Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 109: Attempted Mugging

Han Yu strutted through the sect marketplace like a man who had never known poverty or fear. His robes fluttered dramatically—because he’d dabbed the corners with some wind-dispersing incense he bought from an old granny just to look cool.

The three gold coins in his pouch clinked together like a holy choir singing, "Treat yourself, King."

First stop? Food.

He approached a famous food stall run by a retired cultivator known only as Granny Dumplings. She once cut a spirit boar in half mid-leap and now sold dumplings so good they made grown Foundation Establishment cultivators weep.

She was one of the many cultivators in the sect who didn’t exactly have proper talent for cultivation. She had been an outer court disciple but had never managed to reach the Inner Court due to lacking and eventually retired to work in the Sect’s Market.

"One plate of dumplings with chili lightning sauce," Han Yu declared confidently, slapping down a silver coin like it didn’t hurt his soul a little.

Granny Dumplings raised an eyebrow, nodded once, and delivered. The plate hit the counter. Steam rose like it came from the Heavenly Furnace itself.

Han Yu bit in.

He transcended.

"I think I just achieved Enlightenment," he whispered as a single tear escaped down his cheek.

Moments later, he strolled through the merchant area, buying things he absolutely didn’t need: a jade comb for a nonexistent girlfriend, a scroll titled ’One Thousand and One Ways to bait a cultivator,’ and a custom-made silk head band with embroidered lightning bolts—just one. For the sake of appearances.

Life was good.

Too good.

Which is why, of course, everything went to hell immediately.

As Han Yu turned down a side alley, admiring his new head band and wondering if he could wear it ato flex on some servants, a voice hissed from the shadows.

"Oi. That’s some fancy walking for a servant."

Han Yu turned slowly to see three inner-sect disciples’ personal servants blocking his path.

All three wore matching arrogance, greasy ponytails, and the same sneer that said, "My uncle’s a Head Servant and I’ve never been slapped enough."

"You’re that Han Yu kid, right?" the leader stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Heard you’ve been getting cocky. Skipping chores. Walking around like you’re not rank bottom of the sect."

Han Yu sighed. "Gentlemen, please. I’m having a wonderful day. Don’t ruin it."

"Hand over the coin pouch and we’ll only bruise you a little."

Han Yu smiled.

Then reached into his belt pouch and whispered: "Let’s see what this one does."

He yeeted a Panic Pellet. And then some more.

BOOM

The pill exploded in a burst of golden light and high-pitched violin screeching. A cloud of fog that smelled aggressively of fermented cabbage and broken dreams filled the alley.

"AUGH! MY EYES!"

"IT’S IN MY ROBE!"

"IS THAT—WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE WE’RE UPSIDE DOWN?!"

Indeed, they were. The upside down floating pill had activated next, flinging all three disciples up and sticking them to the awnings on the sides of the alley like confused bats.

Han Yu, now the only grounded person in the alley, casually retrieved his pouch, wiped a tear from his eye, and whispered to no one in particular: "Judgmental geese were overkill, anyway."

Whistling, he exited the alley, leaving behind three floaty idiots flailing in cabbage mist and regret.

Later that night, Han Yu finally returned to his tiny servant quarters—still modest, still creaky, but now with a real mattress, a new robe, and a small bottle labeled "Emergency Goose Deterrent." He didn’t want the geese to come and court him in the future after all.

He collapsed onto his bed with a groan of satisfaction.

Gold? Partially Spent.

Stomach? Full.

Pride? Sky-high.

Enemies? Mildly traumatized.

He held up the remaining Panic Pellets, now sitting in a tiny box beside his bed like deadly little candies.

"I gotta ask her for more of these."

As if summoned, there was a knock on the door.

"Han Yu~" came Li Mei’s too-cheerful voice. "Tomorrow morning, bright and early. I’ve got a fresh batch of mystery pills. You’ll love this one—I think it might give you the ability to speak to frogs."

"...Pass."

"You’re contractually obligated."

"...Frogs, you say?"

"Yes. And possibly cats. Or rocks."

Han Yu stared at the ceiling. "This is my life now."

But in the corner of his room, a tiny glowing rat squeaked encouragingly, and he found himself smiling.

After all...

He was rich, weirdly powerful, and possibly immune to multiple types of poison.

For a bottom-tier sect servant, that was a win.

He thought over all that had happened that day and suddenly realized something.

"Those pills must’ve certainly made me a little dumb. How didn’t I think of this!?" A great idea appeared in Han Yu’s mind. "Can’t I just ask Li Mei to test some cultivation enhancing pills on me?" He realized.

It was possibly one of the best options that Han Yu had at geetting strong here. Such pills would be very expensive to buy even with Han Yu’s high salary. But with Li Mei he could just get them for free... Albeit with some damage.

’But even if I get damaged, I can get more compensation for it.’ Han Yu was betting on the fact that he’ll managed to live through it though.

He was really willing to risk it all to get stronger. After all he never intended to become a mere servant in the sect.

It was now that he thought of another potential benefit.

’I can also learn more about Alchemy from Li Mei. And once I become a full fledged Outer Court Disciple, I can start doing it myself too.’ Han Yu hadn’t forgotten his original dream of becoming an alchemist.

While he had certainly become jaded after seeing just how much danger and expenses alchemy involved, he also knew it was a rather lucrative occupation. Even someone like Li Mei who mostly made defective pills, made enough to sponsor her expensive hobby.

Not to mention it actually brought her a decent amount of respect too. And fear.

’If I really become an alchemist, even Murong Xie and all others whom I offended would have to think twice before they attack me.’ Han Yu thought to himself.