Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 185: Well Earned Rewards

Han Yu’s gaze lingered on the departing elder. His qi skills had grown stronger. His body was healing faster.

Even his Soul qi had increased a bit from the Eight Emotions Energy he had absorbed during the fight. His battle experience was rising. But none of it mattered if the sect itself came under siege.

He clenched his fists.

’If they come... I’ll be ready.’

Even if it meant chaos.

The trio departed the Mission hall for some well deserved rest.

The next day dawned warm and lazy.

Han Yu awoke later than usual for once, his limbs sore but no longer aching, and his qi moving smoothly within his dantian. It was the first time in days he wasn’t bleeding, bruised, or on the verge of being turned into salamander chow.

A rare luxury.

They had been allowed a full day of rest by Elder Gu Wei of the Mission Hall, and each of them took it in their own way. Wu Shuan returned to his courtyard to meditate. Fatty Kui had apparently vanished into the outer sect’s dining pavilion and was last seen surrounded by empty bowls, snoring gently into a pile of buns.

Han Yu, meanwhile, had spent the day lounging on a stone by the koi pond behind the Servants’ Hall, feeding fish stale crackers and contemplating life like a half-baked philosopher.

’What am I even doing?’

He knew his strength had improved.

He could feel it in his bones—literally. His reflexes were sharper, his body tougher, and his use of the Bolt God Fist had genuinely evolved. But instead of feeling triumphant, Han Yu just felt oddly... uncertain.

It didn’t help that someone might have leaked information to the Mist Eye Sect.

That thought kept gnawing at the edge of his mind like a mosquito chewing on a drum.

But the pondering ended when a messenger came knocking at sunset.

"The three of you are summoned to the Mission Hall to collect your rewards," the disciple said, looking mildly awed. "Elder Gu Wei is waiting."

Han Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Wasn’t the reward supposed to be claimed in three days?"

"New orders," the disciple shrugged. "Guess they want to hand it out before someone else tries to kill you." the man chuckled.

Fair enough.

They met outside the Mission Hall—Wu Shuan clean and composed, Fatty Kui disheveled with crumbs on his robe, and Han Yu with his shirt slightly wrinkled because he’d slept in it.

They entered together, and once more found Elder Gu Wei behind his desk.

But this time, there were four treasure chests beside him.

"I assume none of you died in sleep," the elder said dryly.

"We tried," Han Yu muttered. "Didn’t take."

"Good," Gu Wei snorted. "Anyway, here."

He waved a hand, and the chests opened.

Inside the first was a neat pile of low-grade spirit stones, the second held the mid-grade ones, and the third was filled with small, jade bottles containing Spirit Qi Restoring Pills. The fourth was filled with what looked like glowing tokens—Sect Merit Points, each marked with the seal of Twin Leaf Peak.

Wu Shuan blinked.

"This... is a lot."

"You’ve got good eyes," Gu Wei said. "This is triple the promised reward."

Han Yu nearly choked. "Triple?"

"You retrieved Elder Zhuan’s sword," Gu Wei said. "Fought a Ravine Salamander, got ambushed by the Mist Eye Sect, survived an illusion trap, killed five of their disciples, and returned alive."

He stroked his beard.

"Frankly, that deserves five times the pay. But the budget committee is stingy and we are a bit strapped these days with the new disciples needing resources."

Han Yu nodded rapidly. "We’re not complaining."

"Didn’t think you were."

He pushed forward a slip of parchment each for them to collect their shares. A disciple came forward with bags to store the pills and merit tokens.

"Three hundred low-grade spirit stones, ten mid-grade spirit stones, fifty Spirit Qi Restoring Pills, and five hundred merit points per person," the disciple intoned. "Please confirm."

They all confirmed in unison.

Fatty Kui practically vibrated with joy as he accepted the goods.

Once outside, the three of them immediately sat down under the nearest tree, surrounded by buzzing insects and the distant sounds of the training grounds.

"I think I’m going to cry," Fatty Kui whispered. "Do you understand how much food this can buy?"

"Don’t you already eat for free at the sect canteen?" Wu Shuan asked.

"Free? That stuff barely qualifies as food," Fatty Kui said, scandalized. "Now I can afford flame-roasted green rabbit, smoked spirit boar belly, jade bamboo rice, triple-layered lightning eel hotpot—"

"You’re going to die of cholesterol before you reach Core Condensation realm," Han Yu said.

"Worth it."

Han Yu chuckled, leaning back. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Wu Shuan, meanwhile, pocketed his rewards with a satisfied but quiet nod.

"I’m saving mine," he said. "No need for anything right now. I want to start building toward a Core Forming Pill."

Han Yu raised an eyebrow. "Already?"

"I’ve reached the peak of Mid Stage of Qi Refining," Wu Shuan said. "Might take a few years more to reach peak, but I want to be prepared. Core Condensation isn’t a step you take lightly."

"True," Han Yu said. "Explains why you’re not buying any eel hotpot."

"Discipline," Wu Shuan replied.

"I have discipline," Fatty Kui grumbled. "I’m just nurturing my Spiritual Gluttony Physique. You can’t feed a divine stomach with air and dreams!"

"Sure," Han Yu said. "You nurture that gut all you want."

As their laughter faded, Wu Shuan turned to Han Yu.

"What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Your reward. What do you plan to use it for?"

Han Yu rubbed his chin. He hadn’t really decided. He could always get more pills, or pay to access cultivation grounds. But something still felt incomplete.

"You don’t even have a proper weapon," Wu Shuan said, noticing his indecision. "You should start with that."

Han Yu blinked.

"Yeah," he admitted. "I’ve just been punching things." Han Yu stated.

It certainly did feel satisfying to use the Bolt God Fist.