Walker Of The Worlds Chapter 3828: Catastrophically Urgent

The wild peak disciples genuinely treated servants well.

Unfortunately... They also generated approximately half the janitorial division’s yearly workload.

Training grounds required rebuilding daily, walls mysteriously exploded, roads cracked with their every step, courtyards sank whenever they plopped onto a bed and dining halls occasionally lost roofs when someone cheered too hard.

One memorable incident involved someone sneezing. The resulting repair order had lasted three months. The supervisor had personally overseen repairs after High Elder Shatter Peak had allegedly attempted to demonstrate proper breathing techniques.

Three buildings required reconstruction.

Nobody questioned how breathing acplished that and nobody wanted the answer.

And just as the supervisor continued sweating...

Crash!

A wooden bucket suddenly hit the ground as water splashed across the stone floor. Everyone turned and saw a young servant woman stood frozen nearby. Her finger pointed directly toward Lin Mu.

Her eyes looked ready to pop out. "D... Disciple Little Bull?!"

Lin Mu immediately recognized her as she had served food during last night’s feast. She had been one of the servants carrying enormous trays toward the Wild Peak dining hall.

"Oh!" Lin Mu smiled brightly. "Hi!"

He happily waved.

The servant girl looked ready to faint.

"No!"

"I mean..."

"Yes!"

"I mean..."

She gave up trying to form proper sentences before rushing over at full speed.

"Supervisor!" She nearly collided with the supervisor. "He’s telling the truth!"

The supervisor turned stiffly. "...He is?"

"Yes!"

"I served dinner at Wild Peak yesterday!"

"He arrived with High Elder Shatter Peak!"

"He really is Disciple Little Bull! He’s the new recruit!"

The supervisor’s face immediately lost all color as his mouth slowly opened.

"...High Elder..." Then closed and then opened again. "...Shatter Peak?"

The servant girl nodded so hard her ponytail whipped around.

"Yes!"

"He personally brought Disciple Little Bull back!"

"There was a weling feast!"

"The whole peak was celebrating!"

The supervisor suddenly remembered something.

Yesterday several emergency repair notices from Wild Peak had been delayed. The entire division had been discussing why. Someone had mentioned a new disciple. Remembering that, his eyes slowly drifted back toward Lin Mu.

"...You’re that Little Bull?"

Lin Mu nodded honestly. "I think so."

The supervisor immediately straightened his posture. His expression became one of utmost professionalism and his voice changed entirely.

"Disciple Little Bull! My deepest apologies! I failed to recognize you!"

"It’s okay." Lin Mu scratched his head. "I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear either."

The supervisor almost cried. ’Wild Peak... Of course nobody told him...’

The servant girl couldn’t help laughing. "Our peak’s disciples really forgot again."

Another servant nearby sighed. "They always do."

"They remember to wrestle immortal beasts."

"They remember seven meals."

"They forget paperwork."

A different servant added. "They once forgot a disciple for three months."

Lin Mu raised his eyebrows. "...They forgot someone?"

"They thought he was already training." The servant nodded seriously. "He thought nobody wanted him. He spent three months punching waterfalls. They only realized after someone asked why there was suddenly a canyon behind the mountain."

Lin Mu stared silently. ’...That actually sounds believable.’

"Disciple Little Bull!" The supervisor hurriedly clasped his hands. "Please forgive my earlier misunderstanding."

"I thought..." He hesitated.

Lin Mu smiled. "You thought I came to carry boxes."

"...Yes."

Little Bull scratched his cheek. "I probably could."

The supervisor immediately pictured Little Bull carrying an entire warehouse on his shoulder. "...You probably could."

Several nearby servants also nodded instinctively. Nobody doubted it anymore.

"Oh!" The servant girl suddenly gasped. "You still haven’t received your disciple robes!"

"No." Lin Mu nodded. "I also don’t have a disciple token."

The supervisor’s eyes twitched violently.

"...You don’t?"

"No."

"...Your registration?"

"I don’t think I have one."

"...Orientation?"

"No."

"...Manual?"

"No."

"...Housing records?"

"I picked an empty room."

"...Assigned cultivation technique?"

"No."

"Oh heavens..." The supervisor slowly covered his face. "They really forgot everything."

"Quick." He looked toward the servant girl. "Notify Administration. We need someone from disciple registration, immediately."

She saluted instinctively. "Yes!"

Then she stopped. "...Should I mark it urgent?"

The supervisor looked at Lin Mu, then toward the distant Wild Peak and then back again. His expression became extraordinarily serious.

"No." He corrected himself.

"Mark it as..." He swallowed. "...Catastrophically urgent."

Everyone nearby nodded solemnly. A few seconds later somewhere deep within the Fifth Janitorial Division... A bell suddenly began ringing.

Not because of danger, not because of invasion and not because of an emergency; instead it rang because someone had just realized...

The Heavenly Stream Guardian Sect had accidentally forgotten to officially register the disciple who had caused an elder brawl, been personally kidnapped by High Elder Shatter Peak... and was currently wandering around the sect pletely undocumented.

Little Bull had initially assumed that, after explaining the misunderstanding, he would simply be pointed toward the Administrative Division and continue on his way. That seemed like the simplest solution.

After all, he merely needed someone to plete his registration, hand him a disciple token and perhaps point him toward wherever High Elder Shatter Peak had wandered off to. Instead, the moment he suggested leaving, the entire Janitorial Division seemed to react as though he had announced his intention to ignite one of the sect’s warehouses.

"I can just go there myself," Little Bull said innocently, pointing toward the distant roads leading deeper into the Inner Court. "You already told them."

The servant supervisor immediately shook his head so vigorously that his hat nearly flew off. "No!"

Little Bull blinked. "...No?"

"No." The supervisor repeated, this time with even greater conviction. "Disciple Little Bull, with all due respect, please stay exactly where you are."

"Why?"

The supervisor forced a smile. "It... is safer."

Little Bull scratched his head. "For me?"

"For everyone." the supervisor answered instinctively before realizing what he had just admitted.

Several servants nearby nodded unconsciously.

The supervisor quickly coughed. "I mean... for the paperwork."

Little Bull merely tilted his head. "I don’t understand."

The supervisor silently thanked the heavens that the young man truly lived up to his reputation.

If this had been another disciple, he would have realized that everyone was terrified of what might happen if an officially unregistered Wild Peak disciple wandered around the Inner Court asking strangers where things were.

The amount of explanations and reports that would generate could easily consume several days.