Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time

Chapter 970: Entrusting Madam Cold Fang To Rally The Others

This time the image was strange.

It showed water, dark seas and hundreds of ships sailing the oceans.

"The Silent Tide Clan."

Han Yu blinked.

"They sound mysterious."

"They are."

Madam Cold Fang nodded.

"They controlled waterways."

"Smugglers."

"Spies."

"Messengers."

"The Blood Sect never fully eliminated them because they needed them."

Her eyes narrowed.

"But the clan never forgot."

Han Yu immediately became interested.

A hidden information network?

That sounded terrifying.

"Their specialty?"

"Sea routes."

"Hidden passages."

"Poisons."

"Information."

Han Yu almost wanted to clap.

These were exactly the people he needed.

Then Madam Cold Fang paused.

"There are also clans that do not even know their own history."

Han Yu looked over.

"Their elders remember."

"The younger generations do not."

"They believe they are loyal."

"But secretly their leaders preserve old grudges."

Han Yu slowly exhaled.

The Blood Continent was far deeper than he thought.

The Blood Sect ruled the surface.

But beneath it...

Old enemies still breathed.

Old blood still remained.

Then Madam Cold Fang looked at him.

"Do not get excited."

Han Yu coughed.

"I was not."

"You were."

"A little."

She ignored him.

"These clans survived because they hid. Do not expose them."

Han Yu nodded seriously.

"I will not."

He genuinely meant it.

Because while she was giving him names...

Han Yu was seeing something else.

A future.

Allies.

Not enough to challenge the Blood Sect.

Not yet.

But enough to start.

His Jiangshi.

Qing Luan’s network.

The rat battalions.

Lady Rot Rose’s faction.

Now hidden clans.

Han Yu suddenly realized... His escape plan had become much bigger than escape. And that realization frightened him a little.

Han Yu listened carefully while memorizing every detail Madam Cold Fang had given him. The more he heard, the more he realized how vast the hidden side of the Blood Continent truly was.

The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect ruled openly and seemed absolute from the outside, yet beneath the surface countless currents still flowed. Some clans hid in mountains, some wore masks and lived among ordinary cultivators, while others had completely buried their identities and passed into legend.

Yet there was still one problem.

He looked at Madam Cold Fang.

"Can you talk to them?" Han Yu asked suddenly.

She turned to him.

"The clans."

Han Yu folded his arms.

"There is no way they will listen to me." He said honestly. "I am still part of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect. Forget trusting me, some of them might try to kill me immediately if they learned my identity."

Madam Cold Fang remained silent for a few moments.

"That is true." She admitted.

Han Yu nodded.

"If we want any cooperation in the future, I will need an intermediary."

The woman looked toward the snowy horizon.

"I can try."

Han Yu relaxed slightly.

"Though do not expect too much." She added. "Even among those clans only a few are actually acquainted with me."

Han Yu looked surprised.

"You do not know them personally?"

"Not all of them." Madam Cold Fang shook her head. "Most of the clans I told you about existed in the past too. After I awakened I searched for traces of them and investigated what happened."

Her eyes dimmed slightly.

"Many disappeared."

"Some merged into others."

"Some died out."

"Some survived."

Han Yu understood.

She had spent years searching through ruins and remnants.

Perhaps she had spent centuries doing so.

"The Thunderclap Clan is the best example." Madam Cold Fang continued. "I only learned of their survival recently."

Han Yu remembered the cannons immediately.

"Speaking of that..." He rubbed his chin. "You looked genuinely shocked when you saw those cannons earlier."

Madam Cold Fang nodded.

"Because they should not exist."

Han Yu blinked.

"The Thunderclap Cannons were one of the greatest creations of the clan. When the Blood Sect attacked, the Thunderclap Clan destroyed every complete record themselves."

Han Yu raised a brow.

"They destroyed their own inheritance?"

"They did." Madam Cold Fang replied. "The clan would rather lose it forever than let the Blood Sect obtain it."

Han Yu slowly nodded.

Respectable.

And ruthless.

She continued.

"The surviving members probably found incomplete records later and rebuilt them."

Han Yu’s eyes flickered.

He quietly made a mental note.

Take the cannons.

Bring them back.

Qing Luan’s people could study them.

Perhaps replicate them.

If they succeeded...

Han Yu immediately imagined portable artillery hidden within merchant caravans.

The image was terrifying.

He liked it.

Madam Cold Fang looked at him.

"You are plotting something."

Han Yu coughed.

"No."

"You are."

"A little."

She ignored him.

Han Yu then thought of something else.

"Actually..." He began. "I have my own group too."

This made Madam Cold Fang look over.

"Your group?"

Han Yu nodded.

"If we are cooperating, it is better if everyone knows each other. It will make coordination easier."

Madam Cold Fang crossed her arms.

"Who are they?"

Han Yu smiled slightly.

"Have you heard of the Luan Merchant Union?"

Madam Cold Fang immediately nodded.

"I have."

Han Yu waited.

"In the recent years they expanded quickly." She continued. "Their caravans even reach Frost Plume Town."

Han Yu smiled wider.

"I founded it."

Silence.

Madam Cold Fang turned fully toward him.

"You?"

Han Yu nodded.

"I had help." He corrected. "But I am the one behind it."

"They answer to me."

Madam Cold Fang stared at him.

This was already surprising enough.

Yet Han Yu was not finished.

"Several products are mine too."

"Products?"

Han Yu nodded proudly.

"For example, the Special Skin Moisturizing Cream from Luan Merchants."

Madam Cold Fang blinked.

"I made it."

The woman actually looked stunned. She remembered that product very well. The courtesans at Frost Plume Pavilion had practically gone mad after it appeared. The thing sold like a treasure medicine.

She even remembered hearing arguments over limited batches.

Some women bought entire boxes.

And the creator was standing in front of her?

"You..." She looked him up and down. "You make beauty products?"

Han Yu coughed.

"Among other things."

Madam Cold Fang looked strangely at him.

"You are a Legacy Disciple."

"Yes."

"You manage merchants."

"Yes."

"You create puppets."

"Yes."

"You run intelligence networks."

"...Maybe."

"You make creams."

Han Yu raised a finger.

"Very profitable creams."