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

Valley Seven Camp.

The footage transmitted by the drone made everyone gathered in front of the screen hold their breath.

After passing through the outer layer of the beam of light, the image became blurry and distorted, like looking at the world through a layer of frosted glass, but one could vaguely discern that it was not the fairy cave or jade palace one had imagined.

Instead, it was... a battlefield.

A desolate and lifeless ancient battlefield.

Under the dim yellow sky, the earth was cracked and scorched, broken weapons were stuck in the soil, and rusty fragments of armor were scattered everywhere.

Further away, tattered banners fluttered in the still air, their indistinct characters barely discernible, including the character "Tang".

"This is... an ancient battlefield?" Zhou Kai's eyes widened. "How come the secret realm looks like this?"

Master Songyun frowned deeply: "The malevolent aura is soaring to the sky, and the cold wind is howling... This place is definitely not a good place."

Suddenly, a moving shadow appeared in the scene.

Not a living person.

They were illusory, semi-transparent human figures.

They wore tattered standard armor, and carried spears, swords, and crossbows. They marched silently across the scorched earth in neat rows.

Each "person" exuded a dense aura of malevolence and death, with eerie green will-o'-the-wisps flickering in their eyes.

Even more terrifying, on the other side of the screen, many bizarre monsters were crawling, some resembling snow wolves magnified several times, while others looked like twisted combinations of humans and wild beasts.

The warriors and the monsters are locked in battle.

There was no sound, but the fighting on screen was extremely brutal.

The battle formations formed by the battle spirits were rigorous and orderly, with proper advances and retreats. Even as spirits, they maintained the discipline of soldiers.

The monsters, however, were fearless and used their powerful bodies to charge into the battle formation time and time again.

With each collision, either a battle spirit or a monster dissipates.

But soon, new battle spirits or monsters will condense somewhere on the battlefield and join the fray.

Repeatedly.

Wei Zhixing stared at the screen, his heart pounding.

He noticed that those battle spirits were not scattered soldiers; even as ghosts, they still moved with purpose and were a well-coordinated force in both offense and defense.

Especially where the ghostly figures of several generals were located, the changes in the military formations were even more ingenious, subtly influencing the murderous aura of the entire battlefield.

"Battle formations..." Wei Zhixing murmured, "Can they still form formations and fight after death?"

Just then, in the scene, a military formation suddenly turned, and dozens of eerie green eyes all turned to look in the direction of the drone!

hum!

Several monitors went black instantly!

"Signal lost!" the technician exclaimed urgently. "At least three drones have been shot down!"

Almost simultaneously, several other split screens also went black.

"Unit 2 has lost contact!"

"Unit 5 has lost contact!"

"Number Seven..."

In just over ten seconds, all twenty drones were destroyed.

In the center of the camp, there was utter silence.

Only the sound of the cold wind howling could be heard.

Wei Zhixing's face was grim. Although the destruction of the drones was expected, the speed at which they were wiped out was still beyond his expectations.

"Have you seen the core area?" he asked.

The technician quickly retrieved the data and images from the last few seconds.

Deep within the battlefield, there is a high platform.

It was an altar made of bluestone, with an ancient style and its surface was covered with blurred runes. In the center of the altar, there were two things.

On the left is a palm-sized, simple fish-shaped talisman, dark gold in color with a faint luster on its surface.

On the right is a bead the size of a fist, emitting a seven-colored light.

There were wisps of light connecting the two things.

"This is it!" Wei Zhixing clenched his fist. "The core of the secret realm!"

Master Songyun narrowed his eyes: "That talisman... its shape resembles the fish-shaped talisman from the Tang Dynasty."

"The Tang Dynasty?" Wei Zhixing's heart skipped a beat.

"Report to headquarters immediately."

He turned and walked toward the communication device, "Send back all the footage from just now."

……

One hour later.

The Night Watch headquarters, the underground command center.

President Qin, Taoist Xuanming, and several experts in history and archaeology gathered in the conference room.

On the large screen, the last image transmitted back by the drone was frozen in time.

"Fish tally..." An elderly professor with gray hair pushed up his glasses. "This is a fish tally from the Tang Dynasty, equivalent to a tiger tally, which was a token for mobilizing troops."

"Can you tell me the specific year?" President Qin asked.

The old professor zoomed in on the image and examined it carefully for a moment.

"The shape of the fish tally is from the late Kaiyuan period." He paused, "And look at the patterns on the fish tally; this is the mark of the Zhechong Prefecture under the Anxi Protectorate."

"Zhechong Prefecture?" President Qin asked, puzzled.

The professor explained, "The Zhechongfu was the basic unit of the Tang Dynasty's military system, equivalent to a modern regimental-level unit."

"The Anxi Protectorate... was a military institution of the Tang Dynasty in the Western Regions," another historian added. "If we consider the soldiers' armor style and the battlefield environment..."

He pulled up another document.

"In the sixth year of the Tianbao era of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Gao Xianzhi, the deputy protector of Anxi, led an expedition to Little Bolu and reopened the Silk Road in the Western Regions."

"During this period, when the army crossed the Pamir Mountains, a detachment lost contact in the Kunlun Mountains region. According to unofficial historical records, it was 'encountered by evil spirits, and the entire army perished'."

The meeting room fell silent.

"So..." President Qin slowly began, "those battle spirits in the secret realm were part of Gao Xianzhi's expeditionary force back then?"

"So..." President Qin slowly began, "those battle spirits in the secret realm were part of Gao Xianzhi's expeditionary force back then?"

"Very likely." The old professor nodded. "Moreover, judging from its size, this force numbers around eight hundred, which is exactly the full strength of a military command."

