Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 643: Stabilizing The Fen Clan And Qing Luan’s Surprising Talent

By the end of the week, the town had settled.

The chaos was painted over by the smooth veneer of daily life. To the commoners, it appeared as nothing more than another story of a local clan's downfall due to offending a blood sect disciple. A tale repeated too often across the Blood Moon Continent to shock many for long.

They believed Ju Fan had taken the clan's wealth and left. Why would they suspect anything more?

Merchants whispered that they had merely seized opportunity in the aftermath. Clans claimed they had moved quickly to stabilize the town for the safety of its people and economy. None knew that every ledger and deed now passed through Qing Luan's hands.

And none knew that Han Yu had placed his fingers around the arteries of White Peacock Town's economy.

In the privacy of the estate's newly cleaned study, Han Yu counted his gains.

Wealth. Influence. New footholds in the region.

And most importantly, a knife named Qing Luan whose hatred had sharpened exactly as he wanted.

He leaned back in the chair of the former patriarch, feeling entirely satisfied.

"Not bad," Han Yu said quietly.

He had never expected that a mission he had originally viewed as forced busywork would become so rewarding. His storage was filled with enough spirit stones to rival minor sect elders.

His network of influence had expanded several folds, far beyond what even Ju Fan could have dreamed.

And he had not even started his true mission for the sect.

He had only taken his first steps.

In the courtyard outside, Qing Luan practiced her cultivation with a focus sharper than ever before. Her movements were clean, precise, and filled with a desire for strength that bordered on obsession. Her hatred had crystallized into clarity.

Han Yu watched her through the window.

Everything was falling into place. Exactly as he wanted. And the path ahead was now wide open.

Two weeks passed with the tranquility of a quiet storm, but beneath the surface White Peacock Town had undergone a transformation that no outsider could fathom. The once modest settlement now operated under the invisible hand of a thirteen-year-old girl and the shadowed presence of a young man wearing Ju Fan's identity like a second skin.

During these fourteen days, Han Yu made it a point to observe Qing Luan closely.

He watched her train. He watched her cultivate. He watched her speak with servants and merchants and minor clan heads. He watched her read documents and write proposals. He watched her oversee ledgers, instruct stewards, and mediate disputes.

And every day, without fail, she amazed him.

But the thing that shocked him the most was not her cultivation talent, nor her combat potential, nor her intelligence.

It was her astonishing brilliance in handling accounts.

Han Yu had never expected it. The first time she picked up a stack of ledgers, she stared at the page for ten seconds, then began reciting it word for word.

Not roughly. Not approximately.

Every single digit. Every expense line. Every transaction.

Spot on.

The stewards were stunned. Even the experienced account manager almost dropped the ink brush.

Han Yu stood nearby pretending to read a ledger, but internally his jaw hit the floor.

Qing Luan had an almost photographic memory. But beyond memory, she possessed something even more frightening.

She understood the numbers.

She skimmed the transactions like a seasoned merchant lord. She pointed out errors instantly. She circled discrepancies that even the senior steward had never noticed in his twelve years handling accounts.

She traced money trails that led to small but consistent skimming. She identified losses, calculated profit projections, predicted shortages, and proposed new business directions.

Not after hours of analysis.

Within minutes.

Han Yu watched with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His inner thoughts sounded almost amused.

'Thirteen years old and she is already more talented at business than half the elders in the Qing clan.'

Qing Luan even reorganized the business structure.

She made the merchants who had taken over Birch Leaf assets submit updated ledgers daily. She created a system of rotating audits. She even forced two minor clan heads to rewrite their entire bookkeeping because it was inefficient and sloppy.

The clan heads were embarrassed, even ashamed, but none dared to complain.Not when Han Yu was sitting nearby, idly tapping his finger against a jade cup with that faintly amused, faintly threatening gleam in his eyes.

Under his gaze, Qing Luan's confidence grew rapidly.

She was no longer the trembling girl who had bowed to him in fear. Her posture straightened, her voice grew sharper, her words became precise and commanding. It was as if the moment she realized the world had wronged her, her mind awakened to its full potential.

Even the way she dressed had changed. She wore robes similar in style to a young clan mistress. Simple but elegant, no expensive embroidery, yet the aura she carried made people instinctively lower their heads.

During this time, Han Yu arranged for several business meetings with local merchants so she could practice managing them personally.

He thought she'd need a bit of guidance or a few words, but he never needed to intervene.

The first meeting was a prime example.

Three merchant heads arrived, all experienced middle aged men with thick hands, sharp tongues and years of market cunning behind their eyes. They had expected to negotiate with Han Yu or at least with someone older and seasoned.

When they walked into the room and saw Qing Luan, their expressions flickered between surprise and skepticism.

One of them, a potbellied merchant named Gulo, cleared his throat and said, "Miss Luan, the recent adjustments to the distribution channels will be difficult to implement. The cost of labor will increase significantly with the new routes and… possibly… affect our profit margins. Perhaps we can reexamine the terms."

Qing Luan did not even look up from the ledger. "No."

Her voice was utterly firm and confident.