Rumors had spread too far.
Pilgrims came.
Cultivators begged.
Merchants prayed to cabbages.
Dustwind's name echoed across villages and cities like a divine sneeze.
Naturally…
Someone wanted to test it.
Because people in the Murim world had one thing in common:
They could not mind their own business.
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⭐ 1. THE SUSPECT "GUESTS"
A group of four cultivators approached Dustwind's gate at noon.
Matching robes.
Matching swords.
Matching arrogant faces.
Jin Haru squinted.
"Who… who are they?"
Lin Ruyin recognized the symbol on their clothes and gasped.
"That's the **Grey Ash Sect**! They're a tiny sect… but they're known for stealing manuals and pretending to be stronger than they are!"
Gu Wenhai paled.
"Oh no… those kinds of people are the worst…"
The Grey Ash leader stepped forward with a sneer.
He cupped fist toward Dustwind… mockingly.
"We greet the great Dustwind Sect," he said without bowing.
Behind him, one disciple laughed.
"Nice cabbages. Very intimidating."
Another scoffed.
"So this is the place where a child beat great sects? Hah! Rumor exaggeration."
The fourth whispered loudly on purpose,
"Maybe they bribed someone to spread stories."
Jin Haru bristled.
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK—"
Lin Ruyin grabbed him by the collar.
"NO! We can't start a fight! That is exactly what they want!"
Gu Wenhai trembled before stepping forward.
"S-Sirs… Dustwind has nothing of value. Please leave peacefully."
The Grey Ash leader smirked.
"Oh? Nothing of value?"
He lifted his sword.
"Then why do I sense divine fluctuations? Hidden treasures? Forbidden manuals? Or perhaps—"
He looked toward Miyu's room.
"—a heavenly child?"
Dustwind disciples collectively broke into cold sweat.
Jin Haru whispered,
"He's going to die…"
Lin Ruyin whispered back,
"Should… should we warn him?"
Jin Haru shook his head.
"No. He made his choice."
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⭐ 2. MIYU WANDERS OUT (AS ALWAYS)
A soft creak.
The door opened.
Miyu walked out, hugging her pillow, eyes half-lidded from a nap.
Her pajamas had small sun patterns.
Her hair had bed fluff.
A leaf was stuck to her sleeve.
The Grey Ash cultivators froze.
The leader blinked.
"That's… the divine ancestor?"
One disciple whispered,
"She looks like… a sleepy child."
Another whispered,
"She's adorable. How dangerous can she—"
Miyu stopped walking.
She slowly raised her head.
Her eyes, half-open, landed on them.
"…Who."
Her voice was soft.
Too soft.
Jin Haru clung to Lin Ruyin.
"She said THE WORD."
Lin Ruyin trembled.
"May heaven protect their souls…"
The Grey Ash leader stepped forward.
"We are here to test Dustwind. If you truly have power—show it."
Miyu blinked once.
Then frowned.
"…Dusty."
The air temperature dropped a degree.
The disciples screamed internally.
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⭐ 3. CLEAN FREAK MODE — MINIMAL EFFORT EDITION
The Grey Ash leader laughed nervously.
"D-Dusty? Are you insulting our sect—"
Miyu lifted one hand.
Not even a gesture.
Just a lazy raising of fingers.
The system chimed.
> [MINOR CLEANLINESS CORRECTION ACTIVATED]
> [PURIFYING LOCAL AREA…]
A soft gust of golden wind swept forward.
It didn't roar.
It didn't explode.
It didn't tremble the earth.
It was gentle.
Silent.
Almost cute.
And yet—
The Grey Ash Sect's robes dissolved into shining dust.
Their swords turned into silver ribbons.
Their hair straightened into perfect symmetry.
Their meridians realigned violently.
Their impurities evaporated.
One disciple grew an extra spiritual root by accident.
The leader screamed,
"WHAT IS THIS—MY SWORD—!!"
Another disciple cried,
"I CAN SEE MY REFLECTION IN MY SKIN—IT'S TOO CLEAN—!!"
A third wailed,
"MY CULTIVATION IS RISING—MAKE IT STOP—!!!"
The last fainted.
He was the lucky one.
The gust faded.
The four collapsed into a heap of trembling, purified cultivators.
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⭐ 4. APOLOGY SPEEDRUN
The leader scrambled to his knees.
"I-I apologize! I WAS WRONG! PLEASE LET US LEAVE!"
He kowtowed so hard the ground squeaked.
"We meant no harm! Dustwind is mighty! Dustwind is holy! Dustwind is—"
His follower elbowed him.
"PROMOTE HER! PROMOTE HER QUICKLY!"
The leader screamed,
"GREAT ANCESTOR MIYU, YOU ARE A SAINT ABOVE SAINTS!"
Miyu blinked.
"…Noisy."
They fainted again.
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⭐ 5. WORLD MISINTERPRETATION #999
News spread instantly:
• "Dustwind purifies invaders with mercy."
• "A single gesture made an entire sect ascend."
• "Dustwind's ancestor can change your destiny."
• "Don't provoke the cute one. She ends you."
A wandering monk wrote:
"Truly, she is the Cleanliness Bodhisattva reborn."
A king declared:
"Send offerings! And clean the palace first!"
A demon lord whispered:
"…She's awake? No. No, no, no."
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⭐ 6. BACK IN DUSTWIND
Gu Wenhai collapsed to his knees again.
"Ancestor… thank you for sparing them…"
Jin Haru pumped his fist.
"That was the softest attack I've ever seen! And they STILL almost died!"
Lin Ruyin sighed.
"I hope future visitors understand…"
Miyu walked back inside, already forgetting what happened.
"…Sleepy."
She closed the door.
A soft wave of cleansing qi washed across the valley.
The disciples sparkled again.
Gu Wenhai murmured,
"A blessing… every nap…"
Dustwind's legend continued.
END OF CHAPTER 8