Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 155: Teasing An Elder And Punishment

The three angry disciples didn’t even get halfway into Han Yu’s courtyard before a firm, sharp voice cut through the air like a sword:

"Enough."

The air froze. The disciples skidded to a halt mid-stride, pale-faced.

Even Han Yu blinked.

An old figure descended from the sky, robes fluttering, a quiet aura of pressure blanketing the area. His presence alone silenced the courtyard.

"Elder Luo." One of the disciples quickly bowed, voice trembling. "We were just—"

"—About to disgrace yourselves by attacking a fellow disciple over a butterfly prank," Elder Luo said flatly. "Leave."

The disciples didn’t hesitate. They bowed so fast their foreheads nearly slammed into the stone floor, then vanished in a blur.

Elder Luo turned his gaze to Han Yu, eyes narrowing.

"You. You’re the one causing commotion all across the sect lately."

Han Yu rose slowly, brushing off imaginary dust from his robes. "Commotion is such a strong word, Elder Luo. I prefer... ’youthful contribution.’"

The elder didn’t blink. "You returned from the dead with a new cultivation base, a new body, and somehow no sense of shame. Interesting."

Han Yu laughed. "Ah, but if shame could be cultivated into strength, I’d be stuck at the first realm forever."

"Then allow me to cultivate your silence."

WHAM!

A wave of spiritual pressure crashed down on Han Yu like a falling mountain.

He staggered backward, knees buckling slightly as sweat beaded his forehead. His newly forged body held up—but barely.

Inside him, the Eight Emotions reacted.

SHUA

A powerful grey wisp of Surprise, laced with dense blue Sadness.

More interestingly... a fine orange thread of Contempt—a rare but potent emotion that was another facet of Anticipation Energy.

Han Yu grinned through clenched teeth. "Elder Luo, are you... disappointed in me?"

Elder Luo raised a brow. "Boy, I was disappointed the moment I heard your name again."

"Ouch," Han Yu said, dramatically clutching his chest. "Words cut deeper than swords."

"If only swords would finish the job," Elder Luo muttered.

That... was almost amusement.

Han Yu’s eyes lit up.

SHUA

A faint golden flicker of Joy!

He tilted his head innocently. "Say, Elder Luo, did anyone ever tell you that when you’re angry, your left eyebrow twitches just slightly? Very dignified."

Elder Luo’s eyebrow twitched.

Bingo.

SHUA

Surprise. Embarrassment. Rage.

"Ten laps around the sect grounds. Now," Elder Luo said sharply.

Han Yu blinked. "That’s it? No whipping? No public shaming?" freewebnσvel.cѳm

"No. I don’t punish rodents. I make them run until they look like humans again."

Han Yu bowed low. "Wise as ever, Elder Luo."

As he turned to leave, the elder called out again.

"One more thing."

Han Yu paused.

"I’ll be watching you."

Han Yu’s grin widened. "Please do. I’m very entertaining."

BOOM

A gust of wind blew him off the steps.

Han Yu rolled three times before landing on his feet with a salute.

"First lap it is!"

Later that night, Han Yu lay face-up on his roof, arms spread, legs twitching from exhaustion.

"Worth it," he panted.

The Soul Qi within him swirled, now visibly thicker. Elder Luo had produced an unexpectedly rich harvest.

"Old men have layers," Han Yu mumbled, chewing a spirit herb like a biscuit.

He glanced at his notes and scribbled in a new line:

"Elders: Dangerous. Spicy. Must be approached with caution—and plausible deniability."

Then, a thought struck him.

"If I can trigger strong emotions in even an outer court elder... what about someone from the inner court?"

His grin returned, wicked and bright.

The stronger the emotions, the stronger the energy.

And the higher the cultivation of the person feeling them...

The better the harvest.

Han Yu stretched, yawned, and then popped the last of Li Mei’s recovery pills into his mouth like it was a sugar candy, his spirit qi stores surging once more. "Delicious. Slightly minty," he muttered.

His soul energy had thickened after his encounter with Elder Luo, and the success gave him a new, slightly dangerous idea.

"I wonder..." he murmured, rubbing his chin. "If elders are that fruitful, how tasty would a top Inner Sect genius be?"

It was a ludicrous idea. Ridiculous, even. But that had never stopped Han Yu before.

The Inner Sect was known for being full of monstrous cultivators. Most Outer Court disciples would rather swallow their swords than cross one. But Han Yu wasn’t most people.

"Time to go spirit-fishing," he declared proudly.

A day later, he stood at the edge of the Inner Sect Training Plaza, eyeing his chosen target with all the subtlety of a raccoon in a jewelry shop.

Jiang Feilong.

Nicknamed Storm Serpent, he was a famous prodigy—Core Condensation realm, dual-element affinity, and most importantly...

Arrogant.

"Perfect," Han Yu whispered. "He looks like a man who starts arguments with mirrors."

Jiang Feilong was sparring with two other Inner Sect disciples, gliding through the air with arcs of wind and crackling lightning at his command. Robes fluttered dramatically even when there was no wind.

"I bet he practices in front of waterfalls just to look cooler."

Han Yu smirked and cracked his knuckles.

"Oi, you!" Han Yu shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. "Your footwork is sloppy!"

The entire plaza paused. A few gasps escaped from the onlookers.

Jiang Feilong turned mid-strike, eyebrow raised so high it nearly merged with his hairline.

What... did you say?"

Han Yu stepped forward, calm and composed.

"I said your footwork looks like a drunk goose tap-dancing on ice."

One of the disciples choked. Another fled.

Jiang Feilong floated down, calm but deadly. "Who. Are. You."

"Han Yu. Outer Court. Formerly dead. Current critic of dance-based martial arts."

A vein bulged on Feilong’s temple. "You dare insult me?"

"Bold of you to assume it’s the first time," Han Yu said with a grin. "You’re not even in rhythm with your lightning strikes. It’s more of a stutter than a storm. Are you cultivating or trying out for a talent show?"

SHUA

Han Yu felt it.

Grey wisps of Surprise.

Red flickers of Rage.