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

The cardboard box is opened.

Inside was a simple little wooden box, without even a coat of paint.

Open the wooden box.

A palm-sized peach wood sword lay quietly inside.

The sword is plain and has no decorations.

Apart from the simple Taoist patterns on the hilt, there is nothing else.

But even such a small sword, the moment it appeared...

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

The wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner suddenly stopped, and then... rose straight up.

Not a single detail is out of place.

Zhang Minghao's eyes widened.

He had been practicing Taoism for decades and had never seen such a sight.

The smoke rises straight as a thread, a phenomenon described in ancient books as "a state of calm and focused spirit, where heaven and earth interact."

It can only appear in an extremely peaceful and pure atmosphere.

But this sword...

For the first time, Zhang Yunpu's expression turned serious.

He extended two fingers and gently pinched the small peach wood sword.

The sword felt very light and of average quality.

But the moment he touched the sword...

boom!

An indescribable pressure silently spread from the sword as its center!

Zhang Yunpu's hand trembled slightly.

He has cultivated for nearly sixty years, and his Dao heart is already as firm as a rock.

But at this moment, he actually had an urge to kneel down.

It's not a sword fight.

Rather, it's about the essence inherent in the sword.

"Senior brother?!" Zhang Minghao noticed something was wrong.

"It's alright."

Zhang Yunpu took a deep breath and steadied himself.

He examined the sword closely, his gaze finally settling on the blade.

There was a very faint dark red mark there.

blood.

Li Jun's drop of blood.

Although it has been wiped clean, subtle traces are still left.

"This is it..."

Zhang Yunpu muttered to himself.

He circulated his internal energy and slowly poured it into the sword.

The true energy was like a mud ox entering the sea, without any reaction.

The sword was still the same sword, as ordinary as could be.

But that oppressive aura just now was very real.

"That's weird, really weird."

Zhang Yunpu shook his head and handed the sword to Zhang Minghao: "You give it a try."

Zhang Minghao took it and also tried to inject his true energy.

There was still no response.

"This..." he said, looking puzzled. "Could the rumors be false?"

"The rumors are true," Zhang Yunpu said in a deep voice. "The Night Watch has no reason to lie to us, and you felt that oppressive aura just now."

"Then why...?"

"There's only one explanation," Zhang Yunpu said slowly, "This sword isn't for us."

"What do you mean?"

"Its power may only be effective against... evil spirits."

Zhang Yunpu stood up and paced around the room.

"You just said that the Night Watch has a large peach wood sword that can cut down a B-rank monster in one strike?"

"right."

"So, what do you think? Is the B-rank Li Gui strong or not?"

"Of course it's strong." Zhang Minghao smiled wryly. "If I encountered it, I'd probably be skinned alive."

"But that night watchman named Wang Hu cut it down like chopping vegetables with that sword." Zhang Yunpu stopped in his tracks. "Do you think the sword was stronger, or the person wielding it?"

Zhang Minghao fell silent.

He had actually thought about this question.

If it's Jian Qiang, then why is there no reaction in the hands of my senior brother and myself?

If it's a matter of human strength...

How strong can an ordinary Night Watchman be?

"Senior brother, you mean...?"

"What I mean is that this sword, or rather everything that Master Li makes, may have one characteristic."

Zhang Yunpu said, enunciating each word clearly: "It becomes stronger when encountering evil spirits."

Zhang Minghao gasped.

"Doesn't that mean...?"

"In our hands, this sword is just a piece of wood," Zhang Yunpu continued, "but in the face of evil spirits, it is an unparalleled weapon."

The room fell silent.

This conclusion is astonishing.

If that's the case, then this Taoist priest Li's methods have exceeded their comprehension.

Making ritual implements is not unusual.

But the magic tool that creates this kind of "intelligent recognition"...

Unheard of.

"Senior brother, what should we do now...?"

"Let's test it," Zhang Yunpu said decisively. "Aren't there a few low-level vengeful spirits locked up in the manor? Let's try it with this sword."

"good!"

Zhang Minghao immediately stood up.

He took his sword and hurried outside.

Zhang Yunpu followed behind, his face grave.

He had a vague premonition.

