Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 624: Promising Revenge

Han Yu tilted his head slightly after giving his statement.

"Does that not sound like the work of someone who planned such destruction?"

Silence dropped into the room like a stone sinking into deep water. Qing Luan's breath hitched. Her fingers dug into her skirt, veins bulging in her arms.

Fen Dugong and Fen Ziyue stared at Han Yu with wide, shaken eyes. They had suspected foul play, but hearing the truth spoken so bluntly broke something in their hearts too.

Qing Luan's voice trembled as she whispered.

"So it was her… all along."

Han Yu let his voice turn colder.

"She destroyed your mother's reputation. She destroyed your mother's clan. She isolated you, threatened you, and tried to kill you. All so that her own children would inherit everything. She has most likely killed your mother too. Just think about it."

Qing Luan's jaw clenched so hard her teeth creaked.

"She killed Mother," she whispered, her voice cracking. "She killed everyone she did not consider worthy. She took everything from us."

Red anger energy roared out of her, so dense that even Han Yu felt a tingle against his skin. It was the strongest emotional surge he had ever received from someone so young. It flowed into him effortlessly, strengthening his soul core.

Her entire body shook violently.

Then she suddenly fell to her knees.

THUD

Before Fen Dugong or Fen Ziyue could react, she kowtowed. Her forehead struck the floor so hard that blood smeared across the old wooden boards.

"Miss Luan, stop!" Fen Ziyue cried.

Fen Dugong tried to grab her shoulder. "Child, you must not do this to yourself."

Qing Luan shoved their hands away with surprising strength.

"No! I must do this. I must."

THUD THUD THUD

She kowtowed again, and again, each time harder, each time leaving a deeper stain of red on the floorboards.

Finally she spoke, choking on her breath.

"Honored disciple… Ju Fan… please…"

Her voice cracked as desperation poured out of her.

"Please help me. Please help me destroy them. I beg you." She pressed her forehead to the floor again. "If you help me avenge Mother and bring justice to the Fen clan… I will do anything. Anything you ask. If you want the wealth of the Qing clan, I will give it. If you want their cultivation manuals, I will bring them. If you want their entire clan kneeling at your feet, I will make it happen."

Her voice dropped to a raw whisper.

"All I want… is revenge."

A shudder passed through her body.

"All I want is to make them pay."

Han Yu watched the transformation with clinical precision. The traumatized child he had met only days ago was gone. In her place was a fledgling blade sharper than most adults could ever become.

He finally let a slow smile stretch across his lips.

A cold smile. A powerful smile.

A smile without mercy.

Little Fen Mue whimpered in terror and hid his face in his mother's clothes. Even Fen Ziyue paled, goosebumps prickling up her arms. Fen Dugong's expression tightened as he realized just what kind of monster Qing Luan was bowing to.

Yet the old man still lowered his head.

The truth had sunk in. Their enemy was too powerful. Their hope too small. Only a man like Ju Fan, a man from the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, could shake the heavens enough to bring vengeance upon the Qing and Lushan clans.

Fen Dugong pressed his palms to the ground and bowed deeply.

"Esteemed disciple… I am old and weak, but I too beg you. The Fen clan was destroyed unjustly. If there is even a chance of justice… please help us."

Fen Ziyue forced her forehead to the ground as well, though she trembled violently.

"My son is too young to understand. But I cannot let the bloodline of the Fen clan end like this. If you can help Miss Luan take revenge… then our entire family even if tiny will follow your command."

Han Yu breathed in the ocean of Eight Emotions energy filling the room.

Hatred from Qing Luan.Hatred and sorrow from Fen Dugong.Fear and grim determination from Fen Ziyue.A trembling ripple of fear from Fen Mue.

It was intoxicating.

But more importantly, the pieces were now positioned exactly where he needed them to be.

He reached out his hand and placed it gently on Qing Luan's head, right above the fresh wound on her forehead. She stiffened but did not dare move.

Then he spoke in a voice that made the small room feel like a throne hall.

"Raise your head, Qing Luan."

She lifted it slowly, blood dripping down her face, eyes blazing like twin suns of rage.

"You want revenge," Han Yu said. "Then I will give you revenge."

Her breath stilled.

"But you must listen to me. You must obey every instruction. You must become strong enough to take back everything that was stolen from you."

"I will," she whispered. "I swear it."

Han Yu nodded once.

"Then rise," he said, "and walk the path I set for you. I will make the Qing clan kneel. And I will make the Lushan clan burn."

Qing Luan's eyes lit with a terrifying determination.

The furnace of hatred had fully ignited.

And Han Yu had just claimed its flame.

For several long moments, Han Yu simply watched the three Fen clan remnants. He took in the sagging shoulders of Fen Dugong, the exhausted grief in Fen Ziyue's eyes, and the way little Fen Mue clung to her clothes like a frightened cub.

But the one who held his attention most of all was Qing Luan.

Qing Luan's hatred had transformed her expression into something sharp and dangerous. She looked as though she would leap up and kill someone with her bare hands if Han Yu gave the word.

Her small frame trembled with an emotion far too large for her age. The Anger Eight Emotions energy coating her was so thick it felt like Han Yu could reach out and scoop it up with a hand.