Dawn broke over Dustwind Hidden Valley, but it didn't feel like a normal sunrise.
The air was— too clean.
Too sharp.
Too orderly.
Like even the wind had been forced into proper formation.
A faint hum lingered across the sect grounds…
the kind that made cultivators straighten their backs automatically.
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⭐ 1. A Pressure None Could Understand
Lin Ruyin stepped outside for morning training—
—and froze.
"...Uhh… the courtyard is… symmetrical?"
Indeed.
The stones were arranged in perfect geometric patterns.
The trees stood in exact, even spacing.
Even the morning mist drifted in parallel lines.
Jin Haru nearly dropped his mop.
"E-everything… corrected itself… overnight?!"
Lady Yuehua wiped her forehead.
"This pressure… it feels like an ancient immortal is nearby…"
Gu Wenhai swallowed hard.
"No… It's her.
Ancestor Miyu awoke last night."
They trembled in unison.
The girl they thought was a sleepy child…
…had returned with a terrifying new aura.
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⭐ 2. Miyu Steps Out — and Reality Fixes Itself
The door of Miyu's room opened.
She walked out hugging her pillow, barefoot, hair slightly tousled—
yet her aura was calm, precise… ancient.
With each of her small steps:
✔ crooked stones straightened
✔ slanted leaves reorganized
✔ dust disintegrated into light
✔ disciples' spines aligned automatically
Jin Haru yelped as his posture snapped into perfection again.
"A-AHH—! THANK YOU, ANCESTOR!! I CAN'T FEEL MY BACK!!"
Miyu blinked at him.
"…Your posture was offensive."
Jin Haru cried tears of joy.
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⭐ 3. A Divine Presence Appears — Solene's Return
A golden spark floated behind Miyu—
soft, glowing, elegant.
Unknown.
Unrecorded.
Unmistakably divine.
Lin Ruyin gasped.
"E-eh?! What is THAT?! A spirit?!"
Jin Haru stumbled backward.
"A heavenly fairy?? No—A guardian deity??"
Lady Yuehua clasped her trembling hands.
"Ancestor… you've summoned a celestial being?!"
The golden spark drifted gracefully toward Miyu and bowed.
"Master. Your aura is stabilizing.
Dream-Order Artifact synchronization: 82%."
Dead silence.
Then—
"MASTER??!"
"THE FAIRY CALLED HER MASTER!!"
"WE REALLY HAVE A DIVINE CLEANING GODDESS IN OUR SECT!!"
Solene continued ignoring everyone else.
"Master, please allow me to maintain your environment."
A wave of purifying qi swept the courtyard—
disciples' impurities evaporated like steam.
They nearly fainted.
Lady Yuehua whispered,
"…Is this… a heavenly attendant…?"
Miyu simply nodded.
"…She's mine."
The sect collectively ascended in fear and worship.
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⭐ 4. Yin Huani Has a Complete Crisis
On a tree branch, Yin Huani watched, stunned.
"That spark… it isn't a spirit.
It's compressed divine qi…
A servant of an ancient master…"
She hugged the branch.
"That child isn't a prodigy.
She's a calamity wearing pajamas."
Then she slipped.
Fell face-first into a bush.
Miyu's gaze flicked toward her.
"…Your stealth technique is flawed."
Yin Huani wanted to crawl into the earth.
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⭐ 5. The Sect Receives the Ancestor's Correction
Miyu stopped at the center of the courtyard.
She looked around slowly—
taking in the uneven angles, crooked tiles, flawed woodwork.
"…This sect is crooked."
Every disciple panicked.
"A-Ancestor, we clean every day!!"
"We sweep before breakfast!!"
"We wash our faces TWICE!!"
Miyu sighed softly, like an ancient master disappointed in children.
"I will correct it."
She pressed her foot gently onto the ground.
A wave of pale light expanded across Dustwind Valley.
> SHIFT—
CRACK—
HUM—
The main hall moved three centimeters to the left.
The courtyard realigned to perfect feng shui.
Meditation rooms faced the sunrise correctly.
The latrine developed divine ventilation.
The sect gaped.
Jin Haru wept.
"It's so… beautiful…"
Lady Yuehua bowed so low her forehead touched the ground.
"This… this is divine-level architecture technique…"
Solene nodded.
"Master invented it."
Miyu paused.
Fragmented memories flickered again.
"…Maybe."
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⭐ 6. A Small Emotional Moment
A small figure ran forward—
Baoxiang, the little orphan disciple clutching his mop.
"Ancestor… are you… okay?"
Miyu blinked at him.
His mop was crooked.
Dirty.
Struggling.
Unacceptable.
She tapped it.
The mop straightened into perfect alignment.
Its fibers glowed.
A purifying charm etched itself along the handle.
It evolved into a Low-Heaven Cleaning Treasure.
Baoxiang gasped.
"M-my mop… awakened?!"
"Tools should not hinder effort," Miyu said calmly.
The boy burst into tears.
The elders cried too.
Even Yin Huani sniffled.
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⭐ 7. The System Starts Panicking
Lazy-chan popped out, sweating spirit-light.
"H-Host!! You're glowing way too much!
If you shine any harder, higher realms will NOTICE—!!"
Miyu stared.
Lazy-chan froze.
"A-ahh…! H-Hehe… N-nothing to worry about, Host! Everything is fine! Totally fine! Perfectly fine!"
Miyu narrowed her eyes.
"…Later."
Lazy-chan turned ghost-white.
Solene smirked (as much as a golden spark can smirk).
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⭐ 8. Ending — The Ancestor Begins Sect Training
Miyu walked toward the training ground, pillow in hand—
Not as a child.
Not as a confused reincarnator.
But as an ancient perfectionist returning to her rightful place.
Lin Ruyin whispered:
"A-Ancestor… w-will you train us today…?"
Miyu nodded calmly.
"…I will correct all of you."
Dustwind Sect trembling in fear:
"…W-we're going to die…"
Jin Haru:
"…But… beautifully…"
Miyu's gaze sharpened.
"Form lines.
Equal spacing.
1.5 meters.
No leaning."
They scrambled into formation like terrified ducklings.
Solene hovered proudly.
"The Master has finally returned."
The morning sun rose behind Miyu, casting her in golden light—
A small girl with an ancient soul.
An ancestor forged from 10,000 years of order.
And Dustwind Sect?
It belonged to her now.