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

Sunlight streamed into the office through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the intricate patterns on the carpet with distinct light and shadow.

Jason stood by the window, his knuckles white as he gripped the itinerary for his visit to Summer, which had been revised countless times.

Outside the window, in the plaza of the headquarters of the Bureau of Paranormal Research, several black cars were already in position, and the deep roar of their engines could be heard even through the glass.

The assistant stood at the door, holding a briefcase, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.

"Director, the President is all ready and can depart at any time."

Jason did not turn around.

He looked at the sky outside the window and remained silent for a long time.

"You said..." he finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Will we be able to reach an agreement on this trip to Great Xia?"

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said, "Director, didn't Daxia already approve our visit request?"

“Agreeing is one thing.” Jason turned to look at him. “Whether the talks can be completed is another matter.”

"Master Li of the Great Xia Dynasty can slay 100,000 gods and destroy a country with a flick of his wrist."

"In his eyes, we are probably no different from the gods of the Sakura Kingdom."

The assistant opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

Because he knew that what the bureau chief said was true.

Before such a being, neither the New World nor Europe are but ants.

The only difference is that some ants are stronger and some are weaker.

But an ant is still an ant.

"Let's go." Jason took a deep breath, put the itinerary into his briefcase, and said, "Let's go see the president."

He strode out of the office, his steps firm, but his back conveyed an indescribable heaviness.

The assistant quickly followed.

The two walked through the corridor and entered the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Jason suddenly said, "I hope our choice was right."

The assistant did not answer.

Because he didn't know the answer either.

……

The Black House, the President's office.

The president sat behind his desk, a thick document spread out in front of him.

He looked unwell, with deep bags under his eyes, and his hair was much whiter than when he last appeared in public.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep since the third wave of spiritual energy erupted.

Those natural spirits that descended to earth, those ever-increasing energy levels, those crises that could erupt at any moment...

Everything was giving him a headache.

"Sir, Director Jason has arrived," the secretary's voice came from the doorway.

The president looked up and rubbed his temples.

"Please let him in."

Jason walked into the office and sat down opposite the president.

The two looked at each other and saw the same weariness in each other's eyes.

"Is the itinerary set?" the president asked bluntly.

Jason nodded: "It's settled. We'll leave in two hours, first to Daxia Longcheng, then transfer to Luxian."

He paused, then added, "As for Great Xia, the Night Watch has agreed to our visit request, and their Deputy Chief Advisor, General Qin, has indicated that he will personally receive us."

The president nodded without saying anything.

He looked down at the document on the table and remained silent for a long time.

"Jansen," he finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Do you think that Taoist priest Li from Great Xia will grant our request?"

Jason was silent for a few seconds.

"have no idea."

He told the truth.

"But this is our only hope."

The president looked up at him.

"The only hope?"

"Yes," Jason nodded. "Although the Church of Holy Light sent angels saying they would help us resolve the threat of the nature spirits, their words cannot be trusted!"

"As for the Great Xia... they value morality and keep their promises."

"If we can get help from Great Xia, at least... we can retain some autonomy."

After listening, the president remained silent for a long time.

Then he sighed.

"I hope you're right."

He stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, on the lawn of the Black House, a Stars and Stripes flag fluttered in the wind.

The president looked at the flag with a complex expression.

"The New World has been established for two hundred years and has never bowed its head to anyone."

His voice was soft, but he emphasized each word.

"I never imagined that when I took office, I would have to..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But Jason understood what he meant.

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"Sir," Jason stood up and walked to the president's side, "this is not bowing down."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This is cooperation."

"It is a collaboration between Great Xia and the New World."

"It is to jointly address the new era that has arrived."

The president turned his head and looked at him.

Looked for a long time.

Then he smiled.

That smile contained bitterness, helplessness, and a hint of relief.

"you're right."

He patted Jason on the shoulder.

"This is cooperation."

"It's not about bowing your head."

"Let's go."

"Go and see that Taoist priest Li."

"Let's see what kind of person he really is."

……

Two hours later.

A silver-white special plane took off from New World International Airport and flew westward.

On the plane, the president sat by the window, watching the coastline recede into the distance, remaining silent.

time flies.

The plane flew through the clouds, and the scenery outside the window changed from the ocean to land, and from land to city.

As the skyline of Daxia Longcheng appeared outside the porthole, Jason's heart involuntarily quickened.

"arrive."

The president sat up straight and looked out the window at the magnificent city.

The plane landed slowly, taxied a distance on the runway, and then came to a steady stop on the tarmac.

The gangway vehicle approached and docked with the cabin door.

The hatch opened, and Jason was the first to step out.

He stood on the gangway and took a deep breath.

The air was fresh, carrying a faint floral fragrance.

It smelled completely different from what he had smelled in the New World.

In the New World, there was always a sense of tension, anxiety, and unease in the air.

Here, all he felt was tranquility.

Yes, tranquility.

That kind of peace and tranquility.

Jason took a few deep breaths and then walked down the gangway.

The president followed behind him, also taking a few deep breaths.

Then he exclaimed, "The air here is so fresh."

Jason nodded. "Yes, that's great."

Below the gangway, Mr. Qin, the night watchman, was standing there, followed by several uniformed staff members.

Upon seeing Jason and the president, President Qin stepped forward and extended his hand.

"Director Johnson, Mr. President, welcome to Great Britain."

Jason quickly grasped President Qin's hand.

"Mr. Qin, thank you for your hospitality."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, President Qin stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed.

"This way, please. The car is ready."

Jason nodded and followed President Qin toward the parking lot.

The group boarded the vehicles, and the convoy slowly drove away from the airport, heading towards the city along the highway.

The car was quiet, with only the soft rustling of tires rolling over the road.

President Qin sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Jason and the President in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

"Gentlemen, what are the specific arrangements for your visit to Great Xia?"

Jason and the president exchanged a glance.

Then, Jason spoke.

"Mr. Qin, the main reason we're here is to meet someone."

President Qin did not ask who it was.

Because he knew that there was only one person who could command a personal visit from the president of the New World and the director of the Bureau of Paranormal Research.

"Master Li."

President Qin uttered the name calmly.

Jason nodded.

"Yes, Master Li."

"We want to see him and talk to him in person about some things."

President Qin remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"I can help you contact Master Li."

"But I cannot guarantee whether the Taoist priest is willing to see you."

Jason nodded: "I understand, I understand."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Qin."

President Qin waved his hand without saying a word.

Silence fell over the car again.

Jason and the president exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of tension in each other's eyes.

They knew that the real test was yet to come.