Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 728: Han Yu’s Shares Of Profit

Their young miss, usually composed to the point of coldness, wore a brightness on her face that many of them had never seen before. There was an unmistakable spring in her step, a barely restrained eagerness that spoke volumes.

Han Yu noticed it all, saying nothing, but feeling an unexpected warmth settle in his chest.

They entered the main hall together and took their seats opposite one another. Servants moved swiftly and quietly, soon returning with trays bearing high quality spirit tea. The aroma alone was enough to dispel lingering fatigue. Han Yu took a sip and let out a soft breath.

"Good tea," he remarked. "I missed this."

Qing Luan watched him closely, then leaned forward slightly.

"You have been gone a long time," she said. "Tell me what happened."

Han Yu nodded and began recounting his journey.

He spoke of the Harrow Mountains, of the relentless cold and dangerous beasts, of being delayed far longer than expected. He described hardships and close calls, framing them plainly without embellishment.

Certain matters he deliberately omitted. There was no mention of the Fatui Clan, nor of Madam Cold Fang, nor of the true nature of the Evil Mountain Spirit. Those were burdens Qing Luan did not need to carry.

She listened without interrupting, her expression shifting between concern, admiration, and quiet worry as he spoke.

When he finished, she exhaled slowly.

"I knew it must have been dangerous," she said. "But hearing it still makes me uneasy."

Han Yu smiled faintly. "I am here now. That is what matters."

She nodded, then straightened.

"As for me," she said, "things have been going well. My cultivation progressed faster than expected, thanks to the resources we gained with business and the guidance from the techniques you left for me."

She paused briefly, then continued.

"The Fen Clan has also expanded its business. We secured several new routes during the winter, and demand for our goods has risen sharply."

Han Yu raised a brow. "That sounds promising."

"It is," Qing Luan said, her eyes brightening. "In fact, we are preparing for our first major trade with White Cloud City."

Han Yu's gaze sharpened. "White Cloud City?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

She nodded. "That is the caravan outside. I am heading there personally. If this deal succeeds, the Fen Clan will establish a stable trade link with one of the largest commercial hubs in this region."

Han Yu leaned back slightly, thoughtful.

White Cloud City was no ordinary place. It was a massive trade center, bustling with merchants, cultivators, and Clan representatives.

Located roughly three hundred kilometers from the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, it was one of the closest major cities to the sect's territory. Many rare materials, cultivation resources, and specialized goods passed through its markets.

Even the Blood Sect sourced items from there.

Han Yu himself had several secret herb suppliers who operated within its borders.

"That is a big step," he said honestly.

Qing Luan met his gaze steadily. "That is why I am going myself. I want to ensure it goes smoothly."

Han Yu studied her for a moment, then nodded.

"You are ready," he said. "Both as a cultivator and as a leader."

The joy that bloomed from her in response was unmistakable, bright and unguarded.

For a moment, the main hall felt warmer than any hearth, filled with quiet understanding and unspoken trust, as two cultivators sat facing one another, each having grown in their own way during the long winter apart.

Qing Luan hesitated for just a brief moment after finishing her explanation about White Cloud City, as if weighing her words, before finally looking up at Han Yu with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Will you… come with us?" she asked. "At least part of the way."

Han Yu was momentarily taken aback, though not by the request itself. He could already sense what she was hoping for. Still, his expression soon turned serious as he shook his head lightly.

"I have to return to the sect as soon as possible," he said honestly. "I've been away far longer than I should have. If I delay any more, it may cause unnecessary trouble."

Qing Luan's shoulders slumped just a fraction, but before disappointment could fully settle, Han Yu continued.

"That said, I can accompany you most of the way," he added. "White Cloud City is slightly off my route, but not by much. I can ensure the caravan reaches a safe distance before I part ways."

Her eyes immediately lit up.

"That's more than enough," she said quickly, her voice bright. "Having you along even for part of the journey will make everything much easier."

Han Yu could feel a small surge of relief and happiness coming from her, mingled with renewed anticipation. It was clear that she valued his presence far more than she let on verbally.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something important, Qing Luan straightened and turned toward the entrance of the hall.

"Steward," she called.

Fen Dugong, who had been waiting nearby, immediately stepped forward. "Yes, Miss."

"Bring the shares," she said simply.

The steward nodded without question and left at once.

Han Yu raised a brow. "Shares?"

"You'll see," Qing Luan replied with a small, knowing smile.

It took several minutes before the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall again. Fen Dugong returned, but this time he was not alone. Behind him came a group of servants, each carrying heavy wooden chests reinforced with metal bands. Their faces were strained from the weight, and it was obvious these were not empty containers.

One by one, the servants placed the chests in front of Han Yu, forming a neat row on the polished floor. Fen Dugong stepped forward and personally opened the first chest.

Gold gleamed under the hall's light.

It was filled to the brim with neatly stacked gold ingots and coins, arranged with meticulous care. The second chest was opened next, revealing rows of spirit stones sorted into separate compartments.

Even at a glance, Han Yu could tell the quantities were far from trivial.