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

Han Yu sat up again, this time with a more serious expression settling over his face.

The playful air vanished as he focused, casting his attention inward once more. There was still something he hadn’t tested—something that had been bugging him since the day he awakened it:

Emotion Severing Slash.

His third Soul Skill.

Unlike Soul Needle or the defensive Memory Echo, this one had always remained frustratingly dormant. No matter how many times he tried to activate it in the past, nothing ever happened. He had suspected something was wrong at first—perhaps a flaw in his cultivation method, or a blockage in his meridians.

But after much internal searching (and a bit of frustrated shouting at inanimate objects), he’d realized the truth.

He simply didn’t have enough Soul Qi to power it.

Until now.

Han Yu exhaled slowly and stood up, brushing dirt from his sleeves. His courtyard was quiet, save for the faint chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves. The pond nearby glistened in the sunlight, a few lotus leaves floating serenely across its surface.

And a single fat frog sat perched at the edge of the water, blinking at him with the kind of indifferent gaze only frogs seemed capable of.

"Perfect," Han Yu murmured.