Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 166: High Alarm

Han Yu thought about the crystal and the tablet.

"And so, when the Undying Life Charm activated..." Han Yu finished, his voice hollow. "It brought me back to the mark,"

The Disaster was still growing though.

"And then... all the energy-rich items around me..."

He could picture it now. His body, reconstituting itself from death, sucking in every high-grade treasure like a starving beast at a banquet. Pills, spiritual artifacts, sacred tools—anything within range had been absorbed to fuel the charm’s process.

The Talent Seeking Tablet... gone.

The Appraisal Crystal... eaten.

Enlightenment Pearls, soul stones, cultivation manuals... all converted into the miracle that was his new body and Soul Sea.

It made sense.

It made horrifying, heart-pounding sense.

He didn’t just wake up there randomly.

He devoured half the room.

Han Yu pulled the blanket over his face.

"Why couldn’t I just die like a normal person..."

Meanwhile, Elsewhere in the Sect...

In the depths of the Inner Sanctum, a cold wind howled as Elder Xiang reviewed the broken inventory seals of the vault. He pointed at the scorched remnants of a once-ancient formation stone.

"This wasn’t theft," he said grimly.

"This was... consumption."

Another elder looked at him in confusion. "What?"

"Some kind of devouring... spatial -based, most likely. The energy trail is faint, but I can feel it. Something disturbed the space here."

"Space? Is it just a Sptial Storage tool being used?"

"No it wouldn’t cause such disturbances. This was bigger..."

"Bigger?" This made several elders gasp.

"Could it be... Someone teleported into the vault right under our noses?" A female elder asked.

Elder Rong, who had remained silent all this while, finally muttered, "Do you think this is related to the strange event’s that’s been happening in the Rujin Sea since a few months ago?"

All eyes turned to him.

And Han Yu, blissfully unaware of this dangerous speculation, was already burying his face in a pillow and whispering to himself.

"I just wanted to get stronger, not start a sect-wide panic."

But deep down, he knew something else too.

If they ever found out the truth—about what was absorbed, how it happened, and who the culprit was...

He’d better start cultivating a technique for digging escape tunnels.

Preferably fast.

Han Yu continued to pace around his small courtyard like a restless chicken in the middle of a thunderstorm.

The elders were sniffing around the vault incident like dogs after a bone. And he—he was the juicy, marrow-filled bone.

"Think, Han Yu, think..."

His gaze swept the room nervously, falling on a bundle of cloth tucked in a corner, looking entirely unassuming. freewёbnoνel.com

But he knew better.

The Shadow Melding Robes.

The same artifact he had... accidentally borrowed from the vault.

A high-grade concealment treasure, one that allowed the user to hide in shadows and even slip past mid-tier array formations unnoticed.

"Dammit," Han Yu muttered, carefully pulling them out. "You’re the smoking spirit pipe in this whole thing."

The robes still carried a faint scent of vault incense—likely a spiritual marker that, if detected by the right elder or a formation master, could link him directly to the place.

And that would be game over.

He didn’t even want to imagine the interrogation.

The Decision

Han Yu folded the robes with a reverence he hadn’t even shown his senior aunt back in the outer sect. Then, he triple-wrapped them in a spirit-concealing silk bundle he "borrowed" from Alchemist Deng’s laundry line.

The poor man had been the target of Han Yu’s ’borrowing’ far too often now.

After that, he picked the least-used latrine behind the servant quarters—a place so smelly even rats practiced abstinence there—and used his spirit qi enhanced strength to hollow out a space under one of the floor tiles.

With a deep breath and much disgust, Han Yu buried the robes under it, layered it with a soul-dampening talisman taken from Li Mei, and resealed the floor using some spiritual Qi dulling mud.

"May you never be needed again," he whispered dramatically, wiping a tear from his eye. "But if the day comes... I hope you still don’t smell like fermented shit."

Elsewhere in the Sect

The elders were now fully mobilized.

Elder Rong stood before a detailed inventory tablet, lines of red blinking across the interface.

"The Dantian Blessing Lotus Flower is missing. Along with twenty-three other high-grade treasures, two spirit array flags, one enchanted cauldron, and... the Shadow Melding Robes."

The room went cold.

That last item was particularly dangerous—not just for its power, but for the fact that only someone with high talent could use it without alerting the vault’s arrays.

"A talented Cultivator..." Elder Xiang murmured. "Could it be one of the Infiltrators from the Unorthodox Sect Alliance?"

Elder Rong frowned. "They wouldn’t be able to enter our main vault, let alone bypass the seal."

"Then who?"

No one had the answer.

But the Shadow Melding Robes being gone made things worse.

Back at Han Yu’s courtyard.

Han Yu finished burning his temporary disguise materials—scraps from his "wandering cultivator" costume—and sent the ashes drifting into the sect’s waste-fire array.

"No more antics," he muttered to himself. "At least not for now. Time to be a proper quiet, diligent, extremely unremarkable outer court disciple."

He cleaned his courtyard, pruned his garden, and even helped a junior disciple tie his belt when it got caught in a bamboo fence.

All the while, he kept his Spirit Sense up, listening for keywords like "Shadow," "Treasure Devourer," or—God forbid—his own name.

So far, so good.

The elders were still distracted, the sect hadn’t exploded, and nobody had yet kicked down his door in the middle of the night.

Still...

He kept a go-bag under his bed.

Just in case.

Han Yu had no idea that the repercussions of his rebirth would be far bigger than he would even know. Big enough that the entire sect would change its protocols in managing these things.

After all, the very fact that someone had managed to enter their vault unnoticed for months was unacceptable, not to meniton they had stolen highly valuable items.