Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 171: A Gift For Fatty Kui Number 2

Fatty Kui Number One reached into his robes and pulled out a small pouch. It was tied tightly with a red silk thread and shimmered faintly with spiritual inscriptions.

Inside were several green spirit herbs, two bright yellow pills, and a jade slip containing a basic cultivation technique.

"I know you’re still in the servant quarters and your resources are... well, less than inspiring. So, I thought—why not help my brother catch up?"

Fatty Kui Number Two stared at the pouch like it was a dragon egg. "T-this... these are outer court pills! These herbs too... this spirit grass sells for ten contribution points per stalk!"

Fatty Kui Number One scratched his belly shyly. "Yeah, I begged my elder... said it was for ’alchemical compatibility trials’." He winked. "Turns out lying with a good cause feels kinda righteous."

Fatty Kui Number Two’s hands trembled as he held the pouch. "But... I’m just a servant. I don’t even have a cultivation method yet. And these... these are way too valuable. What if I waste them?"

Han Yu leaned in, his expression unusually solemn. "You won’t. Trust me, I know what it’s like to start from nothing. But you’ve got one thing most people don’t."

Fatty Kui Number Two looked up hopefully. "Talent?"

Han Yu snorted. "No. You’ve got a brother willing to give you his hard-earned resources without hesitation."

Fatty Kui Number One gave a proud nod. "Damn right."

Fatty Kui Number Two looked back at the pouch again. For a moment he hesitated. Then he clutched it to his chest and said in a trembling voice, "Fine! I’ll take it! But I swear I’ll become strong enough to pay it back tenfold! No—twentyfold!"

"You can pay me back by not eating all the meat buns next time," Number One grinned.

"I MAKE NO PROMISES!" Number Two declared, puffing out his cheeks.

Han Yu burst out laughing, shaking his head. "You two are hopeless."

Then, with a gentler expression, he looked at Fatty Kui Number Two and patted his shoulder. "Train well. I’ll be waiting for you in the outer court. We’ll all stand together again... no more servant quarters, no more hiding."

Fatty Kui Number Two wiped his nose with his sleeve, tearing up. "Y-you better not become a Core Disciple by the time I get there!"

"No promises," Han Yu smirked.

The three of them sat in silence for a few moments, watching the wind stir the scorched peach tree and scatter petals across the courtyard.

Eventually, Fatty Kui Number Two left, carefully hiding the pouch in his sleeve like it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Fatty Kui Number One sighed contently and leaned back on the bench. "He’s got potential. I saw it in his eyes."

Han Yu nodded. "Yeah. He’s one of us. Trouble included."

"Speaking of trouble," Number One said, eyes narrowing. "Want to sneak into the kitchen stores again? I heard they’ve started storing honey-roasted spirit yams."

Han Yu gave a mock gasp. "You’re already bribing servants and sneaking pills around. Now thievery too?"

Fatty Kui Number One grinned. "It’s not thievery. It’s... redistributing cultivation energy in root form."

Han Yu grinned. "I like your style."

And just like that, chaos resumed its rightful place in Han Yu’s world.

The moon hung high over Twin Leaf Peak Sect, casting a gentle glow on tiled rooftops and bamboo groves. Most of the sect was asleep.

Unfortunately for the kitchen staff, Han Yu and Fatty Kui Number One were not.

"Operation Yam Swipe is a go," Han Yu whispered, crouching behind a barrel of pickled radish.

Fatty Kui Number One was lying flat on his belly, his body somehow both round and stealthy. "Confirmed. Smell sensors detect honey glaze at 15 meters, slightly northeast."

Han Yu narrowed his eyes at the looming silhouette of the kitchen hall. "They’ve added new locks. I thought cultivators weren’t supposed to guard vegetables like treasures."

"You haven’t tasted the honey-roasted spirit yams," Fatty Kui muttered reverently. "They’re soft, sweet, and spiritually invigorating. One bite and your qi lines up better than a sect formation array."

Han Yu rolled his eyes. "Alright, you yam poet. Let’s do this."

The two crept forward, darting from bush to bush, dodging patrol disciples, and whispering ridiculous codenames at each other.

"Eagle One moving."

"Copy that, Big Belly moving too."

Finally, they reached the back door of the kitchen. It was locked with a simple wooden bar and an inscription tag that glowed faintly.

Han Yu examined it. "Low-grade spirit seal. Meant to ward off rats and nosy disciples."

Fatty Kui grinned. "Lucky for us, we’re neither."

Han Yu poked the seal with a twig. It fizzled once and went out. "Told you—rat level. Let’s go."

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried herbs, fermented sauce jars, and roasted vegetables. The grand prize sat on the central table: a silver tray piled high with golden yams, glistening under a thin film of honey and sprinkled spirit salt.

Fatty Kui drooled audibly. "It’s even more beautiful up close."

Han Yu reached out with mock reverence. "Behold... the treasure of Twin Leaf Peak."

Then they heard footsteps.

"Oh crap—panic formation!" Han Yu hissed.

Fatty Kui dove under the table with such speed it seemed to violate physics. Han Yu jumped onto a shelf and pressed himself against jars of chili paste.

The door opened. A sleepy-looking elder’s assistant walked in, scratching his head.

He sniffed the air. "Huh... thought I heard something." He looked around lazily, yawned, then wandered over to the stove, grabbed a cold dumpling, and left.

The door clicked shut.

"Whew," Fatty Kui wheezed, crawling out. "That dumpling just saved our lives."

Han Yu hopped down and grabbed the tray. "No more stealth. We extract the goods and vanish. Execute Plan Yamdash."

"Copy that. Activating stomach field."

They bolted out the back, skidding down a garden slope with the tray balanced between them. Somewhere, a spirit goose honked angrily as they passed.