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

Chapter 31 The Maoshan Sect Leader Descends the Mountain at Night (Please Read Further)

"tomorrow?"

Some people don't understand.

"The sword that the Central Plains branch sent to Master Li has arrived in Lu County via express delivery," President Qin said in a deep voice.

"It's currently being secretly guarded by people from the South City branch, and will be delivered to Master Li tomorrow."

"That sword—" someone began, but then stopped.

"Yes, that's the one that wards off evil." President Qin nodded. "An ancient sword from the Han Dynasty, it has drunk countless lives and its malevolent aura is hard to dispel."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

"Why would the General Administration agree to send that?" someone questioned.

"Because that sword is safer in Master Li's hands than in ours," President Qin said slowly.

"But the problem is, we don't know how Master Li will react after receiving the sword."

"And who knows, this sword might cause any unnecessary trouble."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the meeting fell silent.

I was both nervous and excited.

What's nerve-wracking is, what if something goes wrong?

What excites them is that they may soon witness how the mysterious Taoist priest Li will deal with this murderous sword.

At this moment, Liu Zhenguo spoke up: "I have already prepared for the worst."

"After the sword is delivered, we will set up a perimeter around Qingfeng Temple to deal with any emergencies."

"But to be honest—"

He smiled wryly: "If something really happens, we people probably won't be able to do much."

This is a very straightforward statement, but it is also the truth.

Faced with a being like Master Li, whom they could not comprehend at all, the Night Watch's current strength was indeed insufficient.

"Let's do our best," President Qin sighed. "In any case, we must be careful during tomorrow's handover."

"We need to make Master Li feel our sincerity, but we can't let him feel that we are scheming against him."

"You need to find the right balance."

"Understood." Liu Zhenguo nodded solemnly.

The meeting discussed some details, and finally, President Qin gave a summary.

"Everyone, the spiritual energy is recovering at an accelerated pace, and the situation will only become more and more severe in the future."

"Master Li is the strongest help we have come into contact with so far, but also the biggest variable."

"Being around him is like walking on thin ice; you must be extremely careful."

Meeting adjourned.

The video windows closed one by one.

President Qin sat alone in the conference room, staring at Li Jun's photo on the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

What secrets does this 19-year-old young man hold?

At the same time.

Maoshan, the Sanmao Zhenjun Temple.

The Qingwei Sect Leader sat on a futon, with a smartphone in front of him.

The phone is in the middle of a video call, and the person on the screen is Master Qingxu.

"Sect Leader, the Night Watchmen's replies are all excuses!" Master Qingxu said angrily. "They don't want to reveal any information about that master!"

However, Master Qingwei remained calm.

He is 96 years old this year, with completely white hair, but a ruddy complexion and bright eyes.

"Junior brother, calm down."

"The Night Watchman's reaction confirmed my suspicions about the existence of that master."

Qingxu was taken aback: "Senior brother means—"

"At first, I couldn't believe it," the Qingwei Sect Leader said slowly. "Now that the Dharma-ending Age has just ended, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is just beginning its first explosion."

"How could someone under twenty years old, or even a master above the Void Refinement stage, possibly appear at a time like this?"

"But the Night's Watch's attitude says it all."

Master Qingxu seemed to be deep in thought.

Indeed, if that master did not exist, the Night's Watch could simply deny it.

The more they try to cover it up, the more it indicates a problem.

"But senior brother, even if we know a master exists, we don't know where he is," Qingxu said with a wry smile. "If the Night Watch doesn't tell us, how are we supposed to investigate?"

Master Qingwei smiled slightly.

"Junior brother, have you forgotten what Maoshan is all about?"

"Finding and locating people is our specialty."

Qingxu's eyes lit up: "Senior brother, do you have a solution?"

"I asked an old friend for help, and we've narrowed it down to a general area," the Qingwei Sect Leader said mysteriously. "The young friend Jin Hao you mentioned is a freshman at Haihe University."

