they are worse."

Han Yu exhaled silently.

So Zhao Liumen was likely part of that Zhao Clan. But this was only circumstantial. A shared surname did not guarantee anything, even in this sect. Many wandering cultivators had similar surnames.

He needed better confirmation.

And so he left the cave for thirty minutes, heading to the central square of the outer court where disciples often gathered to buy pills. Han Yu had built enough connections by now. Selling Blood Flood Pills gave him respect, fear, or at least attention.

He approached a few disciples who regularly purchased from him. With two pills as payment, he casually dropped the question.

"Zhao Liumen. Who is he?"

The answer came quickly.

The disciples exchanged looks, lowered their voices to whisper, and confirmed everything.

Zhao Liumen was indeed from the Zhao Clan.

Not only that, he was their young master. The most precious heir of a clan with a long legacy of resentment toward the Ju Clan. Even the disciples said that he held enormous influence and was known for using every opportunity to advance the Zhao Clan’s interests in the sect.

Han Yu returned to his cave with a cold glint in his eyes.

So the two men he fought earlier were not just random troublemakers. They were likely Zhao Liumen’s lackeys. Perhaps they had been intentionally provoking Ju Fan, hoping to find an excuse to humiliate him.

Han Yu leaned back against the cave wall and considered everything.

Zhao Liumen had cause.He had the influence.He had the connections.

And now, a reason.

Han Yu looked at the mission scroll again.

Something was clearly planned.

He broke the seal and examined the content. The wording was vague to the point of suspicious.

He was to "assist the Fatui Clan’s alchemy division with required preparations, oversight, and operations."

There was no detail on what pills. No detail on what level of materials. No rank listed. No direct contact. Nothing that explained why someone of his minor status was needed outside the sect.

No escort. No guarantee of safety or even mention of who requested him by name.

Too clean. Too neat. Too much space for danger.

Han Yu felt a cold dread but forced himself to stay calm.

He had survived two years in this hellish sect. He would survive this too.

But he needed preparations.

He needed to protect the two people living in his cave. He needed to reinforce the cave itself. He needed to prepare for ambush. He needed to prepare for anything Zhao Liumen might try.

The next day, Han Yu quietly approached a few neighboring disciples. He chose two who owed him favors and another three who regularly bought pills from him. He explained that he needed to leave on a sect mission and wanted them to watch the cave for intruders.