Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 693: Han Yu’s Thoughts

Even many experienced alchemists of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood sect would have failed in making the Soul Blood Mending Cursed Pill, because the most critical problem in the process was something no one could see, sense, or understand without a strong soul cultivation foundation. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The interference of excess Soul Qi, the attraction of wandering souls, the clash between different invisible energies, all of it existed beyond the perception of normal cultivators.

Han Yu let out a slow breath.

"It was my soul cultivation that made the difference," he murmured softly to himself.

That alone made him realize just how rare and terrifying true soul cultivators must have been in the past.

He had read countless books in the Blood Sect. Most of them spoke about Qi, blood, elements, bodies, and techniques, but very few mentioned the soul in any real depth. When it was mentioned, it was usually in relation to puppets, formations, curses, or forbidden rituals, not as a true cultivation path.

The only real exception he had ever seen was the Finger Needle Alchemist, but even that man had not been a true soul cultivator. He had merely learned how to manipulate certain aspects of the soul through tools, techniques, and special materials due to an accident which allowed him to see Soul Qi.

It was not the same as cultivating the soul directly like Han Yu did.

Even in the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, there were no true soul cultivators. Some elders could use certain soul based skills, especially those related to puppetry, curses, and complex formations, but that was still not true soul cultivation. It was more like borrowing the power of the soul through techniques, rather than strengthening and evolving the soul itself.

Han Yu wondered about this often.

"Are there any real soul cultivators in this world at all?" he thought.

Or perhaps the Violet Eve World itself was simply a lower tier cultivation world, one that focused mostly on physical and Qi based paths. He had learned in the sect that there were countless other worlds, each with different laws, different cultivation paths, and different histories.

But leaving one’s world was not simple.

To even have the right to leave a world, one had to reach the Immortal realm. That alone showed how high the barrier was. And when one became an Immortal, they would not stay in their original world. They would ascend to the Immortal Realm, a higher plane of existence where countless powerful beings gathered.

Because of that, there were very few records of other worlds. Those that existed were tightly controlled, accessible only to elders and high authority figures. Han Yu, as a mere disciple, had never had the right to read such things.

He leaned back, opening his eyes slightly as he stared at the ceiling.

"If soul cultivation is so rare here," he thought, "then perhaps it is common elsewhere. Or perhaps it is rare everywhere, which is why those who master it become terrifying existences."

The thought made his heart beat a little faster.

If he continued to grow, continued to refine his soul, perhaps one day he would stand on a level where even the great powers of this world would have to look at him with fear.

But those thoughts were for the future.

Right now, he was still far from that.

After resting quietly for several minutes, the door of the hall opened, and one of the clan’s alchemists stepped in hurriedly. He bowed deeply to Han Yu.

"Honored Disciple, the ceremony is about to begin. Young Master Zhuwen asked me to come and inform you immediately."

Han Yu stood up, smoothing his robes.

"I will come," he said calmly.

The alchemist led him through the corridors of the Fatui Clan.

Servants and guards were moving everywhere, their faces tense but filled with anticipation. Decorations had been hung in the main hall, simple but respectful. Incense burned softly, filling the air with a faint, calming fragrance.

When Han Yu entered the main hall, he saw that many members of the clan had already gathered. They stood in orderly lines on both sides, all dressed in their best clothes despite the cold. Their expressions were serious, hopeful, and afraid all at once.

At the very front of the hall stood the Patriarch of the Fatui Clan. He looked even weaker than before, his back bent, his face pale, and his breathing shallow. Yet his eyes were bright, filled with stubborn life and fierce will.

Beside him stood Fatui Zhushen, supporting his father with one arm. And near them stood Fatui Zhuwen, holding the sealed box with both hands, his expression solemn.

When Han Yu stepped forward, the Patriarch and both of his sons straightened as much as they could and bowed deeply.

"Honored Disciple," the Patriarch said, his voice weak but steady, "our Fatui Clan will never forget your kindness. If these pills succeed, then our clan will have a future once more. Even if I must die, I will die without regret, knowing that my bloodline will continue."

Zhushen and Zhuwen also bowed, their eyes red with emotion.

Han Yu looked at them calmly and nodded.

"I only did what I was paid to do," he said honestly. "Whether it succeeds or not will depend on fate, but also on how well you follow the method."

The Patriarch smiled faintly.

"We will follow it exactly as you instruct, even if it costs us everything."

Han Yu looked around at the hall, at the anxious faces of the clan members, at the incense smoke curling through the air, and at the sealed box that held the pills he had refined with his own hands.

He felt a strange sense of detachment.

This was their fate, not his. He was merely a passerby, a tool that had been used to create a chance.

Still, he wanted to see the result.

He stepped forward slightly and spoke in a calm and clear voice.

"I wish to see you take the pills."