He Wasn't Quite Right in the Head

Before long, Chen Xun was surrounded by a crowd of indignant servant disciples.

The disciples Chen Xun had not disturbed gathered around too. Naturally, they were not there to pick a fight with him for no reason; they simply wanted to watch the fun.

Chen Xun had been running along merrily, but with the servant disciples surrounding him, he had less and less room to run. He could only stop, his expression turning irate as he said:

"What are you doing? You're spoiling this humble scholar's fun, you know?"

The disciples were dumbfounded.

Huh?

Talk about the villain lodging the first complaint.

Who exactly had disturbed whom?

One disciple said gravely, "Kid, this is the Martial Arena. It's where disciples usually cultivate. We haven't even questioned you about disturbing us and forcing us out of our cultivation states, yet the first thing out of your mouth is that we're spoiling your fun? Have you no shame?"

With someone taking the lead, the other disciples chimed in:

"Exactly! Judging by your clothes, are you a new disciple who hasn't had time to change into disciple robes? Since you've only just arrived and don't know the rules, apologize to us, and we senior brothers won't bother making things difficult for you. Hmph!"

"Senior Brother Guo, you're being far too polite. I say there are so many of us, we should just beat him up! I'm furious!"

"Uh, has anyone noticed that there's something a little off about this guy..."

"Who cares? Apologize! He has to apologize, or in a few days, he'll have some bitter fruit to swallow!"

The disciples clamored over one another, eyeing Chen Xun like tigers watching their prey.

Had they not been at the Martial Arena, and had Servant Disciple Peak not had an unwritten rule granting new disciples a three-day protection period, they would already have struck him.

"Heh heh heh!"

Chen Xun suddenly cackled madly. Planting his hands on his hips and raising his chin, he declared with insufferable arrogance, "Exactly! Hurry up and apologize to this humble scholar, or you'll have some bitter fruit to swallow."

Huh? What?!

Was this guy out of his mind?

The disciples stared in disbelief, thinking they must have misheard. But anger quickly surged into their hearts. They could not take it anymore. Today, they had to teach this lunatic a lesson!

"Fuck it, get him! We're in the right. Steward Qian can't punish us for this!"

"Beat him up! Just leave him breathing!"

Throwing caution to the wind, the disciples rolled up their sleeves and moved to surround Chen Xun and give him a sound beating.

There was not a trace of panic on Chen Xun's face. He watched them, cackling madly and bobbing his head, while one hand slowly rose to grip the sword hilt behind his back...

"Stop!!"

Just then, a low shout suddenly rang out.

The servant disciples who were about to attack froze and whipped their heads around, eager to see who had eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall to dare meddle in their business. But when they saw the newcomer's robes, their expressions changed. They hurriedly lowered their hands, bowed, and called out:

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

The other disciples watching the commotion at the Martial Arena were inwardly startled too. They bowed and called out, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

The disciple wearing outer sect robes walked over with a dark expression, and the servant disciples hurriedly cleared a path.

The newcomer was none other than Xu Yang.

After leaving the pavilion, Xu Yang had searched everywhere for Chen Xun. Hearing the commotion at the Martial Arena, he had figured Chen Xun was most likely there.

After all, back on the flying ship, Xu Yang had already realized that this lunatic Chen Xun was a walking disaster.

He came over to look, and sure enough, it was exactly as he had guessed. Chen Xun was the culprit!

Xu Yang strode up to Chen Xun, wanting to put him in his place with a few words, but at the thought of Zhao Ting, he forcibly swallowed them.

There was nothing he could do. Chen Xun might be mad, but he had powerful connections.

"Come to the pavilion with me."

Xu Yang spoke.

Xu Yang could not be bothered to ask why Chen Xun had left the group without permission and come to the Martial Arena. He knew asking would be a waste of breath. Chen Xun simply was not a normal person.

Seeing Chen Xun ignore him, Xu Yang's expression darkened. He had no choice but to grab Chen Xun's sleeve and lead him away.

The servant disciples watched in astonishment, a hint of wariness creeping into their gazes as they looked at Chen Xun.

Well, well. He had connections!

Some servant disciples on Servant Disciple Peak had connections, either as relatives of Outer Disciples or of Inner Disciples, and every one of them was thriving.

Who would have thought this guy had connections too?

At that realization, the servant disciples who had still been considering reporting Chen Xun to Xu Yang could only swallow their broken teeth along with their grievances.

Smack.

Suddenly, Chen Xun shook off Xu Yang's hand and declared loudly, "They haven't apologized to this humble scholar. This humble scholar isn't leaving."

Xu Yang: "..."

The servant disciples: "..."

Hearing Chen Xun's words and observing his expression, the disciples finally understood. He really was not right in the head...

Xu Yang asked gravely, "What did they do that they need to apologize to you for?"

Xu Yang could have figured out with his backside that Chen Xun must have started the trouble.

Chen Xun folded his arms and raised his head haughtily, saying nothing.

"Uh, Senior Brother, here's what happened. We really didn't offend him! He started making a racket in the Martial Arena and disturbed our cultivation. Please judge this fairly, Senior Brother!"

One disciple hurriedly explained.

Xu Yang glanced at the other servant disciples and saw them all nodding rapidly, confirming that it was absolutely true.

"Well..." Xu Yang was in a bind. But at the thought of Zhao Ting, he gave a dry cough and said, "You'd better apologize to him anyway."

What?

The servant disciples froze for a moment, then indignation rose within them.

This was far too unfair!

But given Xu Yang's status, the disciples who had been forced out of their cultivation states could only swallow their anger. Deciding that less trouble was better than more, they prepared to apologize over the incident.

Before they could apologize, however, Xu Yang's next words made them feel considerably better.

"Junior brothers and sisters, I'm sure you've noticed that Chen Xun isn't quite right in the head. His thinking is worlds apart from that of ordinary people. I hope you'll be understanding and consider it a favor to your senior brother."

Xu Yang sighed and cupped his hands.

So this lunatic was called Chen Xun?

After Xu Yang's explanation, everyone understood. It seemed Chen Xun really was a lunatic.

What puzzled them, however, was why the sect would accept a lunatic as a disciple.

Even if he was only a servant disciple, it still should not have happened.

"Chen Xun, we apologize."

The disciples sighed.

Chen Xun panicked and took a step back, hurriedly cupping his hands as he said in shock, "You are all far too kind! This humble scholar is unworthy of such an apology!"

"..."

The disciples were numb. He was the one who had demanded an apology. Now that they had apologized, what was this performance supposed to mean?

They could not help looking at Xu Yang with mournful faces, every expression asking, Senior Brother, what exactly does he want?

He really was a fucking lunatic!

To be fair, once they knew Chen Xun truly was mad, the disciples were no longer particularly angry with him. It was all understandable.

Chen Xun had left Xu Yang feeling rather awkward too. He cupped his hands to the crowd once more, then pulled Chen Xun out of the Martial Arena without another word.

Watching Xu Yang drag Chen Xun away, the disciples' faces were covered in bitter smiles.

They could see it now. With this lunatic Chen Xun around, Servant Disciple Peak would be a lot livelier from now on.