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

"...Only once. And it was just a test dagger, nothing expensive."

They both laughed, and Han Yu took another look at the glaive in his hands. It wasn’t a top grade spirit weapon, but with its new form and solid design, it felt like a solid foundation. And maybe, one day, he could turn it into something more—something worthy of a hybrid class.

"Thanks," Han Yu said, sincerely this time. "This is more than I expected."

Mu Zhi beamed. "Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"If anyone asks who did it... tell them it was me."

Han Yu grinned. "Sure. I’ll make sure the whole sect knows Mu Zhi’s name. Especially if this glaive survives me punching another salamander’s head off."

Mu Zhi paused. "...Please don’t test it on salamanders."

Having obtained the glaive, Han Yu made his way back to the courtyard to do some personal testing and a bit of rest.

The next morning though, Han Yu made his way to one of the outer sect sparring arenas, feeling the weight of the newly modified glaive on his back. The early morning mist hadn’t yet cleared, and the air was sharp and brisk—perfect for swinging weapons and bruising egos.

A few disciples were already gathered at the training grounds, stretching, meditating, or throwing out half-baked techniques at practice dummies. Most of them gave Han Yu curious glances. He wasn’t exactly famous... but thanks to the recent mission report—plus his past history—he had started gathering whispers.