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

Fatty Kui Number One reached into his robes and pulled out a small pouch. It was tied tightly with a red silk thread and shimmered faintly with spiritual inscriptions.

Inside were several green spirit herbs, two bright yellow pills, and a jade slip containing a basic cultivation technique.

"I know you’re still in the servant quarters and your resources are... well, less than inspiring. So, I thought—why not help my brother catch up?"

Fatty Kui Number Two stared at the pouch like it was a dragon egg. "T-this... these are outer court pills! These herbs too... this spirit grass sells for ten contribution points per stalk!"

Fatty Kui Number One scratched his belly shyly. "Yeah, I begged my elder... said it was for ’alchemical compatibility trials’." He winked. "Turns out lying with a good cause feels kinda righteous."

Fatty Kui Number Two’s hands trembled as he held the pouch. "But... I’m just a servant. I don’t even have a cultivation method yet. And these... these are way too valuable. What if I waste them?"

Han Yu leaned in, his expression unusually solemn. "You won’t. Trust me, I know what it’s like to start from nothing. But you’ve got one thing most people don’t."

Fatty Kui Number Two looked up hopefully. "Talent?"

Han Yu snorted. "No. You’ve got a brother willing to give you his hard-earned resources without hesitation."

Fatty Kui Number One gave a proud nod. "Damn right."

Fatty Kui Number Two looked back at the pouch again. For a moment he hesitated. Then he clutched it to his chest and said in a trembling voice, "Fine! I’ll take it! But I swear I’ll become strong enough to pay it back tenfold! No—twentyfold!"