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

In the days following Fatty Kui’s loud and dumpling-scented reunion, Han Yu found himself lying atop a sunny hill behind the servant quarters, arms folded behind his head and a sour expression etched on his face.

"Fatty Kui came back... Li Mei found me... even the elders have stopped breathing down my neck," he muttered. "So where in the twelve sacred dumpling heavens is Senior Sister Xu Qing?"

He clicked his tongue and furrowed his brows.

It had been bothering him for a while.

From the very moment he had rejoined the sect, Han Yu had expected—hoped, really—that Xu Qing might show up. Not that he was particularly sentimental or anything. But she had been the first cultivator he had met and also the one who had brought him to the sect in the first place/

While she had beaten him up, threatened to drop him from her flying sword, she was still the reason why he was a cultivator today. Xu Qing had treated him like a human being. She even stood up for him once.

So when he died in that ravine and came back to life, a small part of him wondered if she’d at least ask about him.

But she hadn’t.

Not a word. No visit. No letter. Nothing.

At first, he assumed she was disappointed by his talent. Maybe she didn’t want to associate with someone at the bottom of the cultivation ladder. Blue Grade talent only came after he’d eaten a buffet of mystery herbs, after all.

But now?