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

Chapter 318 The First View of Southeast Asia

"Soon."

Li Jun flicked the sword with his finger, calming the warlike spirit within it.

Over this period of time, the sword spirit of the Demon-Suppressing Sword has grown considerably, and its intelligence is now equivalent to that of a seven- or eight-year-old child.

At this moment, the sword spirit buzzed excitedly, and then couldn't wait to begin its report.

"Master, I've been practicing the powers from the divine artifacts I ate before."

"The Flame of the God of War, Thunder, True Fire of the Sun, Power of Death, Light of Judgment—I've almost finished digesting all of these."

Li Jun raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Which ones are usable?"

"I can use them all." The sword spirit's voice carried a hint of pride. "There are eight powers in total, and I can use them all."

"Although its power is not as great as the original, I can add it to the sword for my master. Add the Flame of the God of War and it becomes a fire sword; add thunder and it becomes a thunder sword; add the Light of Judgment and it becomes a lightsaber —"

Blade & Soul was speaking with great enthusiasm.

But Li Jun smiled and said, "No need."

The sword spirit was stunned. "Huh?"

"Too flashy, not practical," Li Jun said calmly. "Continue to absorb it, and incorporate all that power into the sword. I only need one kind."

"What?"

"Sharp".

Li Jun's voice was calm, but the sword spirit felt a shiver run down its spine.

It understood.

The owner doesn't need those fancy things.

Whether it's the Flame of the God of War, the Light of Judgment, or the True Fire of the Sun—

Before their master, they all met only the fate of being shattered by a single sword strike.

The master's sword only needs one attribute: sharpness.

Extreme sharpness.

A sharpness sharp enough to annihilate everything.

"Yes, Master," the sword spirit replied, then fell silent and continued to bury itself in digesting the power.

Southeast Asia.

In the afternoon, the sun was blazing, the air was humid and sultry, and the sounds of insects and birds echoed from the depths of the rainforest.

Wanfu Temple is built against the mountain. It occupies a small area with only three courtyards. With its green tiles, white walls, flying eaves and upturned corners, it incorporates some local Nanyang elements into the Daxia-style architecture, making it look both ancient and unique.

At the entrance of the Taoist temple, two tall banyan trees provide ample shade, casting a cool, shady glow over the entire temple.

Inside the temple at this moment.

Master Qingxu and Gu Changqing sat at a stone table in the courtyard, with a pot of tea in front of them.

Gu Changqing sat opposite Master Qingxu, holding a teacup and gazing thoughtfully at the old banyan tree outside the courtyard.

"Senior brother," he suddenly spoke, "tell me, just how powerful is Master Li?"

Master Qingxu glanced at him, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

"How strong?" He put down his teacup, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

He paused, then continued, "However, judging from the images that have been circulated, nearly a hundred gods, ten angels, and those projections of god kings didn't even make a splash in front of Master Li."

"With a single sweep of his sword, the trapping and killing formation composed of more than seventy gods was shattered."

"With a single sword strike, even the shadow of God was annihilated."

"With a single strike, Zeus's projection shattered."

Master Qingxu picked up his teacup and took another sip.

"Changqing, how strong do you think this is?"

Gu Changqing remained silent for a moment.

"I've heard that even the weakest of those gods is comparable to a celestial being."

"Celestial Immortal." He repeated the word, his voice full of emotion, "In this lifetime, we may not even be able to cultivate to the level of Earth Immortal, but Master Li, one sword strike takes down a Celestial Immortal."

Master Qingxu nodded.

"Therefore, Master Li is a blessing to the Great Xia!"

Gu Changqing nodded.

"Senior brother is right."

He paused, then asked, "Senior brother, do you think those pantheons will retaliate after the battle in the New World?"

Master Qingxu pondered for a moment.

"Retaliation?" He shook his head. "What would they use to retaliate?"

"Nearly a hundred deities couldn't defeat Master Li; even the projection of the God King was shattered with a single sword strike. Do they still dare to come?"

"Besides, the spiritual energy in the mortal world has not fully recovered yet. Those true forms of the gods cannot come down. Even if they want to take revenge, they can only watch helplessly."

Gu Changqing thought about it and felt that his senior brother made sense.

"And what about Southeast Asia?" he asked. "What are those forces that were previously flirting with the Buddhist community doing now?"

Master Qingxu smiled.

"It caused quite a commotion."

He stood up, walked to a banyan tree in the yard, and reached out to touch the rough bark.

"Changqing, you don't know, ever since the footage of Master Li's battle in the New World spread, the entire supernatural world of Southeast Asia has..."

It's in an uproar!

"Those forces that had previously been flirting with the Brahma Church have all severed ties with it overnight."

"Those forces that ignored our Wanfu Temple are now lining up to offer us gifts."

Master Qingxu turned around and looked at Gu Changqing after saying this.

"Do you know what they call us now?"

Gu Changqing shook his head.

"have no idea."

"They call us—" Master Qingxu said, enunciating each word clearly, "the number one temple in Southeast Asia."

Gu Changqing paused for a moment, then smiled.

"This is all thanks to Master Li."

"you do not say."

Master Qingxu walked back to the stone table, sat down again, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

The tea had gone cold, but his heart was burning with passion.

"Senior brother," Gu Changqing asked again, "Do you think Master Li will come to Southeast Asia?"

Master Qingxu thought for a moment.

"have no idea."

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"However, I think it probably will."

"Why?" Gu Changqing asked.

Master Qingxu did not answer immediately.

He held his teacup, looked at the banyan tree in the courtyard, and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Because the geomantic energy of Southeast Asia seems to have become somewhat turbulent recently."

Gu Changqing frowned.

"Not peaceful? What do you mean?"

Master Qingxu shook his head.

"I can't explain it either."

"It's like there's something moving deep within the earth's veins."

"It's like something is awakening, or like something is struggling."

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"I hope I'm just overthinking it."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

A young Taoist boy rushed in, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"Master, Uncle-Master, there are people outside—someone has come to visit."

Master Qingxu glanced at the young Taoist, somewhat puzzled.

Wanfu Temple is now very famous in Southeast Asia. These disciples have seen the world and have met all sorts of important people.

Why is everything so strange today?

"Who's here?" he asked.

The young Taoist opened his mouth as if to say something, but his expression became even more unnatural.

"Yes—yes—"

He kept saying "yes" for a long time, but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.

Master Qingxu frowned even more deeply.

He was about to ask a question when his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly stood up.

He sensed an extremely terrifying aura that flashed past outside the temple.

The aura it possessed was far stronger than any golden-armored general he had ever seen before.

Far exceeding.

even----

It was beyond his comprehension.