Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time

The days following Han Yu’s miraculous return were a whirlwind of attention and scrutiny. Despite his best efforts to appear humble and docile, the moment he set foot in the sect again, whispers spread like wildfire.

"Did you hear? Han Yu, the one who died, is back!"

"He’s different... He doesn’t look the same. Something’s off about him."

Disciples crowded around him, offering awkward greetings, expressions of disbelief, and more than a few lingering stares. Even the older disciples who had known him before seemed unsure how to react.

But Han Yu remained silent, keeping his head low, only offering brief responses. His silence worked in his favor; it made him seem distant and mysterious, fueling the rumors that spread like wildfire.

The Outer Court disciples were particularly wary, especially the ones who had been present when he supposedly died. They saw the change in him—the newfound aura that emanated from his very being. He had been at the tenth stage of Body Tempering, but now he was at the early stage of Qi Refining. No one could explain it, and no one dared ask too many questions.

It was the perfect storm of suspicion and fascination.

But Han Yu’s mind was far from those idle conversations. He had already put his plan into motion. He knew that he couldn’t afford to stay idle for long. His new body, his cultivation, and the techniques he had inherited were only the beginning. If he wanted to rise in the sect once more, he had to tread carefully and move in the shadows.

He spent the next few days in his courtyard, carefully observing his surroundings and thinking through his next moves. The transformation in his body, though miraculous, was just the start of what he needed to do. He had gained a new cultivation base, but he still lacked knowledge—knowledge of the sect’s inner workings, the other powerful cultivators, and the resources he would need to truly rise again.