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

Chapter 34 Holy crap! This sword can fly?! (Two chapters combined, please read on!)

Li Jun rode his old, rickety electric tricycle down the mountain.

The mountain road was shrouded in mist in the early morning, and the car headlights cast a beam of light through the fog.

He was completely unaware that a pair of eyes were staring intently at him from behind the old locust tree at the entrance to the mountain road.

He was a young man dressed in casual clothes, with a miniature earpiece in his ear.

Upon seeing Li Jun descend the mountain, he immediately lowered his voice and reported, "The Daoist has descended the mountain. Repeat, the Daoist has descended the mountain."

The sound was transmitted through an encrypted channel to the residential building opposite the courier station.

Liu Zhenguo immediately tensed up.

"Attention all groups, the Taoist priest has set off and is expected to arrive at the courier station in ten minutes."

"Repeat, the Taoist priest has already set off."

Everyone in the room held their breath.

The Qingwei Sect Leader slowly opened his eyes and walked to the window.

His gaze swept across the street and landed on the long wooden crate at the courier station.

The wooden crate sat quietly next to the counter, with a delivery slip attached to its surface.

But in the perception of Master Qingwei, that wooden box was like a volcano about to erupt.

Even through the lead box and the seven layers of talismans, the cold, fierce aura still managed to seep out in wisps.

Ten minutes later.

The electric scooter wobbled and stopped in front of the courier station.

Li Jun pulled out the key, jumped out of the car, pushed open the glass door, and went inside.

"Brother Zhou, I need to pick up the package."

As Brother Zhou was tidying up the shelves, he turned around, saw Li Jun, and smiled: "Hey, Little Taoist Master Li, you're up early today."

"Yeah, I need to get back quickly after I pick it up, I have a ton of work to do." Li Jun took out his phone and found the pickup code.

Brother Zhou took the phone, glanced at it, and then turned around to pick up the long wooden box from beside the counter.

"This one is very heavy, it must weigh thirty or forty pounds."

As he spoke, he placed the box on the counter: "What did you buy? It's so heavy."

Li Jun was also curious: "I don't know either, it was a souvenir sent by a partner company."

He reached out and tried it; it was indeed heavy.

The sender on the express delivery slip was listed as "Zhongyuan Folk Culture Research Association," and the recipient was him.

"Thanks, Brother Zhou."

Li Jun picked up the box and walked out.

He wondered to himself, "Could the souvenir that Researcher Zhou mentioned be some kind of metal ornament?"

It's so heavy, it must be solid.

He carried the box to the electric scooter and painstakingly secured it to the truck bed.

Then I got on my bike, turned around, and headed towards Qingfeng Temple.

In the residential building across the street.

Everyone was watching Li Jun's every move closely.

When Li Jun walked into the courier station, Master Qingwei frowned.

He stared intently at Li Jun's retreating figure, his eyes unblinking.

"Master, what did you see?" Mingxin asked in a low voice.

Master Qingwei did not answer immediately.

He slowly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again.

"Strange—this is so strange—"

"What's strange?"

"Just a moment ago, I vaguely sensed a thin aura gathering towards him," said the Qingwei Sect Leader slowly. "But upon closer inspection, I couldn't perceive it."

"

"It seems like an illusion."

Liu Zhenguo leaned closer: "Master, what you mean is—"

"What I mean is, this Master Li is either just an ordinary person," the Qingwei Sect Leader paused, "or—his cultivation level is so high that I can't even comprehend it."

The room was deathly silent.

Can't understand?

The Qingwei Sect Leader is at the peak of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation, only one step away from Refining Emptiness.

Even he can't understand?

What level of skill would that be?

Liu Zhenguo swallowed hard: "Then—what about the sword? Did you sense any change?"

The Qingwei Sect Leader looked out the window again.

Li Jun had already ridden away on his electric bike and disappeared at the end of the street.

The old Taoist priest was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

"Just a moment ago, the malevolent energy emanating from the sword box vanished completely."

"Disappeared?" Liu Zhenguo was taken aback. "Was it suppressed?"

"It doesn't seem like it," Headmaster Qingwei shook his head. "It's more like he's deliberately restraining himself."

He looked at Liu Zhenguo, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "That sword—is afraid."

Liu Zhenguo was completely dumbfounded.

Can a sword be afraid?

Who would believe that if I told them?

"Sect Leader, are you sure?"

"I've cultivated for eighty years, so I still have this much perception," said the Qingwei Sect Leader calmly.

Liu Zhenguo fell silent.

He looked at Chen Jianguo, and the two exchanged a glance.

They both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Boss, what do we do now?" Wang Hu asked in a low voice.

