Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time
Chapter 75: Murong Xie’s Turn

Chapter 75: Murong Xie’s Turn

No one had seen Violet talent in the last five hundred years.

The last person with a Violet Rank wasn’t just some overachieving disciple—they were an Elder, a Peak Head, and a spiritual powerhouse that legends gossiped about when they thought no one was listening.

’If a Violet Ranked talent appears today... they’ll have the highest chance of becoming Patriarch,’ Elder Nie Jing thought, heart cautiously brimming with hope.

All current Legacy Disciples were Indigo-ranked and already jockeying for the top job. Even the current Patriarch was Indigo.

But a Violet Rank?

That was like being struck by a golden meteor filled with destiny, enlightenment, and possibly a coupon for free enlightenment tea.

The other Violet-ranked Peak Head could’ve competed for the Patriarch’s position, but his interests were... elsewhere. He preferred the finer things: ancient scriptures, obscure formations, and sipping immortal-grade tea on mountaintops while contemplating cloud shapes.

Still, if another Violet Rank showed up now?

They’d bulldoze their way to the top, leaving even the current Legacy Disciples eating their cosmic dust.

"Murong Xie, approach!" Elder Nie Jing finally called, his tone calm but laced with anticipation.

All eyes turned.

A minute passed.

No one appeared.

"Murong Xie?" Elder Nie Jing called again, this time with a tinge of worry. ’Is he still unconscious?’ he wondered.

Murong Xie had suffered pretty bad injuries. Normally, he’d still be in a bed wrapped like a dumpling. But this was the Twin Peak Left Sect—they had healers who could put a man back together faster than a nosy aunt could spread gossip.

So it was strange.

"I’m here," a voice called out with a strange whistle at the end.

Everyone turned—and then blinked.

A boy stumbled forward, flanked by two disciples. He looked like a battlefield ghost wrapped in bandages. His nose had a brace, his teeth were... incomplete, and every breath came with a tiny, sad-sounding whistle from the gap in his mouth.

He was less "heroic warrior" and more "mummified flute player."

Still, he managed a respectful fist salute—though it looked like it hurt.

"I pay my respects to Elder," Murong Xie said with effort.

"Hmm... Are you feeling well?" Elder Nie Jing asked, concern briefly piercing through his usual stoicism.

"I’m better than before," Murong Xie replied.

"After this is over, rest well. I’ll have you moved to the Healing Pavilion. They’ll fix you up within a week," Elder Nie Jing said kindly. "They’ll also fix your teeth—we’ve got pills that can regrow them."

"Thank you, Elder," Murong Xie said with gratitude deep enough to be felt through the whistle in his breath.

The only reason he hadn’t received top-tier treatment earlier was because he wasn’t yet an official disciple. Protocol was sacred. First, the test. Then the perks.

"You can start now," Elder Nie Jing stated.

"Yes." Murong Xie, already familiar with the procedure, pressed his finger to the crystal.

DRIP

A single drop of blood hit the appraisal crystal.

HUALA

The tablet lit up immediately—not gradually like usual.

"Three!?"

"Three colors at once?!"

The disciples gasped.

Colors usually appeared one by one. When they showed up together, it meant the tablet couldn’t keep up—the talent was too high, too potent.

SHUA

"Green! It’s already at green!" someone called out.

Murong Xie’s expression didn’t change. He’d expected this.

’This is nothing,’ he thought.

Meanwhile, off to the side, Han Yu was biting his nails so hard they might file themselves.

’Come on. Don’t go beyond green,’ Han Yu prayed like a desperate cultivator trying to haggle with fate.

SHUA

Unfortunately for Han Yu, fate had turned off its phone.

"Blue! It reached Blue!" someone cheered.

The disciple who brought Murong Xie looked like he’d just ascended on the spot. Blue Rank meant rewards—massive ones. Whatever rewards the other eight had earned wouldn’t even be one-tenth of what he was about to get.

"Shit," Han Yu muttered. "Buddha, Heavenly Deities, Divine Sovereigns, Ancient Grandpas, I’m begging you—please listen this time."

He started praying to every entity he could remember, even the kitchen god.

Fifty seconds passed.

The tablet didn’t change.

’Looks like this might be it,’ Elder Nie Jing thought. ’Still, Blue is very good.’

Phew.

Han Yu finally exhaled, his nerves unraveling slightly.

"Thank yo—" he began, relief coating his voice.

HUALA

The tablet lit up again, glowing like a smug immortal who knew they had perfect timing.

And this time?

The tablet released a wave of energy that rippled through the air.

"INDIGO!"

"ANOTHER INDIGO!!"

"HAHAHA!!"

"THE HEAVENS HAVE TRULY BLESSED OUR SECT THIS TIME!!" the distant Elders shouted, practically bouncing in their seats at the viewing pavilion.

They had missed the chance to snatch up Gao Ren—thanks to the Forge Grandmaster hijacking him like a flying taxi. But Murong Xie?

Oh, he was fair game.

And this time, there were no Peak Heads lurking nearby. Only regular elders, all on roughly equal footing.

Which meant: negotiations were open. Bribery was legal. Elbowing politely was encouraged.

While the elders gleefully plotted who would get Murong Xie, one person was having a quiet meltdown in the crowd.

’I’m done... I’m truly, thoroughly, beyond fucked,’ Han Yu thought, staring into the void with the thousand-yard stare of someone who had just watched their sect cafeteria privileges vanish into thin air.

"Finally," Murong Xie whispered to himself, completely satisfied—as if all this had unfolded exactly as he’d predicted.

"Excellent talent, junior," Elder Nie Jing said, his smile practically glowing. "You pass. Go get your reward... and prepare to be fought over by a bunch of old men."

"I shall look forward to it," Murong Xie replied, turning to face the crowd now cheering his name like he’d just won the Cultivator Olympics.

And sure enough what he had done was nothing short of that. He looked at the crowd with a smile that looked rather awkward due to his teeth, but still accepted it.

That was until his eyes met that of a certain person.

This was none other than Han Yu.