Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 682: Heading To Riverglade Town

With his supplies secured, Han Yu left the market.

He did not seek out the hunters, nor did he leave word for them. This town was not a place where he should build ties. He was using a false name, a false background, and a carefully crafted mask of identity. Making emotional or social connections under such circumstances was foolish.

He turned his attention back to his true purpose.

The mission.

The Fatui Clan.

Riverglade Town.

He left Frost Plume Town without looking back and moved in the direction the hunters had described. The distance was said to be a full day’s travel for normal people, but Han Yu did not bother with roads when small hills and forests stood in his way. He simply rose into the air, flew over uneven terrain, and descended only when he needed to reorient himself.

In less than six hours, the town came into view.

From above, it truly looked like it had been named by a poet.

A long, winding river curved around the settlement, its edges half frozen and dusted with snow. The forest around it stood quiet and pale, its branches heavy with frost. In warmer seasons, Han Yu could easily imagine the banks filled with flowers and green grass, the river reflecting color instead of dull winter light.

Now, everything was white and gray.

Riverglade Town itself was small, with barely two hundred houses, most of them low and simple. Smoke rose from many chimneys, thin lines of life against the cold sky. Among the small buildings, a few large structures stood out clearly, their size and design separating them from the homes of ordinary townsfolk.

Han Yu descended near the outskirts and walked in openly. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The guards at the entrance gave him only a brief glance. He looked like a traveler, and he had come from the direction of Frost Plume Town, which was common for merchants, hunters, and messengers.

No one bothered to question him.

The town had a single main crossroad. From there, narrow streets spread outward like branches. To the east, where the river bent around the settlement, stood the largest compound in the town.

Han Yu did not need to ask to know what it was.

High walls surrounded it, and the buildings inside were larger and more refined than any others in Riverglade Town. At the gate, a clear clan mark was displayed, simple and bold, as if it did not need decoration to assert authority.

It was a single large character.

"Fatui."

Han Yu slowed his steps slightly as he looked at it, his eyes calm and focused.

"So this is where it begins," he thought, his mind already turning toward the task ahead.

Whatever the Fatui Clan wanted from him, whatever the sect had sent him here to uncover or to do, it would all start behind those gates, beside that half frozen river, in this quiet town that looked far too peaceful for the kind of games cultivators liked to play.

Han Yu arrived before the gates of the Fatui Clan just as the weak winter sun was struggling to rise above the low clouds.

The town itself was still half asleep, with only a few figures moving through the streets, their breaths forming pale mist in the cold air. Snow lay thick on rooftops and along the edges of the road, and even the river nearby moved slowly, its surface broken by sheets of ice.

What surprised Han Yu was the gate.

There were no guards.

No cultivators standing watch. No servants waiting to receive guests. Just a large wooden gate shut tight, its surface worn by time and weather, the clan’s mark carved into it in simple strokes.

Han Yu frowned slightly.

For a clan that still possessed a Nascent Soul realm patriarch, this was strange. Even a weak clan usually placed at least two guards at the gate, if only for show. He wondered whether they were short staffed, careless, or simply unwilling to stand outside in the freezing cold.

After waiting a moment, he stepped forward and knocked.

The sound echoed dully through the courtyard beyond.

No response.

He knocked again, harder this time, then waited.

A full minute passed. Then two. Then five.

Han Yu’s expression grew colder by the second. He was not a man who liked being kept waiting, especially after traveling so far. He raised his hand again, about to knock a third time, when at last he heard hurried footsteps from inside.

The gate creaked open just a little, and a thin face peeked through the gap.

It was a boy, perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a thick coat stuffed with straw and bits of pussy willow fluff for warmth. His cheeks were red from the cold, and his eyes widened the moment he saw Han Yu’s face.

Ju Fan’s expression, sharp and cold, looked harsher than the winter wind itself.

The boy nearly cried out in fright, but Han Yu spoke first.

"I have been invited by the Clan Patriarch."

His voice was calm, but carried an authority that made the boy freeze.

The boy blinked, then seemed to remember something. His face changed from fear to sudden realization.

"Ah! You must be the guest Patriarch spoke of. Please, please come in!" he said quickly, pulling the gate open wider.

Han Yu stepped inside without hesitation.

The boy closed the gate behind him and bowed deeply. "I am sorry for making you wait, honored guest. We were told to expect someone important, but... but it is very cold today, and most people are inside."

Han Yu did not answer, only nodded slightly.

The boy led him through the outer courtyard, which was quiet and almost empty. Snow had piled up in the corners, and only a few servants could be seen sweeping narrow paths through it. The buildings were simple, built more for function than for beauty.

They passed into the inner courtyard, which was cleaner and better maintained, then into the main building.