Liu Zhenguo took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

"Go up the mountain."

"Up the mountain?" Wang Hu was taken aback. "To Qingfeng Temple?"

"Yes," Liu Zhenguo said decisively, "We must observe closely to avoid any accidents."

He looked at Sect Leader Qingwei: "Sect Leader, you—"

"I'll go too." Sect Leader Qingwei stood up. "Since we're here, we should at least see the descendants of our old friends."

"That's great!" Liu Zhenguo breathed a sigh of relief.

With Master Qingwei around, we'll have a better chance of success should anything happen.

He selected two team members: "You two stay here and continue monitoring the area around the courier station."

"The rest of you, follow me up the mountain."

"Remember, everyone must remain hidden and absolutely not let Master Li find out."

"yes!"

Qingfeng Temple.

Li Jun parked his electric scooter in the yard and carried the wooden box into his room.

The wooden box made a dull thud when it was placed on the desk.

He rubbed his hands together, somewhat excited.

What kind of souvenir could Researcher Zhou be referring to?

He found a crowbar and carefully pried open the wooden box.

The moment the lid was opened, a blast of cool air hit me.

It wasn't just ordinary cool air; it was a chilly, damp feeling.

Li Jun brushed aside the straw filling inside, revealing a dark blue metal box with ancient patterns engraved on its surface.

It feels cold and heavy to the touch.

"This box—it can't be bronze, can it?" Li Jun muttered as he opened the lid.

The inside of the box lid was lined with a layer of dark red velvet.

A sword lay on the velvet cloth.

The sword is about one meter long, and the blade is a standard eight-sided Han sword with strong lines.

The blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light in the morning sun.

The hilt is black, wrapped with dark red cord, and feels comfortable to hold.

What surprised Li Jun the most was that the sword looked brand new, as if it had just been forged.

But strangely, it also gives people a sense of inexplicable historical weight.

It was as if I had traveled through a thousand years to stand before him.

He gently picked up the sword; it felt heavy in his hand, weighing at least four or five pounds.

Both sides of the sword were engraved with intricate patterns, resembling some kind of runes, but they were not very clear.

"This craftsmanship—it's amazing!"

Li Jun played with it with great affection, waving it around a few times.

The air whistled as the sword's blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a soft "whooshing" sound.

This sword is far superior to the craft swords he'd seen online.

The materials, workmanship, and texture are all impeccable.

"It's a pity I sharpened it, otherwise I would have definitely made a video to show off."

Li Jun shook his head regretfully.

If this weren't sharpened, it would definitely be a work of art; it would surely go viral online.

But once it's sharpened, it becomes a controlled knife, and he wouldn't dare to use it indiscriminately.

He was playing with it when he suddenly felt something rough against his hand at the hilt.

Upon closer inspection, two small characters were engraved on the hilt of the sword.

To ward off evil spirits.

"Suppressing evil spirits? That's a pretty imposing name."

Li Jun didn't pay any attention and continued to admire the sword.

"Researcher Zhou is too kind—" he thought to himself with a smug smile.

This sword must cost at least several thousand dollars, right?

He held the sword, looking at it from left to right, clearly enamored with it.

Completely unaware that after he gripped the hilt, the patterns on the sword were slowly—

Faded.

It didn't disappear, but rather seemed to be erased by something.

Slow, but determined.

However, just as the patterns were about to disappear completely, Li Jun suddenly placed the sword casually on the desk.

"Oh, right, I should give Researcher Zhou a call to thank him."

He picked up his phone, found Zhou Wenyuan's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Hello, is this Researcher Zhou? This is Li Jun."

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Wenyuan's voice sounded somewhat nervous: "Master Li—Master Li, did you receive the package?"

"Received it, received it!" Li Jun said with a smile, "Thank you so much, I really like this sword!"

"I'm glad you like it—" Zhou Wenyuan's voice became even more tense, "That sword—is there anything unusual about it?"

"Abnormal? No, nothing's wrong." Li Jun said casually, "It's just a bit heavy, but the quality is exceptional. Researcher Zhou, you've gone to great lengths."

"No—no expense was required, it's nothing." Zhou Wenyuan chuckled dryly.

Li Jun felt something was off.

Why does Researcher Zhou sound so nervous?

It's like—what are you afraid of?

"Researcher Zhou, are you alright?" Li Jun asked with concern. "Your voice sounds off; are you sick?"

"No—no, I just have a bit of a cold." Zhou Wenyuan quickly said, "Um—Master Li, if you have nothing else, I'll hang up now, I still have some work to do here—"

"Oh, okay, then get some rest and take care of yourself."

"Thank you for your concern, Master Li."

The phone hangs up.

