Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 648: News Of Harrow Mountains

The three men stared at the captain.

One asked in a quiet voice, "Captain, what kind of herb has that appearance?"

Han Yu leaned back, eyes half lidded, listening closely.

The scarred captain lowered his tone but it still reached Han Yu clearly.

"It is a Cold Silk Orchid."

All three of the men gasped so loudly that half the tavern turned.

One said in disbelief, "Captain, that is a High Grade herb!"

The captain nodded. "Yes. And if we find it, we will be rich."

Han Yu felt something stir inside him.

A Cold Silk Orchid.A very rare herb.High value.Incredibly hard to find.

High Grade herbs were rare enough that even most sect disciples would never see one in their lifetime unless they were part of Inner or even Core Courts. Such Herbs were used for making pills for Nascent Soul Realm or even Dao Shell realm cultivators.

One of the men gulped. "Captain, that herb only grows in places with terrifying temperatures. If the rumor is true, the place is probably guarded by something far worse than a weaker Core Condensation realm beast."

"We will scout first," the captain said. "No need to rush. If someone else claims it, we kill them and take it."

His men nodded with bloodlust in their eyes.

Han Yu glanced at his bowl of noodles as the server returned with it. Steam rose in soft curls. Pork slices glistened with fat. The broth smelled rich.

He picked up his chopsticks slowly.

But his mind was no longer focused on the food.

A Cold Silk Orchid was extremely rare. And extremely valuable. It was also a herb that appeared only when elemental conditions shifted unnaturally. While it was still early autumn, it was not cold enough for a herb like that to appear.

Which meant…

Something was off inside the Harrow Mountains.

Something big.

Han Yu ate quietly while listening to the scarred men's discussion continue.

They spoke about the location.They spoke about scouts.They spoke about weather conditions changing suddenly.They spoke about strange roaring noises that had been heard at night deep in the mountains.They spoke about a few missing hunters who had not returned this week.

Nothing was confirmed.Nothing was clear.But everything pointed toward one thing.

The Harrow Mountains were not calm at all.

Han Yu finished his noodles, wiped his mouth with a cloth and leaned back in his chair as whispers and rumours swirled in the background.

He had come here prepared for danger.

But now he sensed something far more interesting.

Something potentially profitable.Something potentially deadly.Something that might be connected to why the sect sent him here in the first place.

And as he sipped the last of his warm tea, he found himself smiling faintly.

The Harrow Mountains would not be dull.

Not at all.

Han Yu slowly lifted his teacup and took a long sip as the words Cold Silk Orchid echoed in his mind. The hot liquid slid down his throat, warming him, yet his thoughts were already drifting toward something that radiated cold so intense it could freeze a mountain stream solid.

He remembered clearly where he had first read about the herb.

Back in the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, buried among the mission records, rare herb catalogues, and pill manuals of the older peaks. There was a single page entry in one of the ancient books, written by a cultivator from two thousand years ago who had barely survived touching it.

The Cold Silk Orchid.

Han Yu leaned back in his seat, tapping one finger against the wooden table.The tavern was still noisy around him, but all he heard were the details resurfacing in his memory.

The herb was rare even in the Blood Sect.Rarer than most Nascent Soul treasures.Rare enough that elders fought for it.Rare enough that the sect had several ongoing missions for it that had not been completed for centuries.

Han Yu's lips curved slightly.

The Dancing Flame Art had been a pleasant surprise. But the Cold Silk Orchid was on an entirely different level.

It could make seven types of pills.Some were for defensive cultivation.Some were for strengthening a cultivator's connection to Ice Dao.Some were for refining explosive spiritual fire by balancing it with frost.Some were for prolonging life for those injured by fire deviation.

But one pill stood out from the rest.

The Frost Marrow Ascension Pill.

The pill required the Cold Silk Orchid as its primary ingredient. And it was crucial for one of the sect's most terrifying cultivation arts.

Han Yu let out a slow breath, remembering the name.

The Endless Frost Tomb Art.

The technique practiced by the two Kidney Peak Heads.

While the sect was known for its Blood Flame and violent fire element, it was also known for extreme opposites. Bone Frost. A chilling force that froze not just flesh but marrow, qi and even the mind.

There were elders in the sect known for creating fields of frozen corpses in battle. Beasts became statues of ice, mountains were covered in layers of frost and armies were stopped cold.

The two Kidney Peaks were famous for this.

One Peak Head had reached the Dao Treading Realm long ago, thanks to obtaining a Cold Silk Orchid that allowed him to perfect the final bottleneck of the technique.

The second Peak Head was stuck at the Dao Shell Realm for centuries.

It was well known that he was searching for the herb. Rumors said he would pay any price for it and suggested that several families had vanished mysteriously while searching for it on his behalf.

Han Yu lifted his chopsticks and twirled a noodle, though he was only pretending to eat. His eyes narrowed.

If he managed to obtain the Cold Silk Orchid, he would hold something that could shift the sect's internal power balance.

Something worth tens of millions of spirit stones and who knows how many merit points It was something that elders would kill for and something that could even be used to bargain for the favor or protection of higher ranked elders.