"We'll eventually find out by investigating his interpersonal relationships."

"And—it shouldn't be too difficult."

Master Qingxu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"That works too. Hopefully we can find it as soon as possible."

"Well, how's your matter going, junior brother?"

"We've caught that female ghost by the skin." Master Qingxu's tone turned cold. "We can handle this in the next couple of days."

"Okay, be careful."

The two exchanged a few more words before hanging up the video call.

The Qingwei Sect Leader put away his phone and looked at his disciple standing to the side.

His disciple is nineteen years old this year, with the Taoist name Mingxin, and is currently in the stage of refining essence into qi.

"Master, is it really possible for someone to have such high cultivation before the age of twenty?" Mingxin couldn't help but ask.

His tone was full of frustration.

I've been cultivating diligently for over a decade, but I haven't even completed the Refining Essence into Qi, while others have already reached the Refining Emptiness stage before they're even twenty?

The difference is just too big!

The Qingwei Sect Leader glanced at his disciple and slowly said, "People are different."

"That mysterious master is either a senior who has resumed cultivation, or he is a born cultivator."

"Yes—a figure like the Celestial Master!"

Mingxin felt even more frustrated after hearing this.

However, he quickly thought of something.

"Master, do you believe that expert is a student at Haihe University?"

"right."

"That's right—one of the streamers I follow on Douyin is a student at Haihe University." Mingxin took out her phone.

"He's about my age and also a Taoist, and his talisman-drawing technique is unique."

"And the things he sells in his live streams are so hard to get, you can't even buy them in a flash."

The sect leader, Qingwei, was somewhat surprised.

"Is that so? Let me see."

Mingxin opened Douyin, entered the homepage of his account "Maoshan Little Taoist", and then found "Riding a Bull Out of Hangu" in the following list.

He opened the homepage and handed it to his master.

When Master Qingwei first saw those videos, he didn't take them seriously.

"It looks too fake."

He was somewhat angry: "And this name—Riding an Ox Out of Hangu Pass?!"

"Who gave them the audacity to use that name?"

Mingxin shrank back and quickly said, "Master, this man riding an ox out of Hangu Pass is from Qingfeng Temple in Lu County, he—"

Just as the headmaster of Qingwei was about to reprimand someone, he suddenly froze upon hearing the words "Qingfeng Temple".

"Qingfeng Temple? Qingfeng Temple in Lu County?"

"Yes, Master, you know?" Mingxin asked curiously.

The Qingwei Sect Leader did not answer, but stared at the phone screen with a complicated expression, muttering to himself, "A single thought can dispel illusions, and a half-step towards immortality can tread upon the clouds."

Memories from eighty years ago flooded back like a tide.

The Kunlun Mountains are covered in snow, with snow falling all around.

The elites of the Taoist sect were all dispatched, and a bloody battle raged on.

An old Taoist priest with a leg ailment and blindness laughed as he burned his life force, summoning heavenly lightning to perish together with his enemy.

That scene was unforgettable for him.

"Qingfeng Temple—Senior Zhang Xuanzhen—" Headmaster Qingwei murmured to himself.

"Master?" Mingxin asked in confusion.

The Qingwei Sect Leader snapped out of his daze and looked at his disciple: "You just said that this streamer is from Qingfeng Temple in Lu County?"

"Yes, that's what the documents say."

"Jin Hao is also from Lu County —" The Qingwei Sect Leader's eyes narrowed.

He looked back at his phone screen.

Those crudely made special effects videos now seemed shrouded in mystery in his eyes.

"Mingxin," the Qingwei Sect Leader said slowly, "Make preparations, I'm going to Lu County, and I'll be leaving tonight."

Mingxin's eyes widened: "Master, are you going down the mountain? Tonight?"

"Hmm." Sect Leader Qingwei nodded. "Go and see—the descendants of an old friend."

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