Li Jun looked at his phone, somewhat puzzled.

Why is Zhou Wenyuan acting so strangely today?

He spoke haltingly, and his voice trembled.

Have you really caught a cold?

He shook his head, not thinking much of it, put down his phone, and prepared to continue studying the sword.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a scene he would never forget.

The evil-repelling sword that he casually placed on the table—

It's moving on its own.

It's not the kind of movement where you get knocked over.

Instead, it moved towards the edge of the table little by little, as if it were alive.

The sword trembled slightly and moved very slowly, as if it was trying its best to restrain something.

Li Jun rubbed his eyes.

He wondered if he had misread it.

But the next moment, the sword moved to the edge of the table.

Then----

It trembled and floated up.

It hovered about ten centimeters above the table, swaying precariously as it drifted toward the closed door.

It was as if they wanted to escape from here.

Li Jun: "???"

He froze on the spot, his mind blank.

What's going on?

A sword—can it fly?

Just then, the sword floated to the door.

The closed door blocked their way.

It seemed to hesitate, the tip of the sword lightly touching the door panel, then it turned around, trying to squeeze out from under the door.

But the door gap was too narrow to squeeze through.

The sword began to tremble more violently, as if it were in a state of—anxiety?

Li Jun finally came to his senses.

He opened his mouth, and a national treasure trove of exclamations escaped his lips: "Holy crap—this sword can fly?!"

Li Junren was dumbfounded.

He had lived for nineteen years and this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a supernatural phenomenon.

A sword, floating up on its own?

Will Newton be turning in his grave?!

And just as he cried out in surprise—

hum! ! !

The suspended Demon-Suppressing Sword trembled violently!

As if it had been extremely frightened, the sword trembled violently and emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards————

boom!!!

A terrifying aura of malevolence surged into the sky from the sword!

The room was instantly filled with a cold, eerie atmosphere and a strong smell of blood!

The temperature in the room plummeted, and ice flowers instantly formed on the windowpane!

When Li Jun was hit by this murderous aura, the hair on his body stood on end, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He felt his hands and feet were cold, and he had some difficulty breathing.

"It's so cold————"

Li Jun instinctively hugged his arms tightly, his teeth chattering.

And at that very moment—

The jade pendant with the Tai Chi symbol that he always wore close to his body suddenly flew out on its own!

The red rope broke, the jade pendant floated in mid-air, the Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, and black and white light flowed.

The light rippled out like water, instantly enveloping the entire Demon-Suppressing Sword.

The murderous aura that soared into the sky was as if it were grasped by an invisible hand and forcibly pressed back down.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword struggled violently, its blade creaking and groaning as if it were about to shatter.

But the jade pendant's radiance remained as steady as Mount Tai, enveloping and suppressing the sword inch by inch.

The entire process lasted less than a second.

The light dissipated.

The jade pendant fell to the ground with a "thud".

The Demon-Suppressing Sword crashed to the ground with a clang, remaining motionless and reverting to its ordinary sword form.

The room returned to calm.

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But the broken red rope on the ground and the empty feeling in his chest were both reminders of Li Jun—

What just happened was all real.

Li Jun stood there blankly, looking at the sword on the table and then at the jade pendant on the ground.

His mind was buzzing and in complete confusion.

The sword flew away on its own.

The jade pendant flew out on its own and suppressed the sword.

What on earth is all this?!

"Something's wrong with this world."

He muttered to himself, his face pale.

He always thought that he had traveled to an ordinary parallel world.

The level of technology and social structure are similar to those of Earth in the previous life.

At most, there are some differences in historical details.

But now—

A flying sword?

A jade pendant that moves on its own?

Is this some kind of normal world?!

Moreover, the Tai Chi jade pendant that led him through time travel—

It seems to be an extraordinary treasure?

Li Jun bent down and picked up the jade pendant.

It feels smooth and gentle to the touch, just like usual.

But he saw that scene clearly.

It was this jade pendant that suppressed that strange sword.

"What exactly are you?!"

Looking at the jade pendant, Li Jun felt a mix of emotions.

And at that very moment—

Rumble!!!

Suddenly, a thunderclap rang out outside the window!

The thunder was extremely close, as if it exploded overhead, making the windows rattle.

Li Jun's hand trembled, and he almost threw the jade pendant away.

He hadn't reacted yet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

Thunder rumbled one after another, each louder than the last.

It rang nine times in total!

Nine thunderclaps boomed, shaking the heavens and earth, as if they were about to tear the sky apart.

The entire Lu County, and even several surrounding counties and cities, were startled by the sudden thunder.

Countless people looked up or ran to the window to look at the sky.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

Where did that lightning come from?!

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