Dustwind Hidden Valley Sect had never been so bright.
The disciples glowed with sunlight-like qi as they practiced the Celestial Solar Heart Manual created by their newly worshipped ancestor, Miyu. Even the air shimmered.
Jin Haru gasped as another breakthrough hit him.
"I'm—breaking through AGAIN?!"
Lin Ruyin stood in the courtyard, surrounded by a halo of golden warmth.
"This cultivation speed… it's unbelievable."
Gu Wenhai wiped tears from his eyes.
"Our sect… finally rising…"
Until—
BOOOOOOM!
A deafening explosion shook the front gate.
Trees bowed. Birds scattered. Dust rose.
Jin Haru jumped.
"S-Sect Master! Someone is coming!"
Gu Wenhai rushed forward—and his face drained of color.
Three massive forces stood at the entrance.
Banners. Weapons. Killing intent.
The disciples of Dustwind trembled.
"The Three Great Sects…" Gu Wenhai whispered.
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The First Sect: Iron Mountain Sect
A group of muscular cultivators in black and bronze armor stood like walking mountains.
Leading them was:
Elder Bronze Fist — a giant man with stone-like skin.
At his side:
Steel Fang, a cocky disciple with metal-coated fists.
Bronze Fist snorted.
"So this weak sect suddenly shines with divine light? Ridiculous."
Steel Fang cracked his knuckles.
"Let's smash the place."
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The Second Sect: Flowing Feather Valley
Graceful figures floated as if they stepped on air.
Their leader:
Mistress Lian Yue, a breathtaking beauty with icy eyes and a fan in hand.
Beside her:
Ruo Hong, a prideful spear genius.
Lian Yue sighed.
"To think the divine aura came from this shabby place…"
Ruo Hong rolled his eyes.
"Let's take whatever they found."
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The Third Sect: Storm Blade Pavilion
Sword qi filled the air like sharp wind blades.
Leading them:
Sword Elder Han Yijun, calm yet deadly.
At his side:
Yun Shou, a young sword prodigy.
Han Yijun eyed the sect coldly.
"Show us your treasure, or face destruction."
Yun Shou smirked.
"This will be easy."
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Gu Wenhai stepped forward, trembling.
"E-esteemed guests, w-we welcome y—"
SMACK!
Bronze Fist slapped him away with spiritual force.
Gu Wenhai crashed into the dirt, coughing blood.
Lin Ruyin and Jin Haru ran to help him.
"Sect Master!"
Bronze Fist raised his aura.
"Enough talk. Hand over the treasure."
Lian Yue pointed her fan.
"We sensed a divine phenomenon here last night."
Han Yijun's sword hummed with killing intent.
"Refuse, and your sect is erased."
Fear fell over Dustwind.
Jin Haru whispered, "They think we have a hidden treasure…"
Lin Ruyin clenched her fists.
"But we only have—"
A soft voice cut her off.
"…Mnnn…"
The entire mountain quieted.
Disciples froze.
Three great sects stiffened.
Gu Wenhai nearly fainted.
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Miyu Appears
Miyu walked into the courtyard in her pajamas.
Hair messy. Eyes half-shut. Hugging her pillow.
Steel Fang burst out laughing.
"THIS is your protector?! A little girl?"
Ruo Hong scoffed.
"What a joke."
Yun Shou smirked.
"Cute, but useless."
Lin Ruyin felt her soul leave her body.
"No… don't provoke her…"
Jin Haru whispered in terror.
"They're all going to die…"
Miyu looked at the six elite cultivators.
Blink.
Blink.
"…Noisy."
Bronze Fist frowned.
"What?"
Miyu pointed lazily at him.
"…Dirty."
The air froze.
Lian Yue's eyebrow twitched.
"Excuse me?"
Miyu pointed at Flowing Feather.
"…Smelly."
Ruo Hong choked.
"S-smelly?!"
Then Miyu pointed at the Storm Blade group.
"…Messy."
Yun Shou's face turned red in fury.
"You dare insult—"
Her eyebrow twitched.
Danger.
Gu Wenhai screamed internally.
"EVERYONE RUN!!"
But it was too late.
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Clean Freak Mode
A brilliant wave of golden cleansing qi exploded.
The world turned white.
WHOOSH—!!!
Armor from Iron Mountain dissolved into glittering dust.
Steel Fang's metal fists melted into shiny silver orbs.
Lian Yue's robes stiffened into holy white plates.
Ruo Hong's spear transformed into a sparkling feather duster.
Yun Shou was blown into the air like laundry.
Han Yijun's sword turned into a heavenly toothbrush.
The ground shook.
Mountains trembled.
A crater formed beneath their feet.
Dustwind disciples hid behind rocks.
"She's purified them alive!"
"Ancestor Miyu is terrifying!"
"EVERYONE HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!"
A second pulse of cleansing light erupted.
BOOOOOM!!!
All six elite cultivators launched into the sky like shooting stars.
They crashed miles away—
rolling across mountains and smashing through trees before landing in a steaming crater.
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Far Away…
Bronze Fist coughed out dust.
"Wh-what… was… that…?"
Lian Yue clutched her glowing robes.
"We… we cannot provoke that child…"
Han Yijun stared at his toothbrush-sword.
"We retreat. Immediately."
All three sects fled in terror.
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Back in Dustwind
Miyu yawned.
"…Noisy."
She turned and walked back to her room.
"…Sleep."
The door closed.
Silence filled the sect.
Then—
The disciples burst into tears.
Lin Ruyin sobbed,
"She wiped out three sects in one yawn!"
Jin Haru pumped his fist.
"We're unstoppable!"
Gu Wenhai dropped to his knees, overwhelmed.
"Ancestor Miyu… your power is beyond understanding…"
He took a deep breath.
"From now on…"
The disciples leaned in.
"We fear no sects."
"We fear no elders."
"We fear no clans."
They nodded proudly.
Then he whispered:
"We fear only… dirt."
The entire sect bowed toward Miyu's room.
"Bless us, Ancestor…"