Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 683: Meeting The Patriarch Of The Fatui Clan

Han Yu was guided to a side room and asked to wait.

A servant quickly brought warm tea and placed it on a small table before him.

Han Yu sat down, his posture straight, his eyes calm but sharp. He did not touch the tea at first, instead letting his senses spread quietly through the building.

The clan felt... weak.

Not empty, but tired. There were cultivators here, but most of them were only at the Qi Refining realm. He sensed one stronger presence deeper inside, unstable and faint, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

He already knew who that must be.

After only a minute, the door opened again.

A man in his thirties entered. He was well dressed, wearing proper clan robes with a thick outer coat lined with fur. He walked with confidence, but his eyes carried a hint of worry.

He bowed politely. "Honored guest, I am Fatui Zhushen, third son of the Clan Patriarch."

Han Yu looked at him and spoke clearly. "Ju Fan, Disciple of the Great Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect."

The moment the name of the sect left his lips, Fatui Zhushen’s face changed. He went pale and immediately dropped to his knees.

"This humble one greets honored disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect!"

Han Yu waved his hand lightly. "Get up. Formalities are a waste of time. Take me to your Patriarch."

"Yes, yes, of course!" Zhushen said, standing up quickly and leading the way.

They walked through a few more corridors before entering the main hall of the clan.

The hall was simple.

Too simple for a clan that once held real power.

The pillars were plain wood. The floor was stone without patterns. Even the main seat was just a carved wooden chair, not a throne or platform.

And sitting in that chair was an old man who looked like he had already one foot in the grave.

He was thin, almost fragile, his hair completely white, his skin wrinkled deeply. His back was straight only through effort, and his hands rested on the arms of the chair as if they needed the support.

Yet his eyes were still sharp.

Han Yu felt his Qi fluctuations at once.

Nascent Soul realm.

But damaged.

Cracked.

Unstable.

The Patriarch lifted his head slowly and looked at Han Yu.

"So you have come," he said, his voice thin but steady. "Disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect."

Han Yu cupped his fists slightly. "Ju Fan greets Clan Patriarch Fatui."

"No need for heavy courtesy," the old man said. "Sit."

A chair was placed near him, and Han Yu sat.

For a moment, silence filled the hall.

The Patriarch studied Han Yu carefully, as if trying to measure not only his strength, but his intent.

Then he spoke.

"You have probably already noticed that my condition is not good."

Han Yu did not lie. "Your Qi is unstable, and your Nascent Soul is damaged."

The old man smiled faintly. "Good eyes. Yes. My Nascent Soul is cracked."

Fatui Zhushen clenched his fists slightly but said nothing.

"I forced a breakthrough long ago," the Patriarch continued. "I succeeded, but the price was this. Pills and formations only slow the decay. They cannot heal it."

Han Yu listened without interruption.

"This is why I contacted your sect," the old man said. "Because your sect deals with things others fear. Blood. Souls. Taboo methods."

Han Yu’s gaze remained calm. "You wish to be healed."

"Yes," the Patriarch said softly. "Or if that is impossible, I wish to leave my power in a way that protects my clan."

"You speak of forbidden transfer methods," Han Yu said.

The old man nodded. "I am prepared to pay any price."

"With what?" Han Yu asked.

"With my life if needed. With my clan’s loyalty. With blood, souls, anything I possess."

Zhushen looked shocked. "Father!"

The Patriarch raised a hand. "If I die without preparation, this clan will be torn apart. Better a cruel choice than a foolish one."

Han Yu looked at him carefully. "If you had to choose between your life and your clan, what would you choose?"

The old man closed his eyes for a moment. "My clan."

Han Yu nodded slowly.

"That answer matters," he said. "But understand this. Healing a cracked Nascent Soul requires something of equal value. My sect will not act for free. Even the price you’ve paid is only enough to invite me."

"I understand," the Patriarch said. "Judge me. Decide if I am worth saving."

Han Yu leaned back slightly. "First, I will observe your condition. Then I will report to my sect. They will decide the price, or whether to help at all."

Zhushen looked hopeful. "Then there is a chance."

"There is always a chance," Han Yu replied. "But never a promise."

The Patriarch smiled faintly. "Then my fate is in your hands, Disciple Ju Fan."

And in that quiet, simple hall, beneath the weight of winter and age, a dangerous path began to form.

After a minute of silence though, the Patriarch spoke again. "I haven’t just invited an honored disciple of the blood sect without any preparation. Truthfully, we’ve already found a method as well as the materials needed to heal me."

"What?" Han Yu said, though internally he was a bit pleased. ’At least I won’t have to linger around and go back and forth with the sect about this.’

A moment later, Han Yu asked him, "Why did they need the help of a Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect disciple when their clan also dabbles in alchemy?"

Hearing that the Patriarch sighed.

"While we do have enough alchemists, what we lack is the specific skills of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood sect, or rather... the Moon Blood Qi." The Patriarch stated. "It is needed to make the pill."

"I see..." Han Yu finally understood. "So then... Can I take a look at the Pill recepie as well as the method?" He asked.

The Patriarch nodded and took out an old scroll from his storage pouch. Zhushen took it from the Patriarch and handed it to Han Yu, who opened it and read it properly.