Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 600: Worshipful Gazes

Hearing Ju Fan’s words, the guard quickly spoke with stammering urgency.

"We-we have a guest house at the southern corner of the village. It is humble but clean. We will prepare it immediately. If you wish for food, we will bring you the best we have."

A trembling woman added, "We can prepare spirit beast stew, honored one. We caught a Long Horn Doe just in the afternoon."

Another man said, "We can bring fresh water, clean bedding, and warm towels."

A young girl whispered timidly, "Should we burn incense for him?"

Her mother slapped her arm lightly and hissed, "Do not ask foolish things. He is a guest, not an ancestor spirit."

The little girl’s words could even be taken as insulting, wishing for Ju Fan’s death in a way.

Their nervous whispers filled the air, none daring to speak too loudly except the guard.

Han Yu simply gave a slight nod.

"That will be enough. Lead the way."

The guard nodded repeatedly and hurried ahead while the villagers moved aside, heads bowed, not daring to look directly at Han Yu.

As he followed the guard into the village, Han Yu could not help but think:

The outside world truly was different. And the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect was not just feared here. It was worshipped.

In a way he found unsettling.

The walk through the village was almost surreal. Han Yu followed the guard while dozens of villagers lined the dirt paths, their knees buckling the moment his shadow fell over them. Some knelt, others pressed their foreheads to the ground, and a few simply froze where they stood, trembling and bowing over and over as if repetition would keep them safe.

Whispers followed him like a growing tide.Muttered voices.Breathless awe.Fear so thick he could almost taste it.

"Is that really a disciple of the Blood Sect?""His robes... they are genuine.""Do not look directly at him. His eyes will see straight into your soul!""Mother, is he here to punish us?""Hush. Pray that he is only passing through."

Every word reached Han Yu clearly.

Their voices were soft, but his senses were sharp enough to detect even the trembling of their breaths. He kept his expression cold and perfectly impassive, the way Ju Fan would have done. Inside, however, his mind was restless.

He felt it all.

A flood of Eight Emotions Energy seeped into him like drifting mist. It came from every direction and from dozens of villagers at once. Some wisps were faint as dust particles while others were thick enough to feel like gentle taps against his consciousness.

Grey Surprise energy brushed against him again and again, rising and falling in quick flashes as villagers caught glimpses of him from behind cracked doors or windows.

Green Trust energy radiated from those who whispered prayers for his protection, confusing reverence with safety. It clung to him lightly, almost humble in its presence.

But the strongest was the Violet Fear energy. It surged like a river, nearly half of all the wisps gathering around him. It came from every bowed head and every trembling mother shielding her children. It came from the men gripping their farm tools with shaking hands. It came from the very air, heavy with superstition.

Han Yu allowed himself a small internal thought.

’If I just walked through a few dozen villages like this, I would not need to manipulate any pill economy ever again.’

The level of fear the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect inspired was unimaginable from within the sect walls. There, cruelty was normalized and chaos was abundant, but there was no reverence. Only danger and calculation.

Outside, however... People worshipped the sect almost like a religion.

Han Yu wondered if the towns he passed earlier would have reacted the same way if he had stopped instead of running through them.

He doubted the reaction would be as intense, but he was certain that fear would have been present. A Core Condensation cultivator sprinting along the road did not linger long enough for people to notice more than his presence. Most likely, they only caught a glimpse before continuing their day, relieved he was not stopping.

But here in this small village, with no walls, no guards, and barely a handful of Qi Refining cultivators, his appearance was like a mountain falling into a pond. The ripples spread everywhere.

’No wonder so many people wished to join the sect,’ Han Yu thought silently. ’One becomes a tyrant in a single step simply by wearing the robe.’

His attention shifted when the guard suddenly halted and bowed deeply.

"Honored disciple, the village head approaches."

Han Yu looked ahead and saw an old man walking toward him.

Unlike the others, he moved without trembling. His back was straight, his gaze lowered but steady. He wore simple clothes, but his hair was neatly tied and his beard well kept. His cultivation was at the peak of the Qi Refining realm, which explained his firmer posture.

The old man stepped forward and immediately knelt, touching his head firmly to the dirt.

"Greetings, honored disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect. This humble one is the head of this village."

Han Yu gave a silent nod, maintaining Ju Fan’s cold, indifferent aura.

"What is the name of this village?" he asked simply.

The old man bowed again, then spoke with careful respect.

"Our village has no official name. We settled here only ten years ago. We are but a small group of families who migrated from the outer eastern territories."

Han Yu raised a brow inwardly. That explained the lack of formations and the absence of this village on the maps he had seen. They were new, small, and likely lacking the manpower or resources to set up proper defenses.

Ju Fan’s personality would not ask more, so Han Yu kept quiet about his curiosity.

The old village head hurriedly continued.

"We have prepared our humble guest house for your stay. It is the best building we possess. Although it is far beneath your exalted status, we pray you accept it for one night."