Is It Wrong to Bully the Novice Village for System Rewards?

Chapter 205: Bro, Isn’t Your Train of Thought Just Too Bizarre?

“Junior Sister Shen, Big Qi was brought here by me. Whether he is qualified is not for you to decide.”

Ji Chan’er stepped in front of Qi Yuan without hesitation, her voice cool.

“Furthermore, the Sect Leader’s decree states that any disciple may attempt the puzzles, including those from the Outer Sect. What right do you have to stop him?”

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Even the densest demonic cultivator could smell the gunpowder.

Curious gazes locked onto Qi Yuan. Who was this guy? A mere Foundation Building disciple, yet he stood at the center of a storm involving two peerless prodigies?

Thanks to the Shen family’s suppression of information, the kidnapping incident hadn’t fully leaked yet. Most people here didn’t know who “Big Qi” was.

Facing the scrutiny, Qi Yuan smiled calmly. He stepped out from behind Ji Chan’er.

“Senior Sister Shen, to be honest, I only came to the Inner Sect to purchase some ‘Spirit Talismans’ for self-defense. I heard there was excitement here, so I tagged along to broaden my horizons. If I caused offense, I hope you can be magnanimous.”

To the crowd, his words sounded humble and polite—a junior trying to de-escalate a conflict.

But to Shen Xingxuan, the words “Spirit Talismans” hit like a hammer. It was a blatant threat: Back off, or I release the video.

Her face paled. Her arrogant aura deflated visibly. She gritted her teeth, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

“Senior Sister Ji… I was abrupt. Please… do not take it to heart.”

She had to endure. Until she got that Recording Talisman back, she was his puppet.

Just wait, she thought venomously. Once I have it, I will make you beg for death.

“Oh?” Ji Chan’er blinked, surprised by the sudden surrender. She smiled sweetly. “Junior Sister Shen is too polite. It was just a misunderstanding. I wouldn’t hold a grudge.”

The crowd was bewildered. Shen Xingxuan, the notorious “Little Demoness” known for her vengeful temper, actually backed down? What was going on?

Even the Mission Hall Master frowned, glancing at his niece in confusion.

While the atmosphere was weird, Qi Yuan seized the moment. He swaggered up to the statue and, with zero fanfare, extended two fingers in a “V” sign.

Scissors.

The next moment, the world shifted.

The statue erupted with blinding light, illuminating the entire hall.

Crack—Crack—

The indestructible stone maiden began to crumble. The dust didn’t fall; instead, it swirled into a cyan vortex. From the center, a diamond-shaped artifact floated down, humming with ancient power.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The crowd stared, eyes popping out of their sockets.

Holy shit!

Qi Yuan himself was startled. He had just wanted to test his theory.

It really was Rock-Paper-Scissors.

He felt a wave of profound speechlessness.

Gomoku. Rock-Paper-Scissors. Third-grade math.

This “ancient ruin” isn’t a trial; it’s a playground.

Did the transmigrator do this out of boredom? Or was he just lazy? If he had at least used Sudoku, I’d respect him. But this? This is insulting my intelligence.

While Qi Yuan lamented the low standards of his predecessor, the hall exploded into chaos.

“W-what just happened?”

“The puzzle… it’s solved!”

“What did he do? I missed it!”

“He just… stuck out two fingers! And the statue shattered! It’s unbelievable!”

The Mission Hall Master snapped out of his daze. He snatched the key fragment from the air and turned to Qi Yuan, his eyes wide with shock and suspicion.

“Big Qi! What was that gesture? Why did extending two fingers trigger the mechanism?”

Everyone leaned in, ears pricked. Even Shen Xingxuan stared at him, disbelief warring with frustration.

Her family had studied this statue for ten thousand years. The Sect Leader had tried to crack it. Sages had wept over it.

And this… this scoundrel solved it with a casual gesture?

Blind luck! she screamed internally. It has to be!

Qi Yuan scratched his head, putting on a look of innocent embarrassment.

“Reporting to Hall Master Shen… I don’t really know. I just noticed the statue’s hand was open flat. It looked like a piece of Paper (Cloth).”

“So, I thought… Scissors cut Paper. I made a scissor shape with my fingers, and… well, it worked.”

The Mission Hall Master’s mouth twitched.

The crowd looked like they had swallowed flies.

What is this kid’s brain made of?

Scissors cut Paper? Are we playing kindergarten games?

And the worst part is… HE WAS RIGHT!

The gazes directed at Qi Yuan shifted from awe to a strange mix of envy, jealousy, and… pity.

Bro. Your train of thought isn’t just unique. It’s clinically insane.

Is this the legendary “Mental Patients Have Broad Minds”?