Three Years of Sweeping, I Became the Master of the Whisk

Li Xunye was exiled to sweep the grounds of a declining nunnery for three years. The entire Spiritual Academy laughed at him: a street sweeper, a loser who couldn't even hold a sword steady. Until the sect competition, where he was cornered by a sword hall genius's strike. Li Xunye casually swung the half-bald broom in his hand, sending the opponent flying along with his sword. Dead silence fell over the crowd. Liang Baiyi sneered while holding a wine pot: "You signed a life-line contract, borrowing the power of heaven, cutting others means cutting your own lifespan first—are you stupid?" Li Xunye patted the dust off his broom and grinned: "Master, if I can't even sweep this broken heaven clean, what's the point of cultivating immortality?" From that day on, with a broken broom and a shabby nunnery, he smashed through nine heavenly seals. Years later, the giants of the nine domains gathered, trembling before the young man holding a whisk. Li Xunye planted his broom on the ground: "Everyone, line up. After I finish sweeping this area, I still have to go back and roast sweet potatoes for my junior sister." [Setting: Daily life + decisive killing + hardcore cultivation + warm group dynamics. The whisk acknowledges its master; one broom sweeps away all injustices in the world!] — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Three Years of Sweeping, I Became the Master of the Whisk — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