Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 750: Considering His Options

Han Yu returned to his cave with a heavy mind.

The door slid shut behind him, formations sealing the space as the familiar yellow glow of the spirit lamps flickered to life. The quiet should have been comforting. Instead, it only made his thoughts louder.

Now that he knew the truth, he could no longer pretend ignorance.

The missing slaves were not an administrative anomaly. They were being funneled into the Violet Spirit Quartz mines. And if the sect needed spirit sense guided labor, then any surviving cultivators captured during the purge would inevitably end up there.

Including people he cared about.

Han Yu sat down slowly, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlaced. His gaze was unfocused, fixed on nothing as his thoughts churned. Meng Jueyan noticed his strange state but kept to herslef while Qing Xuan was just sitting silently like always.

In a twisted way, the situation was both better and worse than Han Yu had feared.

Better, because the mines were not within the sect’s proper territory. They were external operations, far from the Blood Moon River, far from the inner peaks and elders who could crush him with a thought. Distance meant gaps and gaps meant opportunities.

Worse, because those same mines would be guarded heavily.

Not just by the three clans, but by the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect itself.

Han Yu exhaled slowly.

Even if he somehow reached the mines, even if he somehow located the people he wanted to save, extracting them was another matter entirely. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Every slave bore a seal.

Not just a simple control mark, but a multilayered formation array embedded directly into their bodies and souls. Control, suppression, punishment, obedience, and most importantly tracking.

That final function was the real nightmare.

Han Yu had studied slave seals extensively by now. He knew their structure better than most outer disciples. But knowing something existed and being able to dismantle it were two entirely different matters.

Tracking formations were not crude. They were elegant, deeply integrated constructs. Removing them required precision bordering on insanity.

Destroying the entire seal was easy in comparison. A brute force solution could shatter it. But doing so would also cripple or kill the slave. The backlash alone could tear apart their soul.

Modification was the true challenge.

Altering a formation without destabilizing it required mastery over formations, blood arts, and curse control simultaneously. It was a field reserved for masters and grandmasters.

Han Yu clenched his jaw.

He was not there yet.

Not even close.

Even Xuan Qing and Meng Jueyan still bore their seals. The only difference was that their tracking signatures were bound to him instead of the sect. But the mining slaves would be bound directly to the sect’s core arrays.

If he took even one of them without disabling the tracking function, the sect would find them within hours.

And when they did, they would trace the trail back.

Back to him.

Han Yu leaned back against the stone wall and stared up at the ceiling.

"This isn’t something I can rush," he muttered.

That realization steadied him somewhat.

The mining operation would not be brief. Violet Spirit Quartz veins took years, sometimes decades, to fully extract. The clans would not abandon such a resource lightly. The sect certainly would not.

That meant time.

Time to prepare. Time to learn. Time to climb.

And there was another grim advantage.

The slaves used in mining could not be treated like disposable labor.

They needed their spirit sense.

They needed stable cultivation.

They needed bodies that could withstand long hours of precise work.

Which meant the sect would keep them alive. Fed. Healed, at least minimally.

They would suffer, but they would not be broken completely.

That alone was a fragile thread of hope.

Han Yu’s eyes narrowed.

But to do anything, he needed information.

He needed to see the seals used on mining slaves.

The sect would not reuse generic slave seals for something this sensitive. They would modify them. Reinforce certain functions. Possibly weaken others.

Without examining one firsthand, any plan he made would be built on guesswork.

And that brought him to the unavoidable conclusion.

He needed to get close to the mines.

Not as an intruder or as an enemy, but as part of the operation.

Han Yu sat up straighter.

"There’s no way the sect lets the clans handle this alone," he said quietly.

The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect did not trust anyone fully. Especially not when valuable resources were involved. Violet Spirit Quartz was too important.

There would be sect supervisors. Overseers. Inspectors.

And where there were overseers, there were assignments.

Missions.

Han Yu rose to his feet and left his cave, his steps measured but quick.

If there were missions related to the mining operation, they would be listed at the Mission Hall. Even if they were limited access, even if they were restricted, he needed to check.

The walk through the sect felt different this time.

Every slave he passed. Every group of disciples. Every elder’s aura he sensed from afar.

They were no longer just part of the background.

They were part of the machine.

By the time Han Yu reached the Mission Hall, his expression had settled back into Ju Fan’s familiar mask. Cold. Detached. Uninterested.

Inside, the hall was as busy as ever.

Disciples queued at counters. Clerks processed tokens. Formation screens flickered with endless lists of assignments.

Han Yu went straight to the large mission wall and began scanning.

External missions. Resource transport. Guard duty. Formation maintenance. Clan liaison work.

Nothing.

He shifted sections.

Mining support missions. Material refinement. Beast clearing near resource zones.

Still nothing.

His eyes flicked to the higher tier listings.

Inner disciple assignments. Restricted tasks. Long-term operations.

Again, nothing that mentioned Violet Spirit Quartz directly.

Han Yu’s heart sank slightly, though he had expected this.

Such missions would not be openly advertised.

He forced himself to remain calm and continued browsing, committing every relevant entry to memory. He stayed longer than necessary, making sure no one could accuse him of suspicious behavior.