Mini Chapter 1 – Death by Turmix

  Xiu Lanyan "Lana" had 3.7 million followers.

  She did not expect to die before her morning Pilates.

  But the turmix—a limited-edition, cold-pressed, mana-infused matcha-turmeric-moonwater elixir, exclusively available through invite-only DMs—had other plans. It promised "inner light realignment." It delivered anaphylactic doom.

  Her final words were allegedly:

  — Wait, this isn’t gluten-free??

  Mini Chapter 2 – Enlightenment, but Make It Cute

  When Lanyan opened her eyes again, she was lying on a straw mat, dressed in itchy linen, surrounded by dead-serious young women in high ponytails.

  They whispered in awe:

  — The new senior disciple has awakened.

  — Her skin is... unnaturally smooth.

  — What sect is she from?

  She sat up. Blinking. Annoyed.

  — Excuse me, where’s the toner?

  Thus began her new life in the Silent Orchid Purity Sect, where silence was sacred, self-denial was power, and eyeliner was a punishable offense.

  Lanyan had two options:

  Accept the path of spiritual austerity.

  Start a self-care cult inside a cultivation sect.

  Guess which one she picked?

  Mini Chapter 3 – Day One: Chaos in the Courtyard

  Her first initiative: Detox Day.

  — No sword practice before celery shots! — she announced.

  The Elders scoffed. The juniors panicked.

  The inner disciples had flashbacks to the cabbage cleanse of 943.

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  By mid-morning, Lana had organized:

  A matcha-tea fusion class

  Qi-synchronized breathing with lavender incense.

  And a karaoke fitness session featuring old sect hymns remixed into C-pop beats

  One senior sister fainted after doing high knees during "Ode to the Heavenly Furnace."

  Chapter 4 – The Shady Sect Challenge

  Then came the letter from the Jade Vine Sect:

  "You are hereby challenged to a Sect Standing Showcase.

  Your honor depends on grace, unity, and rhythm."

  Perfect.

  Lanyan took it way too seriously.

  She made matching robes.

  Taught them synchronized fan choreography. Introduced glow-in-the-dark foot wraps.

  One disciple cried because she didn’t know how to moonwalk.

  — Breathe in your chi... and channel Beyoncé — Lana whispered.

  They won. Obviously.

  Mini Chapter 5 – Meditation, But Make It Musical

  After the victory, the Elders were... conflicted.

  But Lana invited them to the first ever "Silent Mind Glow-Session?," a guided meditation with sound bowls, wheatgrass shots, and an optional nap robe.

  One Elder wept.

  Another downloaded her guided audio onto a jade disc.

  A third asked for a private consultation on hip alignment.

  Mini Chapter 6 - The Wellness Sect

  It wasn’t easy.

  The sect wasn’t ready.

  At first, Lana was a walking scandal. She was mocked for her scented scrolls.

  One junior disciple swapped her chia seeds with spirit beetles.

  Another tried to frame her for over-glittering the ceremonial altar.

  Then came Yuea.

  Elegant. Mysterious.

  And always just one shimmer robe ahead of Lana.

  She arrived to every demonstration with her own "herbal essence qi cleanse," often right after Lana's presentations.

  — Coincidence? — Lana muttered, narrowing her eyes.

  — Inspiration. — Yuea smiled, all innocence.

  The rivalry brewed quietly beneath lavender incense and faux-smiles.

  But Lana had no time for pettiness.

  Her mocktails weren’t going to whisk themselves.

  Then something shifted.

  It began when Elder Chen showed up early to a breathwork class—and stayed.

  Another Elder requested a sleep-mist blend.

  Soon, stretching mats appeared near the sermon steps.

  And then, finally, a banner was hung:

  “Inner Peace & Plant Milk Pavilion – Soft Opening!”

  Lana watched the disciples sip oat elixir while sitting cross-legged in the sunlight.

  She smiled, tapping crushed lotus pollen along her cheekbones.

  She had finally found her people.

  — I came here to glow. And accidentally enlightened a whole generation.

  Mini Chapter 7 – The Sect Spa Tournament

  The invitation arrived on a cloud-scented fan: embossed calligraphy, jasmine fragrance, and a wax seal made of rose-petal resin.

  "You are cordially invited to the First Annual Sect Spa Tournament. Let the healing arts determine supremacy."

  Lana shrieked in delight.

  — It's happening. It's finally happening.

  The Silent Orchid Purity Sect, the Jade Vine Sect, the Bone-Cracking Lotus Sect, and the Wind-Swept Vitality Sect would compete across three categories:

  ~ Mindful Mud Baths

  ~ Herb-Infused Massage Flow

  ~ Ceremonial Mocktail Pairings

  Elder Chen sighed deeply.

  — This is highly irregular.

  — So is dehydration. Let’s fix both. — Lana winked.

  Each sect prepared obsessively.

  Lanyan choreographed their mud bath entrance to a flute remix of "Silent Rebirth."

  She enlisted an eccentric visiting cultivator—Stretching Sage Li—to lead posture perfection drills.

  Yuea, meanwhile, submitted her own mocktail recipe behind Lana's back: the "Yuea Youth Elixir."

  — With a hint of peach blossom venom. Just for balance. — she whispered.

  The competition was fierce.

  Bone-Cracking Lotus Sect performed a synchronized spa exfoliation formation.

  The Wind-Swept team offered a detox steam cloud that made three Elders cry.

  But in the final round, Lana took the stage.

  Her mocktail: "Spirit Bloom Spritz”.

  Ingredients: moonberry, fermented goji tears, mint-infused qi vapor.

  She served it with a smile and a sprig of enlightenment.

  They won.

  Again.

  The Final Glowdown

  The spa tournament had ended, but the glow had only just begun.

  News of the Silent Orchid Purity Sect’s victory spread like morning mist over the peaks.

  Yet it wasn’t the trophy that left an impression—it was the feeling that lingered.

  The air itself seemed softer, gentler, and warmer.

  The Elders, once rigid in both posture and principle, began attending weekly elderberry steam soaks. Disciples traded sword drills for mindful movement sessions and herbal journaling.

  Even the sect’s strictest master had been seen wearing fuzzy meditation socks embroidered with tiny plum blossoms.

  Lanyan sat in the courtyard beneath strands of tea-lanterns that danced lightly in the wind. She listened as laughter echoed through the halls—a sound once rare, now common.

  There were no rivalries left to navigate, no sabotage to anticipate.

  There was just tea, harmony, and a little more kindness than before.

  She reached for her moonflower spritz, gave it a single elegant pump into the air, and whispered:

  — I came here for peace… and somehow created something better.

  Above her, the sunlight filtered through blossoms, casting a golden glow across the courtyard.

  Glow, it seemed, had become contagious.