Granny hovered exactly 3.6 inches off the ground — Tianxun measured — spinning in slow, dramatic circles like some ancient grandma Beyblade.

Granny: “You think your laundry technique was just instinct? Ha! That was the first step of the Celestial Spring Cleaning Fist.”

Tianxun: “…Spring what now?”

Granny (dramatic voice): “A lost martial art so powerful, it was banned from 13 provinces… and 4 laundromats.”

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She threw Tianxun a feather duster.

He caught it.

It exploded in his hand.

Granny: “Oops. That was a cursed one. My bad.”

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Training Begins… Against His Will

The next few days were... pain.

Not like normal pain. But the kind of pain where you’re doing squats while holding a mop, reciting ancient Wulin chants, and dodging a goat that headbutts you every time you mess up.

Tianxun (panting): “This isn’t cultivation… it’s janitorial boot camp!”

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Granny: “Shut up and sweep, Chosen Mop!”

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Turns out, “Celestial Spring Cleaning Fist” wasn’t about actual cleaning.

It was a secret movement technique disguised as cleaning — every sweep, fold, scrub was a hidden strike or defense.

But in this body? With these arms? He moved like a drunk flagpole in a storm.

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Meanwhile... Deep in the Mist Valley

The Dark Clan sat around a black fire. Their leader, Lord Moku, wore a hood shaped like a screaming skull.

Moku: “He’s still alive… I can feel it. The Sky Piecer soul is in that pathetic child’s body. But we cannot track him.”

Demon Cultist: “Should we search the orphanages?”

Moku: “No. That’s what they’d expect. We search... the discount martial schools.”

Cultist: “...The places where they teach with bamboo sticks and expired scrolls?”

Moku: “Exactly.”

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Back at school, Tianxun had just won a duel… with a chicken.

It stole his steamed bun.

He got it back.

It cost him three feathers, two bruises, and all his pride.

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Wu Dali (mocking): “Nice fight, Chicken Slayer.”

Tianxun: “You’re next. If you try to take my lunch again, I’ll rearrange your face with a broom.”

Wu Dali (mocking): “Oooo scary! What you gonna do? Sweep me to death?”

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He laughed.

The goat laughed.

Yes. The goat learned to laugh.

Tianxun was about to throw his chopsticks — until Granny appeared behind Wu Dali and smacked his head with a rolled-up scroll.

Granny: “You mock the chosen mop again, I’ll shove this scroll so deep in your meridians, you’ll be burping Wulin poetry till winter.”

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Narrator Voice:

Tianxun has nothing but a weak body, a mop-style martial art, a rude goat, and now a grandma who's probably wanted in five regions.

But he also has something the Dark Clan doesn't — style.

And maybe… maybe that’s enough.