"I suspect that their lingering attachments after death, combined with the unique environment of Kunlun Mountain and the energy of that precious pearl, formed this ancient battlefield secret realm."

"What is that precious pearl?" President Qin asked.

The experts looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I've never seen a treasure of this shape before," the old professor said. "But judging from its ability to maintain the secret realm and generate such enormous energy, it's definitely no ordinary object."

President Qin pondered for a moment.

"What are Wei Zhixing and the others' plans now?"

"Chief Wei requests permission to enter the secret realm for investigation," the liaison officer replied. "However, the situation inside the secret realm is complex. The individual battle spirits are powerful and can form formations, making it very dangerous."

President Qin tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

After a while, he raised his head.

"Exploration request approved."

"But tell them to be careful, that the spirits of those Tang Dynasty soldiers died for their country, and to avoid conflict if possible."

"in addition……"

President Qin paused, his tone serious.

"Make sure they bring Master Li's couplet and the door god statues."

"Those two things might come in handy at a crucial moment."

……

Kunlun, Valley 7 Camp.

Wei Zhixing and his colleagues encountered a thorny problem.

"Boss, how do we bring this couplet and the door god statues inside?"

Zhou Kai looked at the red paper and portrait pasted on the door, a troubled expression on his face. "We can't just peel them off, can we? What if they become ineffective after we do?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The earth-shattering divine power of last night was still fresh in everyone's mind, and no one dared to make any rash moves.

Master Songyun stroked his beard and pondered, "What Xiao Zhou said is right. If we rashly remove it, it might be inappropriate."

"But President Qin ordered that we must bring it..." Wei Zhixing frowned.

Master Yuyang suddenly spoke up: "Since we can't uncover it, then let's take the door with us."

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

Master Yuyang pointed to the camp gate and the gateposts on both sides: "The couplets are pasted on the gateposts, and the door gods are pasted on the door panels. We will directly remove these gateposts and door panels, and have several people carry them together into the secret realm."

Wei Zhixing's eyes lit up: "Great idea! Let's do it this way!"

Just do it.

A dozen minutes later, the camp gate was carefully dismantled.

Two doorposts adorned with Spring Festival couplets were carried on the shoulders of four strong night watchmen.

The two door panels, adorned with images of door gods, were carried on the backs of Zhou Kai and Ming Chen.

Wei Zhixing looked at this "door-carrying team" and his lips twitched; the scene was truly comical.

But no one dared to laugh.

Everyone knew that these two pieces of red paper and two portraits were more reliable than any ritual implements.

"Set off!"

With a wave of his hand, Wei Zhixing ordered the twenty-person squad to form a battle formation and cautiously advance toward the pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth deep within the valley.

The beam of light appeared to be within reach, but in reality, it was still hundreds of meters away from the camp.

The closer you get, the more chaotic the spiritual energy in the air becomes, mixed with a strong smell of blood and the sound of metal clashing.

Ten minutes later, the team reached the edge of the pillar of light.

Upon closer inspection, the beam of light is over 100 meters in diameter, with interplay of light and shadow inside, sometimes revealing the brutal scenes of a battlefield, and sometimes the majestic outline of a snow-capped mountain, making it mysterious and unpredictable.

At the boundary between the beam of light and the outside world, there is a transparent barrier resembling water ripples.

"I'll go first," Wei Zhixing said in a deep voice, reaching out to touch the barrier first.

The palm passed right through without any resistance.

Without further hesitation, he stepped inside.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed!

The howling wind and snow disappeared instantly, replaced by deafening shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the roars of monsters!

Beneath their feet lay blood-stained frozen earth, and the frigid air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood and malevolent energy.

"Form ranks! Defend!" Wei Zhixing ordered immediately after looking around.

The squad quickly shrank back into a circular formation, cautiously observing their surroundings.

The Tang Dynasty warriors, who were fighting monsters, seemed oblivious to these "uninvited guests."

But soon, dozens of monsters caught the scent of living people, their scarlet eyes darting around as they pounced on the team!

"Charge!"

The battle erupted instantly!

These monsters are thick-skinned, incredibly strong, and have highly venomous claws and teeth. They are also extremely fast and difficult to deal with.

"Use a talisman!" Master Songyun shouted, cleaving back a monster with a single sword strike.

Taoist disciples threw out their talismans one after another.

The Thunderfire Talisman exploded, and the Golden Light Talisman shone brightly.

The monster was temporarily forced back, but soon charged forward again, fearless of death.

What's more troublesome is that the commotion here has attracted the attention of the Tang Dynasty warriors on the battlefield.

A war spirit resembling a general, riding a phantom warhorse, suddenly turned its head, its empty eye sockets flickering with eerie blue soul fire, and stared directly at Wei Zhixing and the others.

He swung the broken spear in his hand.

The next moment, hundreds of battle spirits turned around in unison, their murderous aura soaring to the sky, like a moving steel wall, slowly pressing down on the squad!

"Oh no!" Wei Zhixing's heart sank.

Monsters lie ahead, and war spirits lurk behind.

They were caught in the middle!

But at that moment, something unexpected happened!

The goalposts carried on the shoulders of the four team members, as well as the door panels carried by Zhou Kai and Ming Chen, suddenly moved without any wind!

On the door god portraits, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong's eyes suddenly shone with a dazzling golden light!

Its magnificent divine power soared into the sky!

Like a sleeping dragon, it has opened its eyes!

I'm so excited to write this, and I'm proud to present "Selling Peach Wood Swords on Live Stream: How Did I Become a Dao Ancestor?", exclusively published by Cola Novels!