The Grand Assembly arena buzzed with energy.
Clans lined the stone platforms. Sect flags fluttered dramatically. Spirit beasts roared, shaking the air.
Dustwind Sect, however, stood quietly in formation…
Because Aurelius had "sterilized the arena" at dawn.
The stone tiles gleamed so brightly that several elders slipped and fell.
A Celestial Tyrant disciple cried:
"I CAN SEE MY FUTURE IN THE FLOOR—!!!"
Auntie Bao proudly polished her mop.
"You're welcome, children."
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⭐ 1. Miyu Arrives — And Everyone Stops Breathing
Miyu walked toward the arena, hugging her pillow, her half-awakened ancient aura softly humming around her.
The moment she stepped onto the platform—
WHOOM—
A wave of precise, elegant pressure rippled outward.
Not violent.
Not overwhelming.
Just… unbearably clean.
So clean it hurt.
Lin Ruyin whispered:
"That's the aura she used when she fixed the latrine's feng shui…"
Jin Haru nodded, trembling:
"I felt my sins evaporate…"
Across the arena, disciples from other sects collapsed to their knees.
"It burns—!!" "My impurities—!!!" "Why do I feel like my soul is being vacuumed?!"
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⭐ 2. The First Opponent Enters… and Immediately Loses
The first match: Dustwind Miyu vs. Iron Bone Cliff's #4 Senior Brother
A bulky teen stepped on stage, muscles rippling, confidence high.
He pointed at Miyu.
"I won't go easy. I—"
Miyu breathed.
A soft inhale.
A gentle exhale.
The air purified.
The boy's aura shattered like fragile glass.
He dropped to his knees.
"A-A-Ah—
S-sorry!!!
I FORFEIT!!!
PLEASE DON'T FIX MY POSTURE—IT HURTS—!!!"
The judge blinked.
"…Winner: Dustwind Miyu?"
The entire stadium:
"ALREADY?!!"
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⭐ 3. Second Opponent — A Genius This Time
The Golden Spear Pavilion's young genius entered next.
A prodigy.
Peak Martial Talent.
He was calm, composed, ready.
He bowed.
"I've studied your movements.
I will not be affected by—"
Miyu blinked.
That was all.
The boy convulsed.
"My heart—
It feels TOO STRAIGHT!!!
I CAN'T HANDLE THIS PRESSURE—!!!"
He threw his weapon aside.
"NOPE. FORFEIT. I QUIT. GOODBYE."
He sprinted out of the arena at full speed.
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⭐ 4. Third Opponent — A Spirit Beast
Vermillion Flame Palace sent a giant flaming beast.
A lion with magma fur. Fiery breath. Unmatched ferocity.
The crowd roared.
"Finally!!" "Miyu will have to fight seriously—!"
The lion stepped onto the platform— sniffed once—
—then slowly backed away.
It lowered its head.
Its tail tucked between its legs.
And it lay down.
…And rolled onto its back like a puppy submitting to a superior lifeform.
The Beast Handler cried:
"NO—NO—FIGHT YOU TRAITOR—!!!"
The lion refused.
It gently offered Miyu its paw.
The judge sighed.
"…Winner: Dustwind Miyu."
The crowd screamed.
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⭐ 5. A Brave Idiot Appears
From Celestial Tyrant Hall, an arrogant senior stepped forward.
Tall. Handsome. Arrogant. Full of pride.
He pointed at Miyu with dramatic flair.
"You!
Stop pretending!
Face me with your full stren—"
Auntie Bao threw a disinfectant splash at him.
He screamed and fell off the platform.
Aurelius crossed his arms.
"Contaminant neutralized."
Judge:
"…Winner: Dustwind Miyu."
Celestial Tyrant Hall wept in shame.
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⭐ 6. Miyu Isn't Even Aware She's Winning
Miyu blinked sleepily.
"…Why do they keep leaving?"
Lazy-chan whispered:
"Host… your breathing alone is too oppressive…"
Aurelius nodded.
"Master's presence exceeds mortal tolerance."
Elder Orchid added:
"They are not trained. Their crooked spines cannot handle perfection."
Auntie Bao patted Miyu lovingly.
"You're just too adorable, sweetie."
Miyu hugged her pillow in confusion.
"...But I haven't moved yet."
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⭐ 7. The Judges Panic
The judges huddled together.
"WHAT DO WE DO?!" "She wins every match without fighting!" "This isn't a competition—this is a purification ritual!!"
The Head Judge whispered:
"Can… can we just crown her champion now?"
A junior judge cried:
"But it's only round one—!!!"
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⭐ 8. The Sterility Immortal Sees Everything
Far in the sterile heavens—
The Sterility Immortal watched the scrying mirror.
His expression twisted.
"She is mocking the competition…
by breathing?"
He crushed the mirror.
"That child…
That filthy little thing…
I WILL END HER."
Lightning of sterile-white cracked across the sky.
The heavens trembled.
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⭐ 9. Ending — A Calm Before the Bigger Storm
Back at the arena—
Miyu yawned adorably.
Aurelius caught the falling sleep aura and purified it.
Auntie Bao pulled out snacks.
Elder Orchid scolded the head judge for crooked posture.
And the entire Assembly whispered:
"…Dustwind Sect didn't come to compete.
They came to dominate by existing."
Miyu rubbed her eyes.
"…Next match…?"
No one stepped forward.
Not even the spirit beasts.
Dustwind disciples cheered.
"Ancestor Miyu undefeated!!"
The rest of Murim trembled.
Because this was only the first round.
And Miyu had not even used a single technique.