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

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After breakfast, Li Jun followed his master into the room.

The old Taoist priest sat in the old rattan chair and remained silent for a long time.

The morning light streamed in through the window, illuminating his wrinkled face. The wrinkles looked as if they had been etched by time, deep enough to make one's heart clench.

"Master, you..."

Just as Li Jun was about to speak, the old Taoist priest waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Jun'er," the old Taoist priest spoke slowly, his voice somewhat hoarse, "there are some things I intended to take to my grave, but now... it's time to tell you."

Li Jun sat up straight, vaguely guessing what his master was going to say.

"Your advisor's name is Zhang Xuanzhen."

The old Taoist priest closed his eyes, as if recalling the distant past. "He was no ordinary person. He was the third son of the previous generation of Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain."

Li Jun gasped.

Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion?

The advisor is actually the son of a Taoist master?

"Eighty years ago..." The old Taoist priest's voice lowered, trembling almost imperceptibly, "I was only seven years old then. Your master picked me up from the foot of the mountain, gave me food, and gave me a home."

"The following autumn, he said he was going on a long trip and told me to take good care of the Taoist temple."

He said he would be back in two or three months at most, and that he would buy me braised pork hock from the foot of the mountain.

At this point, the old man smiled, but his smile was full of bitterness.

"I believed it, and I waited and waited in the temple, one day, two days... one month, two months..."

"One year, two years..."

"Until our hair turns white, until our backs are bent."

"I've long forgotten what braised pork knuckle tastes like."

But he never came back.

Zhang Shouqing opened his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

Li Jun felt a pang of sadness at the sight and quickly got up to pour his master a glass of water.

"Master, please don't be sad..."

Zhang Shouqing waved his hand, took the water glass but didn't drink it, just held it in his hands.

"Master Qingwei came yesterday and told me everything."

"Your grandmaster... he was a hero."

The old man took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions, and recounted the past events told by the Qingwei Sect Leader to Li Jun one by one.

A seven-day bloody battle at the summit of Kunlun.

Shintoism mobilized its entire force, attempting to sever the dragon vein.

The elite of the Taoist sect were all dispatched, fighting to the death without retreating.

At the last moment, Zhang Xuanzhen burned his life force to summon heavenly lightning, perishing together with the three high priests.

When the body dies, the spirit vanishes, and nothing remains.

"The only thing your advisor left behind after he passed away was this."

The old Taoist priest took the wooden carving out of a small box beside him and carefully placed it on the table.

The carving is rough and crooked; you can barely make out that it is a long, narrow object.

But Li Jun understands now.

This is braised pork knuckle.

It was the braised pork hock that the advisor had promised to buy for his master.

An eighty-year promise.

A promise that can never be kept.

"Master..." Li Jun's voice choked with emotion, unsure of what to say.

The old Taoist priest wiped away his tears and forced a smile: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh. At my age, I'm still crying like a child."

"No, Master." Li Jun quickly shook his head. "Master is a hero. It's only right that you're proud of him."

The old Taoist priest nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Jun'er, I am old."

"I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to climb to the top of Kunlun Mountain and pay respects to your master in this lifetime."

He looked at Li Jun, his eyes full of expectation: "If... if you have the chance in the future, please go for me."

"Master Qingwei said that they built a cenotaph for your master on Kunlun Mountain back then."

"If possible... bring your advisor back."

"Let him... return to his roots."

Li Jun looked at his master's aged face and those expectant eyes.

He nodded emphatically: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely go."

"Once I'm ready, I'll go to Kunlun and bring the advisor back."

The old Taoist priest smiled, a smile of great satisfaction.

He patted Li Jun on the shoulder: "Good boy, your master was right about you."

"But there's no rush. Let's talk about it when you're ready."

"I know," Li Jun nodded.

He had already made up his mind to get this done as soon as possible.

My master is eighty-eight years old this year. Although he is still in good health, he has aged considerably compared to two years ago.

