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

Carrying a light cardboard box back to his dormitory, Wang Hu closed the door, took a deep breath, and tore off the tape.

Inside lay a wooden sword carefully wrapped in bubble wrap, and a folded yellow paper talisman.

He took out the peach wood sword and unwrapped the bubble wrap.

The sword is about one meter long, very light, and made of dark brown wood with fine grain. There are no visible signs of it being electrocuted.

The blade is engraved with some unfamiliar runes on both sides, the strokes are clear and the craftsmanship is good. The hilt has a simple dragon pattern and feels comfortable to hold.

That's it?

Wang Hu examined the sword from all angles, flicked the blade with his finger, and then casually swung it a few times.

Nothing special.

It wasn't even as "high-class" as the peach wood swords he saw at the night market stalls; those at least had a layer of varnish on them, making them look shiny and smooth.

A huge wave of disappointment and self-mockery surged up, making his throat dry. Wang Hu, you're really getting worse as you get older!

They actually pin their hopes on toys bought online?

Wang Hu shook his head with a wry smile, casually put the peach wood sword back into the box, and then picked up the talisman.

The talisman paper is ordinary yellow paper with smooth red talisman lines, but it is obviously printed. The content is the word "peace" and there are some decorative patterns around it.

It was as ordinary as it gets.

Wang Hu sighed and casually stuffed the amulet into his inner shirt pocket. After all, it was a free gift he bought for ninety-nine yuan, and it would be a waste to throw it away.

Just then, a colleague called out from the doorway:

"Tiger, the meeting is in session."

Wang Hu put away his phone, took a deep breath, picked up the peach wood sword box on the table, and walked towards the conference room.

……

There were seven or eight people sitting in the conference room.

Team leader Chen Jianguo sat in the main seat. He was in his forties, with a square face, and was frowning.

Seeing Wang Hu enter, he nodded: "Everyone's here, let's begin."

The projector was turned on, and a file appeared on the screen.

"Target codename 'Blood Robe', initially identified as a C-level Fiend, skilled in illusion and manipulating vengeful spirits."

Chen Jianguo's voice was low: "Three days ago, it killed one of our team members in an abandoned factory in the western suburbs."

At this point, he glanced at Wang Hu.

The atmosphere in the meeting room became solemn.

Everyone knew that the teammate who sacrificed his life was Wang Hu's partner and his best brother.

Wang Hu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

"The objective of tonight's operation is to completely eliminate 'Blood Clothes'."

Chen Jianguo continued, "The operation is divided into two groups: one team will be the main attack force, and the other team will provide perimeter security. Wang Hu..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "You'll be working with Team Two."

Wang Hu looked up sharply: "Captain! I want to join the first team!"

"That's an order."

Chen Jianguo's tone left no room for argument: "Wang Hu, I know you want revenge, but you're emotionally unstable right now, and joining the team will only drag the whole team down."

The other team members all looked at Wang Hu with complicated expressions.

There was sympathy, worry, and helplessness.

"team leader……"

"Obey orders!"

Chen Jianguo interrupted him, his voice stern.

Wang Hu gritted his teeth and said nothing more.

He lowered his head, his eyes red.

At that moment, a young teammate noticed the box in his hand.

"Tiger, what are you holding?"

Wang Hu placed the box on the table and opened it.

A finely crafted peach wood sword was revealed.

"A peach wood sword?"

The young team member paused for a moment, then laughed: "Tiger, you're not thinking of using this against 'Blood Robe', are you?"

The other team members also looked over.

Some people shook their heads, while others suppressed a laugh.

Chen Jianguo frowned: "Wang Hu, where did you get this?"

"I bought it online," Wang Hu said, forcing a smile.

"Online?"

Chen Jianguo's face darkened: "Do you know how dangerous tonight's operation is? Bringing this thing along?"

"The Taoist priest who sells this is very powerful," Wang Hu quickly explained. "I've seen his videos; his palm lightning can shatter watermelons dozens of meters away..."

Before he could finish speaking, a low chuckle rippled through the conference room.

"Brother Tiger, those are all special effects online."

"Exactly, if they really had that skill, they would have been designated a national treasure long ago. How could they be selling peach wood swords online?"

"And look at this nickname, 'Riding an Ox Out of Hangu Pass,' how arrogant is that? Would a proper Taoist priest dare to name himself like that?"

Wang Hu's face turned red and then white as he was being talked about.

He wasn't really sure himself.

But now, all they can do is stubbornly insist, "You don't understand. How can we possibly fathom the actions of a master?"

"Come on, Tiger."

The young team member picked up the peach wood sword and weighed it in his hand: "This thing is just a handicraft, it's so light. I'd even think 9.9 yuan with free shipping is too expensive. How much did you pay for it?"

"Ninety-nine," Wang Hu said in a muffled voice.

"What? Ninety-nine?"

The young team member's eyes widened: "Tiger, you've been tricked!"

The low laughter in the meeting room grew louder.

Chen Jianguo sighed: "Wang Hu, pack up the stuff. We'll be operating tonight using the equipment we've been issued."

Wang Hu opened his mouth, but ultimately did not refute it.

He silently put away the peach wood sword and held it tightly in his hand.

The coldness of the sword hilt calmed him down a little.

……

The operation began at 10 p.m.

Two black SUVs silently drove out of the city and headed towards an abandoned factory in the western suburbs.

Wang Hu sat in the back of the second car, gripping the peach wood sword tightly in his hand.

The streetlights outside the window rushed past, and the city gradually receded into the distance.

The young teammate in the front row glanced at him in the rearview mirror, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

In the end, nothing was said.

The atmosphere inside the car was oppressive.

Everyone knew how dangerous tonight's mission was.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped.

The group got off the bus and were greeted by a dilapidated factory area.

The abandoned factory building lay like a giant beast in the darkness, its windows broken and its iron gates rusted.

The pale moonlight shone on the rusty machines and waist-high weeds, making them appear particularly eerie.

The night wind blew, and the weeds rustled.

It looks like something is crawling inside.

"One team enters from the front, the second team disperses and guards all exits."

Chen Jianguo lowered his voice and ordered, "Remember, report any unusual activity immediately. Do not act without authorization."

"yes!"

The team members quickly dispersed.

Wang Hu led three team members around to the back of the factory.

The weeds here are even taller, almost as tall as a person.

The ground was covered with broken bricks and tiles, so you had to be careful when walking.

"Tiger, you're saying that thing is really inside?"

One of the team members asked in a low voice, his voice trembling.

He was a newcomer, participating in a mission of this level for the first time.

Wang Hu didn't speak, but simply gripped the peach wood sword tighter.

Reports from the team could be heard intermittently over the walkie-talkie.

"We have entered the factory."

"Traces of vengeful spirit activity have been discovered."

"Advancing deeper..."

The voice was kept very low, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Time passed second by second.

Wang Hu stared into the darkness ahead, his palms sweating profusely.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the walkie-talkie!

"Watch out! It's coming!"

Then came a chaotic cacophony of sounds—gunshots, screams, and some kind of sharp hiss.

"Team One! Report the situation!"

Wang Hu was startled and immediately pressed the button on the walkie-talkie.

However, there was no response.

There was only a hissing sound of electricity.

Wang Hu's expression changed, and he was about to rush out.

"Tiger! The captain told us to stay here!"

The teammate pulled him back.

"Let go!"

Wang Hu shook off his opponent and was about to rush forward, but suddenly he stopped.

Suddenly, several dark figures appeared in the weeds ahead.

Their bodies were twisted, as if braided by an invisible hand, exuding a strong sense of resentment.

Low-level vengeful spirit.

And the number... is constantly increasing.