This sword might cause quite a stir.

……

Behind the Celestial Master's Mansion, there is a hidden forbidden area.

This place holds some low-level evil spirits that pose little threat, used for research and teaching.

Zhang Minghao, carrying his sword, arrived at a stone chamber.

The stone chamber is made of special materials and is covered with runes, which can trap evil spirits below grade B.

The disciple on duty greeted him respectfully, saying, "Uncle-Master."

"Release the vengeful spirit in room number three," Zhang Minghao ordered.

"Yes."

The disciple operated the mechanism, and the heavy stone door of the chamber slowly rose.

It was pitch black inside.

A faint sobbing sound could be heard.

Those were the whispers of vengeful spirits, capable of disturbing one's mind.

Zhang Minghao circulated his inner energy to protect himself, gripped the small peach wood sword tightly, and stood ready for battle.

The stone gate opened completely.

A blurry black shadow slowly drifted out.

It has no fixed shape, resembling a distorted mist, exuding a chilling aura.

A level D vengeful spirit, not very powerful, but enough for testing purposes.

The vengeful spirit seemed to sense the presence of a living person, let out a shriek, and pounced on Zhang Minghao.

Zhang Minghao raised his peach wood sword, ready to fight.

however……

Just as the vengeful spirit entered a three-meter radius in front of the peach wood sword.

A sudden change has occurred!

The dark shape seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall.

No, it's not a wall.

It's like... encountering a natural enemy.

It let out a bloodcurdling scream and retreated frantically.

But it was too late.

The dark red bloodstain on the peach wood sword glowed slightly.

Very faint.

Like the light of a firefly.

But this faint light shone on the vengeful spirit...

scoff!

It was like a red-hot iron being pressed onto the snow.

The vengeful spirit didn't even struggle before it instantly vaporized.

Not even a wisp of black smoke remained.

Completely annihilated.

The scene was deathly silent.

The disciple on duty stared wide-eyed, unable to close his mouth for a long time.

Zhang Minghao also froze on the spot, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

He... hasn't even made a move yet!

The sword destroyed the vengeful spirit on its own?

Moreover, how could it be wiped out so thoroughly?

Not even a trace was left?

"this……"

Zhang Minghao looked down at the small sword in his hand.

The sword returned to its calm state, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But the faint trace of resentment lingering in the air told him...

This is real.

"The effect... is even more exaggerated than described."

Zhang Yunpu's voice came from behind.

He looked at the sword in Zhang Minghao's hand with a complicated expression.

"Senior brother, this sword..." Zhang Minghao's voice was hoarse.

"Put it away for now." Zhang Yunpu took a deep breath. "This matter needs to be considered carefully."

He glanced at the disciples on duty: "What happened today must not be told to anyone."

"Yes...it's the Celestial Master!" the disciple hurriedly replied, his face pale.

Zhang Yunpu turned around and walked back.

Zhang Minghao quickly followed.

The two remained silent all the way back to the quiet room.

After closing the door, Zhang Yunpu slowly spoke.

"Minghao, contact Qingfeng Temple immediately."

"How so?"

"To express your gratitude, just say that the sword has been received and the effect is... very good." Zhang Yunpu paused, "Also, subtly ask if Master Li has time to visit Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Minghao was stunned: "Invite him here? This..."

"Do as I say," Zhang Yunpu said in a deep voice. "We, Longhu Mountain, must befriend this Master Li."

"Yes." Zhang Minghao nodded emphatically.

He took out his phone, carefully considered his words, and prepared to send a private message to Li Jun.

And this moment.

Outside the Jingwai Pavilion, deep within the Tianshi Mansion complex.

Inside the main hall where statues of past patriarchs are enshrined.

Incense smoke curls around.

Dozens of statues of gods stand silently on the shrine.

Sudden……

The eyelids of the Three Pure Ones statue in the very center seemed to twitch slightly.

It's very mild.

The ache was so slight that the Taoist priest on duty rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

But what he didn't see was...

The postures of all the statues were extremely slow...

Adjustment.

As if unconsciously, it slightly turned in a certain direction.

That direction led directly to Zhang Yunpu's meditation room.