By ensuring that every Jiangshi required periodic maintenance from him, Han Yu had effectively created a continuous point of contact with every buyer. Each return would become an opportunity, a chance to observe, adjust, and most importantly, to implant deeper layers of control.

The offer to upgrade existing Jiangshi was another calculated move.

Han Yu had already confirmed through repeated experiments that he could introduce Eight Emotions energy into completed Jiangshi. The process was more delicate than working with a fresh corpse, but it was entirely possible.

Even in cases where the upgrade failed, the outcome remained in his favor. A failure could easily be disguised as degradation or instability, after which he could recommend a replacement from his own Ju Series for free.

From the perspective of the buyer, it would appear as a normal cycle of maintenance and replacement.

From Han Yu's perspective, it was infiltration.

He understood clearly that his reach would never cover the entire sect through direct sales alone. The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect possessed countless Jiangshi, ranging from the most basic labor units to high grade combat constructs that rivaled elite cultivators.

Many of these were deeply integrated into the sect's infrastructure, especially those under centralized control. Attempting to replace all of them would be both inefficient and unnecessary.

Han Yu had no intention of discarding systems that already functioned perfectly well.

Instead, he intended to weave himself into them.

His gaze drifted toward the distant peaks as he considered the broader picture. The Red Class Jiangshi would undoubtedly become the most sought after. Their raw strength, aggressive nature, and overwhelming combat ability made them ideal for frontline use.

Disciples who valued power above all else would flock to them without hesitation.

The Green Class would follow closely behind. Stability, obedience, and balanced performance made them suitable for a wide range of tasks. These would likely become the standard choice for those who preferred reliability over brute force.

The remaining classes would find their own niches.

The Yellow Class would attract those who valued intelligence and adaptability, though their unsettling demeanor might deter some. The Indigo Class, born from Disgust energy, would appeal only to a very specific group.

Han Yu almost chuckled at the thought of certain eccentric elders delighting in such grotesque creations, while the majority would struggle to remain in the same room as them.

The Violet and Dark Blue Classes, with their psychological and illusion based abilities, would find use in specialized operations. Interrogation, infiltration, and mental suppression were areas where brute strength held little value.

Each class had its place.

Each class served a purpose.

And together, they formed a system that could quietly spread throughout the sect without raising alarm.

Han Yu's steps slowed as his thoughts deepened further.

The true power of Jiangshi within the sect could not be understated. They were the backbone of its manpower, far outnumbering the disciples themselves. From mining operations to battlefield engagements, from guarding restricted areas to executing covert tasks, Jiangshi were everywhere.

More importantly, they were trusted.

Disciples betrayed each other.

Elders schemed against one another.

But Jiangshi followed orders without question.

That trust was exactly what Han Yu intended to exploit.

If he could gradually integrate his modifications into a significant portion of the sect's Jiangshi, the implications would be immense. On the surface, everything would remain unchanged. The Jiangshi would obey their assigned masters, perform their duties, and behave exactly as expected.

Beneath that surface, however, they would carry a hidden allegiance.

To him.

Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly as the thought settled firmly in his mind.

When the time came, a single command would be enough.

An entire network of Jiangshi, spread across peaks, halls, and hidden facilities, would turn simultaneously. Guards would become attackers. Defenders would become traitors. Systems that had been relied upon for centuries would collapse from within.

It would not be a battle.

It would be a betrayal.

A quiet, devastating unraveling of the sect's foundation.

He allowed himself a brief moment to appreciate the elegance of the plan before pushing the thought aside. There was still much to be done before such a scenario could become reality. After all, his ambitions did not stop there.

The idea of integrating surveillance capabilities into the Jiangshi had already begun to take shape in his mind. By embedding subtle formations within their cores, he could potentially monitor their surroundings, capturing fragments of conversations, movements, and interactions.

Jiangshi were present in places where even disciples were not allowed.

Private chambers.

Restricted archives.

Meeting halls of elders.

If he succeeded, he would gain access to information that no single individual in the sect possessed. It would transform his Jiangshi network into more than just a hidden army. It would become his eyes and ears.

A silent intelligence network woven into the very fabric of the sect.

Han Yu exhaled slowly, steadying his thoughts.

All of this depended on one thing. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The exhibition.

That would be the starting point.

The moment where his creations would step into the public eye and begin their spread across the sect. It had to be flawless. The demonstration needed to highlight their strengths clearly, while keeping their true nature completely hidden.

He would need to choose carefully which abilities to reveal and which to conceal.

The Fear Jiangshi's illusion capabilities, for instance, had to be shown in a controlled manner. Enough to impress, yet not enough to raise suspicion. The Disgust Jiangshi would need to be handled even more carefully, as its presence alone could overshadow everything else.

The Anger Jiangshi would likely take center stage.

Power was always the easiest language to understand.

Han Yu's lips curved into a faint smile once more.

The stage was being set.

All that remained was to step onto it and play his part.

And when the curtain finally rose, no one in the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect would realize that they were witnessing the beginning of something far more dangerous than a mere innovation.

They would see opportunity.

They would see power.

They would see profit.

What they would not see was the noose tightening slowly around their own necks. It would become the greatest scam Han Yu would ever pull so far.