Dustwind Hidden Valley Sect had never been this bright.
The disciples sat in neat rows, cultivating with faces glowing like tiny suns.
Golden qi drifted over the valley.
The air shimmered.
Even the cabbage patch radiated divine warmth.
All of this… because one girl had casually rewritten their cultivation manual yesterday.
Jin Haru gasped as another breakthrough hit him.
"AGAIN?! AM I JUST GOING TO BREAK THROUGH FOREVER NOW?!"
Lin Ruyin floated half a meter off the ground.
"This… this cultivation speed… it doesn't even feel real."
Gu Wenhai wiped tears from his eyes.
"Our Dustwind… after so many years… finally rising…"
But his joy lasted exactly **four seconds**.
Because—
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The front gate shook so hard the trees bowed and the birds evacuated the valley.
Jin Haru jumped.
"S-Sect Master! Someone's coming!"
Gu Wenhai rushed forward.
His smile died instantly.
Three enormous groups stood outside Dustwind's entrance.
Banners. Armored elites. Killing intent rolling like thunder.
Gu Wenhai's knees weakened.
"T-Those are… THE THREE GREAT SECTS…"
Dustwind disciples collectively felt their souls leave their bodies.
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✨ THE FIRST SECT — IRON MOUNTAIN
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A lineup of muscular cultivators stood like walking mountains.
Their leader: **Elder Bronze Fist** — tall, thick, stone-skinned.
At his side: **Steel Fang**, known for metal fists and zero brain cells.
Bronze Fist snorted.
"So THIS is the source of the divine light? This tiny cabbage farm?"
Steel Fang cracked his knuckles.
"Hah. I could break this place with one punch."
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✨ THE SECOND SECT — FLOWING FEATHER VALLEY
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Graceful figures floated on feather-like qi.
Leader: **Mistress Lian Yue**, icy beauty with a fan.
Her disciple: **Ruo Hong**, spear genius and professional show-off.
Lian Yue sighed.
"Hard to imagine divinity came from such a shabby place."
Ruo Hong nodded arrogantly.
"If there's treasure, we'll take it."
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✨ THE THIRD SECT — STORM BLADE PAVILION
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Sword qi tore through the air like invisible blades.
Leader: **Elder Han Yijun**, calm yet dangerous.
Disciple: **Yun Shou**, sword prodigy with too much confidence.
Han Yijun's voice was cold.
"Dustwind. Bring out your treasure."
Yun Shou smiled lightly.
"Or we'll level the valley."
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Gu Wenhai stepped forward, trembling.
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"E-Esteemed elders—"
SMACK!!!
Bronze Fist slapped him with spiritual force.
Gu Wenhai flew into the dirt.
Lin Ruyin screamed, "Sect Master!!"
Bronze Fist raised his aura.
"Hand over the divine object, or your sect is dust."
Lian Yue pointed her fan.
"We sensed a divine revelation here."
Han Yijun's sword hummed dangerously.
"Refuse, and perish."
Dustwind disciples shook.
Jin Haru whispered, "T-They think we have a treasure…"
Lin Ruyin gulped.
"But we only have—"
A soft sound cut through the tension.
"...mmmnn…"
Silence.
The wind stopped.
Even the birds in the distance froze mid-flight.
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✨ MIYU HAS ENTERED THE CHAT
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A small girl wandered into the courtyard.
Messy hair.
Pajamas.
Bare feet.
Hugging her pillow.
Miyu blinked sleepily.
The three great sects stared.
Steel Fang laughed instantly.
"THIS is the guardian of Dustwind?! A child? In pajamas?!"
Ruo Hong scoffed.
"What a farce."
Yun Shou smirked.
"Cute. But worthless."
Dustwind disciples turned pale.
Lin Ruyin whispered, "D-Don't provoke her…"
Jin Haru trembled.
"Why must people COURT DEATH so eagerly?!"
Miyu looked at the intruders.
Blink.
Blink.
She raised one small hand.
"…Noisy."
Bronze Fist frowned.
"What did you just—"
Miyu pointed directly at him.
"…Dirty."
Dead silence.
Lian Yue raised an eyebrow.
"Are you insulting—"
Miyu pointed at Flowing Feather Valley.
"…Smelly."
Ruo Hong choked.
"M-ME?! SMELLY?!"
Then she pointed at the sword cultivators.
"…Messy."
Yun Shou's face reddened.
"You dare—"
Miyu's eyebrow twitched.
Dustwind disciples instantly dove behind rocks.
Gu Wenhai whispered his final prayer.
"It's over."
Too late.
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✨ CLEAN FREAK MODE: DOOMSDAY VERSION
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A golden tidal wave erupted from Miyu.
WHOOSH—!!!
Iron Mountain armor dissolved into sparkles.
Steel Fang's metal fists disintegrated into shiny bubbles.
Lian Yue's robes stiffened into immaculate holy cloth.
Ruo Hong's spear turned into a divine feather duster.
Yun Shou spun through the air like laundry in a storm.
Han Yijun's sword transformed into a glowing Heavenly Toothbrush.
The earth shook.
The mountains quivered.
A crater formed beneath the three sects' feet.
Dustwind disciples clung to anything solid.
"She's purifying them alive!!"
"THE ANCESTOR IS TOO STRONG!!!"
"EVERYONE HOLD ON—THE AIR IS TOO CLEAN—!!"
Then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A second pulse fired.
The six elite cultivators shot into the sky like screaming fireworks.
They flew over forests…
Over rivers…
Over three unlucky villages…
And crashed into a distant mountain range.
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✨ FAR AWAY — THE AFTERMATH
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Bronze Fist coughed out dust.
"Wh… what… was that…"
Lian Yue hugged her shining robes.
"We… we cannot provoke that child…"
Han Yijun stared at his toothbrush-sword with hollow eyes.
"We retreat. Immediately."
All three great sects fled in fear.
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✨ BACK IN DUSTwind
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Miyu yawned.
"…Noisy."
She turned around and walked back into her room.
"…Sleep."
The door closed.
The sect was silent for three seconds.
Then—
Lin Ruyin exploded into tears.
"SHE BEAT THREE GREAT SECTS IN HER PAJAMAS!!!"
Jin Haru pumped his fist.
"We're INVINCIBLE!"
Gu Wenhai dropped to his knees.
"A-Ancestor Miyu… your power… your grace… your sleepiness…"
He took a deep breath.
"We now fear no sects…
no clans…
no kingdoms…"
The disciples nodded proudly.
Then Gu Wenhai whispered:
"…We fear only dirt."
The entire sect bowed toward Miyu's room.
"Bless us, Ancestor…"
The golden age of Dustwind had officially begun.