Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 156: Choosing Better Targets

But that wasn’t the end of harvest.

SHUA

A deep blue pulse of Humiliation mixed with sadness.

Perfect.

"I will end you," Jiang Feilong hissed, lightning flaring around him.

But just as he raised his hand—

"Stop," a cold voice rang out.

An Inner Sect Elder had arrived, her eyes sharp and narrow.

"Feilong, what are you doing?" she snapped.

"This worm insulted me!"

The elder gave Han Yu a once-over. "He’s Outer Court. You’re Inner Sect. Do you want to explain to the Sect Master why you blew up a junior in the middle of a public training session?"

Feilong clenched his jaw.

Han Yu, unfazed, offered a polite bow. "I apologize for my... honesty. It just slips out sometimes. Like air from a punctured spirit gourd."

"Get back to training. Both of you." The elder sighed. "An Han Yu, stop provoking others or you’ll be brought to the discipline hall too.’ she stated.

Han Yu had been lucky these days as the elders had been giving him quite a bit of leeway after his return to the sect. Whether it was due to pity or caution that was yet to be known.

As she turned and vanished, Jiang Feilong leaned in close, face twitching with fury.

"This isn’t over."

Han Yu smiled. "I sincerely hope not."

SHUA

A final grey wisp slipped into him, tinged with dark crimson Vengeance. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Back at his courtyard, Han Yu collapsed onto a bench, laughing to himself.

"He was like a spirit beast in human form," he wheezed. "I think I almost saw lightning come out of his nose."

The Soul Qi within him had surged. This was the most he had harvested from a single person yet.

But it also came with a cost.

Using a soul art even once had nearly drained him.

"I really have to be careful," Han Yu muttered. "If I use any soul arts right now, I might pass out mid-finger point."

Still, the direction was clear now.

Strong emotions + powerful cultivators = delicious soul harvests.

"I need a new plan," Han Yu whispered. "Something bigger. Something bolder."

His eyes gleamed.

"Something stupid." Han Yu said to himself.

He spent quite some time researching on the perfect target, going through a list of vairous disciples that he had with him. His time spent in investigating the sect after his revival was now coming in handy.

it took him quite some time to go through it all and pick the suitable choice. It couldn’t be anyone too big or he could get in trouble. it also couldn’t be anyone minor or he might not get much in exchange for his profit.

Time passed...

That night, Han Yu sat under the moonlight, legs crossed, fingers interlocked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Chaos... beautiful, profitable chaos," he muttered, sketching a rough plan into the dirt with a twig. "I need emotions. Strong ones. From someone high up. And most importantly..."

He smirked, "They must never know it was me."

A secret operation. A prank so devious it would earn emotions in bulk—but anonymously.

"Now, who do I choose..."

He flipped through his mental catalog of Inner Sect elites, finally settling on one.

Zhao Fenglan—a cultivation prodigy known for her flawless appearance, prideful demeanor, and most importantly... her terrifying obsession with hygiene and order.

She was so clean she once called someone "uncultivated" for stepping on a leaf near her courtyard.

Han Yu had seen her laundry in the past too. She was so strict with it that she only had her personal servants clean the laundry, using high grade herbs as cleaning supplies. It was said that a week of her laundry took 20 Low grade spirit stones to clean.

In comparison, an average disciple might not even need 1 low grade spirit stone per month and this was including the payment to the servants.

She was also quite bothersome to other servants as she wouldn’t even permit others to be in the same building as her. Han Yu was lucky that the sock he was asked to steal by the rats wasn’t one of hers or he would be in much worse trouble back then.

As such, Han Yu picked her. In way he was also helping the servants relieve some stress and getting vengeance for them.

"Yes... yes," Han Yu whispered like a villain in a play. "She’ll be perfect."

Three days later...

The Inner Sect buzzed with rumors.

"Did you hear? Someone sabotaged Senior Sister Zhao Fenglan’s courtyard!"

"What?! Sabotaged? How?"

"They... They switched her prized lotus tea leaves with pickle brine leaves from the kitchen garden!"

Han Yu listened from behind a vendor’s stall, enjoying every syllable.

"They say she fainted. Screamed first, then fainted."

"And someone slipped a love letter under her door too. It was signed... Your Devoted Toad Prince."

"No! Not The Toad Prince again!"

Zhao Fenglan had apparently been storming around the sect, demanding to know who dared commit such an unforgivable act. Servants had been interrogated. Disciples had been questioned. Spies had been bribed.

But no one knew.

Not even the moon knew.

Because Han Yu... had worn a wig, two fake teeth, a limp, and used the shadow meld robes. Just the robes alone would have been enough, but he added the other disguises just for extra protection. After all, he didn’t know if the sect had begun to look into the disappearance of the vault materials so far.

Back in his courtyard, Han Yu sat in meditation, grinning widely as the Eight Emotions Energy flowed in.

SHUA

A swirl of Grey (Surprise), a pulse of Purple (Rage), and an unexpected burst of Yellow (Joy) from the crowd’s reactions.

And most satisfyingly—

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Dark Blue—Sadness. From Zhao Fenglan herself.

"She cried over tea. Beautiful," Han Yu whispered. "Truly a woman of culture."

He felt his Soul Qi reservoir ripple and swell. It wasn’t a massive amount—certainly not elder-level—but it was clean, rich, and emotionally diverse.

It also confirmed a key theory: public chaos amplified emotions. Witnesses added fuel. Spectacle made it stronger.