Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 613: Little Miss Of The Qing Clan

The girl's eyes were wide and glossy with tears that trembled at the corners. Her entire body shook as she stepped onto the blood-soaked earth.

The contrast was striking. A childlike figure surrounded by corpses, gore, and the suffocating killing intent that still seeped from Han Yu.

But despite her fear, she bowed deeply, almost falling over in the process.

Her voice crackled when she spoke.

"Thank you, honored disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect. Thank you for saving us." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Han Yu studied her with spirit sense while maintaining Ju Fan's cold stare. His mind, however, raced quickly.

Early stage Qi Refining realm.

'At this age?'

That was remarkable talent. Even orthodox sects would consider her a treasure. The Qing clan certainly would. Which made her presence here, with no guards, in a lone carriage with a single driver, all the more strange.

'Why would she be here like this?' He wondered.

Han Yu forced himself to remain detached. He responded in Ju Fan's voice, a voice cold enough to frost the air.

"I did what I wanted. Nothing more."

The little girl flinched but quickly gathered her courage again.

"Even so, we owe you our lives. If you had not intervened, something terrible would have happened."

Her voice quivered at the end, betraying the terror she still felt. She tried to steady herself by clasping her hands together tightly.

THUD THUD THUD

The driver hurriedly dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly. His forehead hit the dirt hard enough to leave marks.

"Thank you, honored disciple. Thank you for saving our young miss. This humble one has no words to express the gratitude of the Qing clan."

Han Yu let his gaze drift to the carriage again. Still no clan crest. No banners. No guards. Nothing that matched the behavior of a large clan sending out one of their treasured juniors.

He allowed a moment of silence before speaking.

"Who are you people?"

His tone was flat and sharp. The driver swallowed and answered quickly.

"We are from the Qing clan. And this here is the young miss of the clan."

The little girl gathered herself and made another bow.

"My name is Qing Luan. I greet honored disciple."

Han Yu slowly raised a brow, letting subtle disdain color his expression.

"Qing Luan? A member of the Qing clan, traveling alone like a stray merchant? No guards? No escort?" His voice carried a clear insult. "Your clan has fallen to such a pathetic state that they cannot spare even one guard?"

Qing Luan lowered her head, but she did not argue. Her shoulders tightened, and Han Yu sensed faint wisps of sorrow radiating from her, mixing with the pervasive fear. The driver's sadness mirrored hers, confirming that this situation was not simple.

But neither of them offered a direct explanation.

Instead, Qing Luan stepped forward, her small hands tightening around the hem of her robe as she tried to gather her courage.

"Honored disciple…" she began, forcing steadiness into her trembling voice, "If you would be willing… I wish to invite you to travel with us for a short distance."

Her tone became rushed as she quickly added, "Only if you are willing, of course."

The driver looked startled by her plea but said nothing, simply bowing lower in agreement.

Han Yu stared at her, letting the silence stretch long enough to make both of them more nervous. Inside, though, he was analyzing possibilities.

A talented young member of the Qing clan.

Escorted by only a driver, fleeing somewhere.

A spirit sense blocking formation on the carriage.

Fear and sorrow both radiating from them.

Something had happened to the Qing clan.

Something serious.

This was potentially valuable information.

But Ju Fan would never agree to a polite invitation. Ju Fan would demand, snarl, or coerce. Han Yu shaped his words accordingly.

"And why," he said with clear derision, "would I bother wasting my time with you?"

Qing Luan clenched her fists tightly. Her lips quivered for a moment before she answered.

"Because… because the place we are going may not be safe. We lack strength. If any more bandits appear, or worse, beasts, I fear we will not survive."

Her voice grew softer.

"And you… honored disciple… have already saved our lives once. I know it is presumptuous. But I hope you might… accompany us. Even for a short distance."

The girl's sincerity made her voice shake, but she looked at him directly despite her fear. There was real desperation in her gaze.

The driver chimed in at once, bowing until his forehead touched the dirt again.

"Please, honored disciple. We beg you. Our young miss must reach her destination safely. We will repay you however we can."

Han Yu let a slow smirk spread across his face, playing his role.

"So you want protection." His tone carried amusement and cruelty. "And you think a few words of thanks will convince me? You think I follow orders from a little girl?"

Qing Luan bowed lower, trembling harder.

"No. Never. I simply ask. If you refuse, we will not dare to insist."

Han Yu stared at her silently again.

The fear wafting off her came in waves. Violet energy. Thick and potent. The sorrow was gentler but present. And buried faintly beneath both was something else.

Hope.

Hope that he might help them. Hope that he was not as cruel as he seemed.

Han Yu weighed his options.

Traveling with them could expose him to danger or complications. But traveling with them also meant leverage. Information. And potentially the chance to gain something of value from one of the three clans that had wronged Ju Fan.

He let his eyes drift over Qing Luan again.

'Small. Talented. Vulnerable.'

'Definitely important.'

He pressed the advantage.

"If I travel with you, you will obey every word I say," he declared. "You will not question me. You will not speak unless spoken to. And you will not waste my time." His words were firm and left nothing to the imagination.