More gray hair at the temples, a more hunched back, and a slower walking pace.

Bringing the advisor back will put the master's mind at ease and prevent the old man from worrying about it.

Thinking of this, Li Jun suddenly remembered the book "Basic Qi Refining Techniques".

He really wanted to show it to his master so that his master could practice it too.

But then I remembered how I felt after my practice last night, and what Jin Hao said...

He hesitated.

The internal energy he cultivated was strong enough to burst the testing crystal rod.

This is clearly not normal.

What if my master causes some problems while I'm practicing?

Just wait.

Wait until I've truly mastered the skills and figured out what's going on before making a decision.

"Oh, right, Jun'er." The old Taoist priest suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned serious.

Things are different now. Don't sell your handicrafts online anymore.

"Master Qingwei said that now that spiritual energy is recovering, there are more and more strange and supernatural things."

"If those people who buy things online are actually waiting for this to save their lives, selling it to them is harming them."

"No matter how poor we are, we can't make money by dishonest means."

After hearing this, Li Jun felt a mix of emotions.

He nodded.

"I have stopped the live stream, and I have also cancelled Researcher Zhou's order."

The old Taoist priest smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this.

"Good, good boy."

"Master knows you're sensible."

The two talked for a while longer, and the old Taoist priest got a little tired, so Li Jun helped his master lie down to rest.

After leaving his master's room, Li Jun stood in the courtyard.

A mountain breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill.

He looked up and headed northwest.

Kunlun Mountain...

The place where that advisor fought and sacrificed his life.

……

Back in his room, Li Jun sat at the table and remained silent for a long time.

For a fleeting moment, he genuinely wanted to reveal the truth about that cultivation manual.

But in the end, I held back.

"Wait a little longer."

He said to himself.

I'll wait until I truly understand it, until the jade pendant is restored, and until I'm confident before making any decisions.

With this in mind, Li Jun sat down cross-legged and began to introspect.

The faint trace of energy in the dantian has been restored.

Not only has it recovered, it has also grown stronger.

It went from being as thick as a single hair to being as thick as two hairs.

Moreover, Li Jun vaguely sensed that this wisp of energy was slowly increasing even when he wasn't actively circulating his energy.

Although it's slow, it is indeed growing.

"This technique... is quite interesting."

Li Jun was thrilled.

Unfortunately, he can't ask anyone else for advice now and has to study it on his own.

For the rest of the day, Li Jun meditated and practiced Qi cultivation in his room.

Each time one enters a meditative state, it creates a vortex of spiritual energy.

He just didn't know it.

……

The Night Watch headquarters, the underground command center.

On the large screen, the distribution map of spiritual energy showed a series of anomalies.

"Report! The spiritual energy concentration around Lu County has begun to decrease again!"

The technician stared at the data, his voice trembling: "The rate of decline is even faster than last night!"

"The scope... is also expanding!"

President Qin strode over, his brow furrowed as he looked at the scene on the screen.

On the screen, the dot representing Luxian County has now become a bottomless "black hole".

The surrounding spiritual energy surged towards it like a tide, forming a huge vortex.

The vortex is expanding at a visible rate!

"Is it Master Li again?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

"Who else could it be but that person?" President Qin said with a wry smile.

He looked at the screen, his expression complex.

Last night, Master Li was cultivating, which triggered a vortex of spiritual energy and cleansed away a large number of evil spirits.

Are you here again today?

"President Qin, should we...?" someone asked cautiously.

"No." President Qin waved his hand. "Master Li has his reasons for doing things."

"We just need to watch."

Despite saying that, President Qin was also feeling uneasy.

Master Li's cultivation is making quite a commotion... isn't it?

Judging from this trend, it won't be long before the impact extends beyond the territory of Great Xia.

Wouldn't cultivators from other countries be scared half to death by then?

"I hope Master Li can finish this soon."

President Qin silently prayed, then turned his attention to Beiyuan.