Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 758: Sending Chitterfang For Scouting

The preparations were complete.

Han Yu stood alone beneath the dull red glow of the Blood Sect's sky, the Spirit Wood Pulp envelope resting lightly in his sleeve. Inside it were two things that could very well decide the direction of his future in the sect: a letter written in his careful, restrained hand, and a spirit jade token that carried a whisper of impossible cold.

He had deliberately left the exterior of the envelope blank.

There was no seal, no name and no mark of origin. Anyone else might have considered that foolish, but Han Yu knew better.

A message that somehow reached the hands of a Kidney Peak Head, who was one of the most powerful figures in the sect, would not be ignored simply because it lacked an inscription.

On the contrary, the sheer audacity of it would demand attention. And once the envelope was opened, the aura within would speak louder than any words.

Still, knowing that and doing it were two very different things. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Han Yu did not release Chitterfang immediately.

That would have been reckless.

The Second Kidney Peak was not just another mountain. It was a place saturated with frost Qi so dense that even the ambient blood Qi of the sect was suppressed there. Its internal routes were labyrinthine, layered with restrictions, repelling formations, alert arrays, and countless unseen eyes, human and otherwise.

Sending Chitterfang in blind would have been no different from throwing the letter into a furnace.

So instead, Han Yu came here.

He stood at the edge of a massive stone bridge that arched across one of the primary branches of the Blood River. The bridge itself was ancient, carved from dark red stone veined with hardened blood crystals, its surface etched with stabilizing formations to withstand the constant corrosive Qi rising from below.

The river beneath it was vast.

Two kilometers wide at its narrowest, its surface churned slowly, thick and dark, reflecting the sky like a distorted mirror. Waves rolled lazily, but there was nothing peaceful about them. Every ripple carried menace. Every eddy concealed teeth.

Han Yu leaned lightly against the bridge's railing, appearing to any casual observer as just another disciple pausing to admire the view or perhaps gathering his thoughts before continuing on his way.

In reality, his spirit sense was fully extended.

Blood Scale Carps burst from the river in flashes of crimson, their armored bodies glistening as they snapped at flying insects before splashing back into the depths. Along the edges, Blood River Salamanders slithered between rocks, their elongated forms pulsing with Qi as they absorbed stray blood energy from the water. Overhead, Blood-Winged Kingfishers hovered before plunging down like crimson spears, emerging moments later with writhing fish in their beaks.

Every single one of them was a spirit beast. Qi Refining at the weakest, Peak Qi Refining was common and even Core Condensation was not rare.

And deeper still…

Han Yu's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as his spirit sense brushed against something vast and coiled far below the surface.

The aura was heavy, ancient, and oppressive... a Nascent Soul realm beast, at the very least. It remained motionless, like a sleeping god beneath the riverbed, yet its presence alone made the surrounding waters subtly bend.

Chitterfang trembled inside Han Yu's robes.

The rat pressed itself close to Han Yu's chest, claws digging lightly into fabric as its instincts screamed warnings. Unlike cultivators, beasts perceived danger not through logic but through primal instincts. To Chitterfang, this entire place was a nest of apex predators.

"I know," Han Yu murmured softly, barely moving his lips.

The words were not meant for anyone else.

"They won't come here. This bridge is neutral ground protected by formations."

That much was true. The Blood River beasts were bound by ancient contracts with the sect. The bridge and its surroundings were protected by formations that prevented them from attacking disciples unless provoked. Still, that did nothing to ease Chitterfang's fear. The pressure alone was enough to make its small heart race.

Han Yu adjusted his posture slightly, his gaze drifting toward the looming mass of the Second Kidney Peak in the distance.

It rose like a frozen blade piercing the sky.

The lower slopes were shrouded in perpetual frost, pale mist curling around jagged stone formations. The higher one looked, the more severe the environment became. Ice-clad cliffs, frozen waterfalls suspended in time, and spires of crystalized frost Qi jutted outward like the ribs of some colossal beast.

The main path was visible... but barely.

A winding stone road carved into the mountain's side, guarded at intervals by frost-element arrays and watch posts manned by disciples of the Kidney Peak. Slaves moved along it in small groups, hauling supplies, their breaths forming white clouds even from this distance.

But Han Yu was not interested in the main path.

Chitterfang would never survive it.

What he needed were the blind spots. The cracks in the system. The places where the arrogance of power assumed nothing small or insignificant could ever pose a threat.

Han Yu waited until the flow of disciples on the bridge thinned. When no one was close enough to pay attention, he subtly loosened the drawstring at his waist.

A tiny pink nose poked out, whiskers twitching.

Chitterfang peeked into the open air, eyes wide, body trembling. The rat's fur, mostly grey now, with that distinct tuft of dark red atop its head bristled as it sniffed the air.

Scary, came the thought, shaky but clear.

Han Yu sent back calm, steady reassurance through their bond.

"Go slow," he whispered internally. "Scout. Don't rush. Don't go high. Follow the ground. Feel the arrays. If anything feels wrong, retreat."

Chitterfang hesitated.

Then, trusting him as it always had, the rat nodded.

Han Yu shifted slightly, letting Chitterfang slide down the inside of his robes, along his leg, and onto the stone at his feet. In one smooth motion, the rat darted into a nearby Needle Leaf Blood Shrub. It was a dense, thorny plant saturated with blood Qi that masked small presences extremely well. It was a common plant found everywhere in the sect.

From there, Chitterfang vanished into the ground.