Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 812: Moving Residences

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Many fights had begun over far less in the Blood Sect.

A wrong glance.

A careless bump of the shoulder.

A disciple accidentally blocking someone's path.

In this sect, such incidents often ended in bloodshed. Every disciple understood this unwritten rule. So they kept their distance.

However, Han Yu could clearly sense something else in their emotions.

Curiosity.

Calculation.

Ambition.

Many of them were already thinking of ways to approach him in the future. After all, a personal disciple of the Peak Head was an extremely valuable connection. Forming a relationship with such a person could bring countless benefits.

Han Yu did not mind. He walked down the mountain path without slowing his pace and soon he reached the lower levels of the Kidney Peak. Once he was far enough from the main clusters of disciples, he stopped briefly.

With a quick motion, he removed the Kidney Peak robes and placed them into his storage pouch.

Then he changed back into his previous outer court robes.

He had no intention of letting the entire sect know about his new status just yet.

'Let the Kidney Peak disciples talk.'

That alone would already start rumors spreading. There was no need to accelerate things further.

Without another pause, Han Yu continued walking.

He left the base of the Kidney Peak and headed toward the Fifth Rib Peak.

The familiar paths of the sect stretched before him. The sky above had already darkened. The time was around nine in the evening as such most disciples had already returned to their caves to cultivate.

Only a few figures could be seen moving through the dimly lit paths.

The darkness helped conceal his identity and no one paid him much attention.

Han Yu moved swiftly.

Within a short time, he reached the Fifth Rib Peak and began climbing the familiar slope. This place had once been his world.

A humble outer court disciple's territory.

His cave soon came into view.

The stone door remained closed exactly as he had left it.

Han Yu approached quietly and opened it.

SHUA 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The interior was dimly lit by a small spirit lamp.

Meng Jueyan immediately stood up when she saw him.

"Master." She bowed respectfully.

Chitterfang, who had been sitting on the table nearby, reacted far more dramatically.

The rat squeaked excitedly and launched itself toward Han Yu.

But the way it moved was completely different from before.

Instead of simply jumping, Chitterfang's hind legs pressed against the table.

POOF

A tiny explosion burst from beneath his feet.

The rat shot through the air like a miniature projectile.

Han Yu caught him instinctively.

The rat landed comfortably in his arms.

Chitterfang immediately began rubbing his head against Han Yu's neck while making soft squeaking sounds.

Han Yu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"So you learned a new trick."

The rat squeaked proudly.

Clearly it wanted praise.

Han Yu gently petted its back for a few seconds. Then he turned toward Meng Jueyan.

"We're leaving."

Meng Jueyan blinked in confusion.

"Leaving?"

"Yes."

"Pack our things."

She hesitated slightly.

"Master… are we heading out for a task?"

Han Yu shook his head.

"Not a task... We are moving residences."

Meng Jueyan's eyes widened.

But she did not question him further. If her master had made a decision, then she would obey. She immediately began gathering their belongings. Xuan Qing also joined the process.

The woman moved with mechanical efficiency, collecting items without any wasted motion.

However, Han Yu stopped them before they packed everything.

"Only take the important things."

He glanced around the cave.

"There is no need to bring the furniture. The new residence already has better furnishings."

Meng Jueyan nodded. "Yes, Master."

They focused on collecting essential items.

Cultivation materials.

Tools.

Personal belongings.

Chitterfang ran around the cave curiously, occasionally dragging small objects toward Han Yu as if offering help.

Within half an hour, everything important had been packed. Han Yu looked around the cave one last time. This place had been his home for three years. But now it was time to leave it behind.

He stepped outside and closed the stone door. Then he activated the locking formation.

HUMM

The cave sealed shut once again.

To anyone passing by, it would appear exactly the same as before. As if its owner had simply left temporarily. Han Yu had done that intentionally. It was better for people to believe he was still away on some mission or still being experimented upon.

If the cave appeared abandoned, it would only attract unnecessary curiosity.

Satisfied, Han Yu turned toward the path leading down the peak.

"Let's go."

Meng Jueyan followed quietly holding a box and a bag on her back. Xuan Qing carried several bundles of supplies. Her strength helping her carry a lot more.

Chitterfang rode comfortably on Han Yu's shoulder.

The small group disappeared into the darkness of the night.

They were heading toward a completely new life on the Second Kidney Peak.

Han Yu and his small group traveled steadily through the sect grounds after leaving the Fifth Rib Peak.

The journey back to the Second Kidney Peak took longer than usual.

Han Yu could have crossed the distance in far less time if he moved alone. His current speed was several times faster than that of ordinary disciples. However, Meng Jueyan did not possess the same level of mobility, and although Xuan Qing was stronger than her in certain aspects, the woman could not match Han Yu's pace either.

As a result, Han Yu deliberately slowed down.

They moved at a controlled pace, avoiding the more heavily trafficked areas of the sect. Han Yu had no intention of drawing attention to himself tonight. The fewer people who saw him returning with slaves in tow, the better.

Before leaving the lower districts, he had already taken precautions.

He handed both women simple masks.

"Wear these," he had instructed quietly.

Meng Jueyan had put the mask on without hesitation.

Xuan Qing did the same, her movements precise and mechanical.

Han Yu had his reasons.