Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time Chapter 684: The Strange Cursed Pill

Han Yu slowly rolled the scroll back up after reading the last line, his fingers lingering for a mont on the old, worn edges of the parchnt. His expression remained calm, but inside his mind, thoughts were already colliding.

He lifted his eyes to look at the Patriarch.

"So," Han Yu said slowly, "you were not waiting blindly. You already found a path."

The Patriarch nodded. "I would not dare to invite a disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect without preparation. That would be courting death. Everything you see here is the result of decades of searching."

Han Yu leaned slightly forward. "Then tell . If you already have the thod and the materials, why do you need my sect’s help? Your clan is not ignorant of alchemy."

At those words, the Patriarch let out a long, tired sigh. It was not just the sigh of an old man, but of soone who had been carrying pressure for far too long.

"You are right. We have alchemists. We even have one who once reached high mastery," he said. "But this thod... it does not rely only on herbs, flas, and techniques."

He looked straight at Han Yu.

"It relies on Moon Blood Qi."

Han Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The Patriarch continued, "This thod was not created by normal cultivators. It is clearly born from the path of blood and soul. The refinent requires not just fire and spirit Qi, but Moon Blood Qi as the core dium. Without it, the pill will collapse, or worse, explode into cursed residue that will poison the soul."

Han Yu finally understood why this matter had reached him and not the sect directly.

"So you need not just an alchemist," Han Yu said, "but a Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect disciple who can control Moon Blood Qi well enough to refine such a thing."

"Yes," the Patriarch said. "I cannot risk inviting elders of your sect directly. If this thod is flawed, or if it fails, I will not only lose my life, but my clan will beco an enemy of your sect. That is not a gamble I can take."

Han Yu nodded slowly. "So you chose a disciple. Soone important enough to carry the sect’s authority, but not so high that the sect would imdiately descend in force."

The Patriarch smiled faintly. "You are very sharp."

Han Yu tapped the scroll lightly with his finger. "If this is truly ready, then perhaps I will not need to report back imdiately. But first, I need to understand exactly what you are betting on."

He unrolled the scroll again and spoke as he read.

"Soul Blood nding Cursed Pill," he said. "This pill repairs the Nascent Soul by using blood as a bridge and soul as the foundation. But it is not true healing. It is more like patching a broken vessel with foreign material."

The Patriarch nodded. "Exactly."

"And because it is not true healing," Han Yu continued, "the power it grants is unstable. The soul becos dependent on an external anchor."

He glanced up. "Which is where the second pill cos in."

"The Mother and Child Bestowal Pill," the Patriarch said softly.

Han Yu nodded. "Two pills, one fate. The one who eats the first becos the ’child.’ The one who eats the second becos the ’mother.’ The child’s repaired soul is tied to the mother’s soul. If the mother wills it, she can draw away most of the child’s cultivation base, even parts of the soul foundation."

The room fell silent.

Fatui Zhushen’s face had turned pale. He finally understood the true aning behind his father’s words earlier.

The Patriarch spoke quietly. "If the Soul Blood nding Cursed Pill works, I will live. But my power will no longer truly belong to . It will belong to the one who eats the second pill."

"And if the first pill fails," Han Yu added, "you will die."

"Yes."

"And then the second pill can be used to absorb what remains of your Nascent Soul, passing it to another," Han Yu said.

"Yes."

Han Yu leaned back, his gaze sharp. "So whether you live or die, your cultivation will not be wasted. It will be transferred."

The Patriarch’s hands tightened slightly on the arms of his chair. "That is why I said, even if I cannot be saved, I can still save my clan."

Fatui Zhushen could not hold back anymore. "Father... you are planning to give everything away."

The Patriarch looked at his son gently. "Zhushen, what use is my cultivation if I am dead, and you are too weak to protect this clan? Power that dies with is aningless."

Han Yu observed them quietly, then spoke.

"You already chose the person who will take the second pill, didn’t you."

The Patriarch did not answer imdiately.

Zhushen slowly lowered his head. "It is... ."

Han Yu was not surprised.

"You are his third son, but you are the most stable one," Han Yu said calmly. "Your soul is calm, and your temperant is suited for inheritance. If you eat the Mother and Child Bestowal Pill, you will gain most of his cultivation, but also his karma."

Zhushen clenched his fists. "I am willing."

The Patriarch looked relieved. "That is why I have endured this long. To make sure at least one of my sons is suitable."

Han Yu closed the scroll.

"Now I understand your plan," he said. "You are gambling your life and your power on a single refinent. But you should also understand sothing."

The Patriarch looked at him.

"This pill is not just dangerous to you," Han Yu said. "It is dangerous to the refiner as well. If the refinent fails, the backlash of cursed soul energy will not only kill you, it can also heavily damage the one refining it."

Zhushen’s eyes widened. "Then honored disciple—"

Han Yu raised his hand. "I am not saying I refuse. I am saying you should understand the weight of what you are asking."

The Patriarch bowed his head slightly. "I do."