I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

"Stop! Everyone, stop!"

Li Jun felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly turned off the tipping function and said with a serious expression, "Dear friends, I am very grateful for your support, but you really don't need to tip so much."

"I'm under a lot of pressure because of what you're doing."

The comments section was still flooded with messages.

"Master, please don't feel pressured! We did it voluntarily!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Just think of us as an investment! Once you're famous, just remember us!"

"Taoist Master, please check my private messages! I'd like to commission a peach wood sword! Name your price!"

Looking at these comments, Li Jun suddenly felt powerless.

No matter what he said, these people wouldn't listen at all; they seemed to live in their own world.

"never mind."

Li Jun sighed and gave up trying to explain.

He took out the peach wood plaque that had just been completed that day and showed it to the camera.

"This batch of signs is sold out, so I won't go into too much detail. Next, I'll demonstrate something else for you on the spot."

He took out a piece of ordinary peach wood, not one of those precious woods, but just a common piece he bought in town.

"Today I'm making a small peach wood sword, which can be used as a bookmark or pendant."

As he spoke, he turned on his power tools and began processing.

Sawing, rough grinding, fine finishing...

Li Jun did it very seriously.

Completely unaware, the number of comments in the live stream decreased the moment he picked up the tool.

Everyone held their breath, watching his every move.

It was as if they weren't doing handicrafts, but performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

Twenty minutes later, a small peach wood sword, about the size of a palm, was completed.

The sword has a smooth blade, and the hilt is simply engraved with Taoist patterns.

Li Jun took it in his hand and looked at it, and was fairly satisfied.

"Okay, that's it. These small items are quick to make; they're just decorative pieces, everyone..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his finger.

"hiss!"

Looking down, I saw that my index finger had been pricked by a splinter, and a drop of blood was coming out.

The drop of blood landed right on the peach wood sword.

Oops, that was an accident.

Li Jun casually wiped away the blood, not paying any attention to it.

He placed the small peach wood sword on the table and put a band-aid on his finger.

"Alright, it was just a little incident. Don't worry about it. Consider this sword a free gift. I'll give it away in a raffle later."

The live chat went wild instantly.

"Pick me! Pick me!"

"Master, look at me! I've been a fan for ten years!"

"I'll pay 100,000! Sell it to me!"

Li Jun found it hilarious.

"No, no, it's just a small toy, how could it be worth 100,000?"

He set up a lottery, with the winners announced in one minute.

Winner ID: "Lay Disciple of Longhu Mountain".

"Congratulations to the netizen 'Longhushan Lay Disciple'! Message me your address and I'll send it to you."

As soon as Li Jun finished speaking, the other party sent a message.

Address: Tianshi Mansion, Longhu Mountain.

???

Could he really be a fellow traveler from Longhu Mountain?

Li Jun was somewhat bewildered.

However, he didn't think much of it. Netizens are always outrageous, maybe they filled it in that way on purpose.

He turned off the live stream and started packing packages to be sent tomorrow.

Fifty ordinary amulets, twenty peach wood plaques, and that "gift" small peach wood sword.

While packing, he picked up the small sword and looked at it.

Hmm, it feels good.

I wonder if that "lay disciple of Longhu Mountain" will be disgusted—after all, he has his blood on his hands.

"It should be fine, it's been wiped clean."

Li Jun muttered to himself as he put the small sword into a small cardboard box and packed it up together.

He had no idea.

At this moment, in a quiet room on Longhu Mountain.

A middle-aged man in casual clothes was holding a mobile phone, his hands trembling with excitement.

"Senior brother! I got it! The peach wood sword from the Taoist priest of Qingfeng Temple!"

Opposite him, an old Taoist priest in a Taoist robe opened his eyes and said calmly, "It's just a peach wood sword, why make such a fuss?"

"Senior brother, you don't understand!" the middle-aged man lowered his voice, "The news from the Night Watch is that what this Taoist priest made... is absolutely top-notch!"

How tall is it?

"It is said that a member of the South City Night Watchmen branch used a peach wood sword made by this Taoist priest to kill the B-level monster 'Blood Robe' with a single strike."

The middle-aged man's voice trembled, "The Central Plains branch tested the amulet he made, and it is immune to mental shocks below level D."

The old Taoist priest was finally moved: "Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

The middle-aged man handed over his phone. "Look at the chat history. The heads of the Night Watchers' branches all over the country are scrambling to buy things. This Taoist priest's live stream room is practically becoming their internal supply depot."

The old Taoist priest stared at those familiar IDs and remained silent for a long time.

"Who is this Taoist priest...?"

"I don't know, I only know that he is Li Jun, a disciple of Zhang Shouqing, the abbot of Qingfeng Temple in Lu County, and he is nineteen years old."

"Nineteen years old..." The old Taoist priest's eyes were deep. "Able to make such a ritual implement?"

"So everyone's guessing that the real master is that Taoist Zhang," the middle-aged man said. "If his disciple is this skilled, what level must the master be at?"

The old Taoist priest didn't speak, but tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

After a long pause, he spoke: "Once the sword arrives, bring it to me so I can take a look."

"yes!"

The middle-aged man left the quiet room.

The old Taoist priest sat alone on a futon, looking out the window.

The night was deep, and the mountain wind howled.

"Qingfeng Temple... Zhang Shouqing..."

He muttered to himself.

"Shouqing...that name sounds familiar..."

……

South City, Night Watch Division.

The office of Liu Zhenguo was filled with smoke.

On the four screens in front of him, recordings of the live stream from different angles were playing simultaneously—all of them were screen recordings of Li Jun's live stream.

"stop!"

Liu Zhenguo suddenly spoke.

The technicians immediately pressed the pause button.

The image freezes on the moment when Li Jun's finger bleeds, and drops of blood fall onto the small peach wood sword.

"Magnify, slow down, ten times."

The image was magnified and played slowly, frame by frame.

Blood beads fell.

It comes into contact with the surface of the peach wood sword.

then……

A faint golden light flashed across the sword.

If it hadn't been slowed down tenfold, it would have been completely undetectable.

The golden light was faint, like the fleeting moment a match is struck, but everyone present could see it clearly.

Play it again.

It was played again.

The golden light does indeed exist.

"What is this?" Chen Jianguo asked, frowning.

Liu Zhenguo didn't say anything, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Contact other branches and retrieve their screen recordings for comparison."

The order was quickly relayed.

Half an hour later, the screen recording data from Night Watch branches across the country was compiled.

Through technical comparison, all the screen recordings captured that instant of golden light.

Although faint, it truly exists.

The conference room was deathly silent.

"That sword..." Wang Hu swallowed hard, "It's definitely not ordinary."

"nonsense!"

Liu Zhenguo flicked his cigarette ash and remained silent for a few seconds.

"A lay disciple of Longhu Mountain..."

He read the ID aloud, "Investigate! Find out who's behind this account immediately!"

"It's already under investigation."

Five minutes later, the intelligence officer strode in carrying a tablet.

"Found it!"