Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 739: Reporting To The Mission Hall

Han Yu stepped into the Mission Hall, and the familiar chaos greeted him at once.

The interior was vast, supported by thick stone pillars engraved with blood soaked runes that pulsed faintly under the ambient blood Qi.

The noise was constant and layered. Disciples argued with clerks, shouted demands for urgent missions, boasted about completed tasks, or cursed under their breath when rewards were lower than expected. The air smelled of iron, sweat, ink, and faint medicinal residue.

At the far end of the hall, a massive formation wall hovered in midair, its surface filled with shifting mission slips made of condensed light. Names, difficulty grades, and rewards flickered endlessly as missions were taken down and new ones were posted.

Han Yu did not waste time observing. He scanned the counters quickly and chose one that appeared slightly less busy than the rest. Slightly being the key word.

There were still around fifty disciples in line.

Thankfully, fighting was strictly forbidden inside the Mission Hall. Several thick suppression formations were embedded in the floor and walls, and the Jiangshi guards were always watching. Even the most unhinged disciples knew better than to test them. As a result, the line moved efficiently.

Most disciples stepped up, spoke for a few seconds, handed over proof, received tokens or notices, and left. Some lingered longer when disputes arose, but those were rare.

Han Yu stood patiently, arms folded within his robes, his expression neutral and cold. No one tried to cut in front of him. His aura alone discouraged that.

In less than ten minutes, it was his turn.

He stepped forward and placed his disciple token on the counter.

The clerk was a thin faced man with sunken eyes and ink stained fingers. He picked up the token, activated a small formation, and scanned it.

"Ju Fan," the clerk muttered. "Fifth Rib Peak. Long term external mission issued by Sect."

Han Yu remained silent.

The clerk's eyes flickered slightly as he read further. "Duration… slightly exceeded. Objective completed at Riverglade Town. Fatui Clan."

Han Yu handed over the sealed letter.

The clerk accepted it carefully, broke the seal using a controlled pulse of Qi, and skimmed through the contents. His expression shifted subtly from routine boredom to mild surprise, then back to neutrality.

"This requires confirmation by an overseeing elder," the clerk said. "Your mission reward will be issued after verification."

Han Yu nodded. "How long?"

"You will receive a notice on your jade slip once the verification is complete," the clerk replied. "It should not take long."

Han Yu retrieved his token, gave a short nod, and stepped away from the counter.

As he moved aside, he lifted his gaze toward the massive formation wall.

His eyes immediately searched for familiar patterns.

Pill refinement missions.

In particular, Blood Flood Pill requests.

Before he had left the sect, those missions had been everywhere. There were always multiple postings, some urgent, some long term, some offering higher rewards for faster turnaround. The Blood Flood Pill had been in constant demand due to its utility and relatively high use.

But now…

Han Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

There were none.

Not a single Blood Flood Pill mission could be seen on the wall.

At first, he thought it might be coincidence. Perhaps they had just been taken.

But as he scanned further, a strange realization set in.

There were very few pill missions at all.

And those that existed were for less common pills, higher tier formulas, or specialized effects.

Han Yu stepped closer to the formation wall, his eyes narrowing.

This made no sense.

The Blood Flood Pill had always been a staple. Even with reforms, even with stabilized supply, there should still be ongoing demand. Cultivators consumed those pills regularly. Injuries, breakthroughs, blood Qi recovery, all of these required them.

Yet the wall was empty of them.

Han Yu turned and stopped a passing clerk disciple, a young man carrying a stack of jade slips.

"Why are there no Blood Flood Pill missions," Han Yu asked directly.

The clerk paused and looked at him in surprise. "You do not know."

Han Yu shook his head. "I have been on a long mission for over a year."

The clerk nodded in understanding. "That explains it. The Blood Flood Pills have not been in short supply for the past five months."

Han Yu's eyes sharpened. "Explain."

The clerk lowered his voice slightly. "A new group of disciples have been producing them in large quantities. The supply has stabilized, so there is no need for individual mission postings anymore."

Han Yu stared at him for a moment.

"That is impossible," Han Yu said calmly. "Not at that scale."

The clerk hesitated. "If you want more details, you should ask at the Alchemy Peak. That is where the production is being coordinated."

Han Yu slipped a few spirit stones into the man's hand.

The clerk accepted them without comment and quickly moved on.

Han Yu stood still for several breaths, his mind already working through possibilities.

Large scale pill production among disciples was not easy. It required materials, stable recipes, coordination, storage, and distribution. Even more importantly, it required authority.

Disciples did not simply decide to flood the market on their own.

Someone was backing this.

Han Yu turned and left the Mission Hall.

He did not rush, but his steps were purposeful as he made his way toward the Alchemy Peak.

The journey took half an hour, and by the time he arrived, the familiar scent of herbs, smoke, and cauldrons filled the air. The Alchemy Peak was always busy, but now it felt even more active than before.

Large refining halls glowed with internal fire. Disciples moved in organized groups, carrying trays of ingredients and finished pills. Several storage formations hummed steadily, indicating large scale stockpiling.

Han Yu's expression darkened.

This was no small operation.

He began asking around, discreetly at first. Casual questions. Observations. Most disciples gave vague answers, either unwilling to speak or genuinely unaware of the bigger picture.

So Han Yu did what he always did when subtlety failed.

He bribed people.