Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 157: Causing A Ruckus

"I’m on to something here," Han Yu murmured.

He wasn’t just harvesting emotions—he was cultivating a reputationless legacy of mischief.

No one would know it was him. No one could connect the dots. But their hearts, their qi, their very souls... would fuel his rise.

"I’m going to prank my way to the top of the Soul Cultivation world," Han Yu declared boldly to a bewildered bird on his windowsill.

The bird flew away in alarm.

"Smart bird," he nodded.

He quickly returned to his scheming mode and took out the list of disciples before picking his next target. Now that he had gotten a taste of power, he was not gonna stop.

The Twin Leaf Peak Sect had no idea about the kind of chaos Han Yu was going to cause soon.

Han Yu crouched behind a bush near the area where a few Inner Sect Disciples had thier alchemy huts set up. He was chewing on a dried plum and grinning like a fox that had just spotted a henhouse.

Today’s target: Du Lin, an Inner Sect alchemy disciple known for his arrogance, dramatic hair, and signature quote:"I don’t just refine pills. I refine destinies."

"Refine this," Han Yu whispered, holding up a tiny paper sachet with mysterious contents. It was a blend he had "acquired" from one of Alchemist Deng’s failed pill tests—mostly inert... but with one experimental spice that caused minor illusions and uncontrollable giggling.

It was supposed to have been disposed off and incinerated, but no one cared if Han Yu snuck in and stole the contents of a trash can. If anything, it made the work of the servants who were in charge of cleaning easy.

Of course, the one to point out where to find it had been none other than Li Mei. She was the crazed alchemist of the sect and knew of others that had similar ’traits’ like her. So finding alchemist Deng’s trash was very simple.

Han Yu snuck in through the back, gaining access to the hut with one of the tokens that Li Mei had given him before carefully swapped out Du Lin’s prized lotus heart powder with his special blend, and left a perfectly folded note:

"May this help you reach new... heights. —Your Enigmatic Admirer"

Then Han Yu vanished like a ghost into the shadows.

Two hours later...

BOOOOOM!!!

The Alchemy Pavilion rocked with a deafening blast. Colored smoke billowed from every window—bright pink, green, and sparkling blue, swirling into a massive fog cloud that floated over the nearby courtyards.

From afar, Han Yu blinked. "...That wasn’t supposed to explode."

Moments later, screams and laughter echoed through the valley.

"AHHHHH! My cauldron grew wings!"

"I—I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING! HAHAHA!"

"My eyebrows are trying to escape—HELP!"

Even elders who rushed in to contain the situation were hit by the pink smoke. One of them, stern Elder Qin, fell flat on his back, giggling like a drunk goose.

"Heeheehee! I told you the cloud beasts were real! LOOK, IT’S A DUCK!"

Han Yu stared, jaw slack. "What the... I just wanted him to burp glitter or something, not cause an alchemical calamity."

He quickly fled to higher ground as more chaos unfolded.

Disciples danced through the smoke trails. One inner sect instructor was singing a romantic ballad to a tree. The guard captain was chasing his own shadow with a bamboo spoon.

Through it all, Han Yu felt it—thick waves of Yellow Joy, Grey Surprise, and even flecks of Frustration from the few who had stayed unaffected.

The Eight Emotions Energy poured into him like never before.

SHUAAAAAA

He had to sit down and circulate his breathing, his dantian and soul core vibrating from the emotional overload. This was like downing three meals’ worth of Soul Qi at once.

"This... is a jackpot," Han Yu wheezed between laughs. "Absolute chaos. Unfiltered. Potent. And... totally not traceable to me!"

A winded servant staggered by, tears in his eyes, giggling uncontrollably and mumbling, "The duck was my uncle..."

Han Yu nodded solemnly. "Yes. That tracks."

Later that evening, the sect issued a formal notice:

’Emergency Notice: An alchemical mishap has affected over 120 disciples and 4 elders. If you are still laughing uncontrollably, please report to the Meditation Pavilion. Anyone found impersonating a chicken or hugging rocks must seek immediate help.’

Han Yu read it while sipping tea. "Note to self... don’t mix the pink powder with the green one. Unless I want to start a new religion."

He leaned back, satisfied. It was reckless. Risky.

But the emotional harvest?

Unmatched.

And best of all... no one suspected a thing.

Despite the laughter having finally subsided and the courtyard no longer echoing with spontaneous chicken impressions, the aftermath of the Alchemy Pavilion Incident was far from over.

Elder Nie Jing, the same stern-faced, always-frowning man who had overseen Han Yu’s original sect entrance assessment, stood in front of the scorched remnants of the explosion site, arms folded and one eyebrow twitching violently.

A pair of inner sect disciples stood nearby, covered in soot, eyes red from laughing too hard.

"...And you’re telling me," Elder Nie Jing said slowly, "that the cauldron began singing to you?"

"It had... harmony, Elder," one disciple whispered reverently. "Such harmony..."

Elder Nie Jing rubbed his temples, a vein popping on his forehead.

"I am not interested in the musical abilities of cauldrons. I want to know what happened," he snapped. "Where is Du Lin?"

"Uh... he’s currently curled up under a table insisting he is a pill," the other disciple offered helpfully.

Nie Jing let out a long, tired sigh.

From the side, another elder approached. It was Elder Yu Xuan, who had some experience with "spiritual anomalies" and was usually called in to deal with unpredictable mishaps.

"I examined the residue," Yu Xuan said, holding up a small alchemical jade plate with swirling pink dust trapped inside. "It’s an unstable compound—reactive, aromatic, and wildly emotion-inducing. Not something our sect alchemists normally use. Someone tampered with the ingredients."