Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 701: The Types Of Jiangshi

The skin of the Bronze Skin Jiangshi, obviously had a dull bronze sheen, and their bodies were incredibly resilient. Even Peak Core Condensation realm cultivators had trouble breaking their defenses.

But their speed was still limited.

They moved like heavy armored soldiers.

Powerful, but predictable.

Above them were Silver Skin Jiangshi.

These were rare. Their skin shimmered faintly like polished silver, and their defense was terrifying. Even high grade spirit tools struggled to break them. They were often used as guardians of important areas. But their creation required extremely rare corpses and enormous resources.

Their strength was said to reach the level of Nascent Soul Realm, usually being around first to second stage.

Then there were Gold Skin Jiangshi.

These were legends among puppet masters.

Their bodies were refined to a point where they were almost indestructible. They could face Peak Nascent Soul realm cultivators head on and survive. The Blood Sect rarely made more than one or two every hundred years, and those were treated like national treasures.

But all of these shared one weakness. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

They were slow.

They were heavy.

They were not clever.

They did not plan rituals.

Then there were special variants.

Blood Jiangshi were one of them.

They were refined using massive amounts of fresh blood and special blood formation techniques. Unlike Bronze or Silver Skin Jiangshi, their defense was not their main strength. Their power lay in speed, regeneration, and vitality.

They could drink blood to heal.

They could move extremely fast.

Some records even said that their speed could rival Infant Soul Stage Nascent Soul realm cultivators, even if their overall strength was lower.

But Blood Jiangshi were dangerous even for their creators.

They were unstable.

They required huge amounts of blood daily.

If they were not fed, they would go mad and slaughter everything nearby.

That was why even the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect rarely made them.

Only expert elders and master puppet refiners dared attempt it.

Then there were Frost Jiangshi.

These were refined using extreme cold environments, ice elemental formations, and cold spirit materials. Their bodies radiated cold, freezing everything they touched. They moved slower than Blood Jiangshi but had terrifying cold energy that could invade meridians and freeze blood.

Some could exhale frost breath.

Some could create cold mist that numbed the body.

Then there were Yin Shadow Jiangshi.

These were refined using shadow and yin formations. They could blend into darkness, move through shadows, and strike without warning. Their physical strength was not the highest, but their stealth made them deadly.

Then came Spirit Jiangshi.

These were rare undead that retained fragments of intelligence or memories from their lives. Some could speak. Some could plan. Some could even cultivate further.

These were the most dangerous.

They were often created from powerful cultivators, or from people with strong obsessions. These were what the Blood Sect often made from captured cultivators that were deemed strong enough to be suitable.

And if left alone, some could evolve.

Then there were Blood Spirit Jiangshi.

These were terrifying hybrids of Blood Jiangshi and Spirit Jiangshi. They had speed, regeneration, and intelligence. They could hunt deliberately. They could plan ambushes. They could even pretend to be normal corpses until prey came close.

The sect had records of only a few ever being created, and each time, it had taken immense effort to control them.

And finally, there were natural Jiangshi.

These were not created.

They were born.

They formed when someone with extreme obsession, hatred, or regret died in a special environment. Blood soaked grounds, mass graves, battlefields, cursed lands, or areas saturated with death Qi.

These Jiangshi were unpredictable.

Some were weak.

Some were terrifying.

Some evolved rapidly.

They did not follow standard rules.

And these were just the well known Jiangshi types. There were many others that existed and several other mutants that the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect made.

Han Yu felt a chill.

"If this Evil Mountain Spirit is a naturally formed undead," he thought, "then it might not follow any of the known patterns."

He moved quietly beneath the canopy of frozen trees, his eyes constantly scanning.

He thought again about the ritual site.

Ritual arrangements meant intent.

It meant planning.

It meant intelligence.

That ruled out most basic Jiangshi.

The fang marks and blood draining pointed toward Blood Jiangshi traits.

But mixing both was rare.

"Unless it is something more complex," Han Yu said softly. "Like a Blood Spirit Jiangshi that formed in a cold environment."

Or something worse.

The mountains were full of death.

Hunters died.

Beasts died.

Travelers froze.

Battlefields from old conflicts still existed in forgotten valleys.

If a powerful cultivator had died here with deep obsession, and if blood and cold had mixed around their corpse that was preserved from being frozen, something terrible could have been born.

He did not like where his thoughts were going.

"Even a basic Blood Jiangshi is as strong as a Peak Core Condensation realm cultivator," he reminded himself. "And some are faster than Infant Soul Stage Nascent Soul realm cultivators."

If this thing had intelligence, ritual ability, and wide roaming range, then it might already be beyond what hunters or low level cultivators could handle.

And he had no intention of testing it directly.

He kept moving, slowly and quietly.

Whenever he sensed beasts nearby, he avoided them.

Whenever he felt strange fluctuations, he took long detours.

His goal was not to hunt the Evil Mountain Spirit.

His goal was to survive the mountains and return safely.

But he also knew one thing.

If this thing continued to roam freely, more people would die.

Hunters.

Travelers.

Maybe even towns.

And sooner or later, the sect and other local powers would notice.

When that happened, the Harrow Mountains would become a battlefield.

Han Yu slipped through the frozen forest, silent as falling snow, his mind heavy with dark possibilities.

Somewhere in these mountains, something was hunting.

And unlike beasts, it was not bound by territory.

It was bound by obsession.

And that made it far more dangerous than any monster driven by instinct alone.