Also known as: The Dao of Dine-and-Deflect
The morning mist on Mount Chaos felt unusually tense.
Not because of a spiritual disturbance.
But because Wei Long had accidentally jammed two chopsticks into a spiritual formation, and now it was humming like a sentient bee with opinions.
"Master," Lin Qian said carefully, "should we remove them?"
Wei Long shook his head, sipping soup. "I think I invented something."
Shen Ruo sat nearby, watching with the quiet intensity of someone who had trained in five dimensions.
"You've already altered fate," she said. "Now you're bending utensils."
Wei Long nodded. "I call it… Chopstick Dao."
Elsewhere…
In the forbidden halls of the Sect of Measured Truth, twelve cloaked elders surrounded a massive stone mural — one depicting three spirals:
The First, cracked and faded.
The Second, glowing with erratic light.
The Third, newly awakened and watching everything.
An elder stepped forward.
"We delayed the prophecy for a thousand years. But now… it accelerates."
Another growled, "The Second was never supposed to exist. He must be… corrected."
A bell tolled in the distance — not a sound, but a concept:
Correction Protocol Initiated.
From deep underground, three figures emerged — robes of black and white, eyes veiled, blades etched with anti-fate mantras.
The Correction Squad was awake.
And their first target:Wei Long.
Back on Mount Chaos...
Wei Long was practicing his new martial art: "Chopstick Flow Style: Unbalanced Grace."
Its first technique?
One Bite, One Parry — deflecting spiritual attacks while finishing dumplings.
Lin Qian had already declared it a crime against cultivation.
Shen Ruo, however, was intrigued.
"You're channeling qi through the simplest tools," she said. "No symbols. No formations. Just instinct."
Wei Long smiled. "Exactly. The Dao of Convenience."
Just then — the skies darkened.
A wave of pressure swept the mountain, and three robed figures landed in eerie silence.
The Correction Squad.
The leader, masked in silver, stepped forward.
"Wei Long," he intoned. "You are in violation of structured destiny. You will be dismantled. Gently, if possible."
Wei Long sighed, tossing a dumpling in the air.
"Can we not? I have guests."
The silver-masked one raised his palm. "Begin Protocol: Fate Flattening."
The earth shattered.
The wind split.
And the first strike came — aimed at Wei Long's chest, powered by centuries of karmic compression.
He didn't dodge.
Instead, he moved his chopsticks.
Clink.
The attack was deflected — cleanly, gently — redirected into the Enlightened Radish Statue, which once again exploded with meaning.
Everyone stared.
Shen Ruo whispered, "That… that was real technique."
Wei Long blinked. "I was just reaching for the soy sauce."
The second correction agent attacked, slicing through space — only to be tripped by a wandering goat.
The third summoned a seal of ultimate logic, which immediately burst into flames when Wei Long scratched his head in confusion near it.
One minute later…
All three agents lay in a dumpling net trap, unconscious.
Wei Long stood over them.
"So… are we done?"
Shen Ruo looked at him, something like hope in her eyes.
"You're not like the First Spiral. You're not even like me."
Wei Long sipped his tea, frowning.
"Then what am I?"
She answered quietly:
"You're the Spiral that teaches fate to laugh."
Far beyond them…
The Watcher watched.
Beside him stood an ancient figure, wrapped in cloth older than the stars.
"She has met him," the figure said.
The Watcher nodded. "Too soon."
The figure's voice cracked like thunder wrapped in poetry:
"The Third Spiral follows curiosity.The Second Spiral follows chaos.But the Fourth Spiral… will follow nothing.And when it awakens—all creation will spiral inward."
To be continued...