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

Li Xunye was exiled to sweep the grounds of a fallen convent for three years. The entire spirit academy laughed at him: a useless street sweeper who couldn't even hold a sword steady.

That is, until the sect tournament, when a sword hall prodigy forced him into a desperate corner with a single strike.

Li Xunye casually swung his half-bald broom and sent the opponent flying, sword and all, with one blow.

The whole crowd fell silent.

Liang Baiyi sneered over his wine flask. "You signed a life-line contract and borrow power from the Heavenly Dao, but every time you strike someone, you have to sacrifice your own lifespan. Are you stupid?"

Li Xunye dusted off his broom and grinned. "Master, if I can't even sweep this wretched heaven clean, why bother cultivating immortality?"

From that day on, he carried a battered broom and lived in a shabby little convent, smashing through the nine seals of the Heavenly Dao one by one.

Years later, the great powers of the Nine Domains gathered together, trembling as they looked at the young man before them, whisk in hand.

Li Xunye planted his broom on the ground. "Everyone, line up. Once I've finished sweeping this place, I still have to go back and roast sweet potatoes for my junior sister."

[Setting: Everyday life + decisive, ruthless action + hardcore cultivation of immortality + a warm ensemble cast. The whisk chooses its master. One broom sweeps away all injustice in the world!]