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

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Kitahara City.

The Hu family home in the suburbs.

The cold winter wind howled through the old locust tree in the yard, and the strings of dried chili peppers and corn cobs hanging under the eaves swayed gently in the wind.

The room was warm and cozy, with a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) inside.

Aunt Hu sat cross-legged on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a pipe in her hand but not lighting it. Her eyes were fixed on Zhao Tieshan, who was sitting in the chair opposite her.

Zhao Tieshan felt uncomfortable under that gaze. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. The tea was already cold, but he didn't care.

"Aunt Hu..." Zhao Tieshan put down his teacup and forced himself to speak, "The list has indeed been finalized. This is not targeting the shamanic lineage; many other sects' spells have also been removed."

Grandma Hu didn't say anything, she just stared at him, gripping her pipe even tighter.

"The seniors at headquarters have studied it. Although those techniques are good, they are not suitable for beginners," Zhao Tieshan continued to explain. "Think about it, the possession of spirits by shamans requires too much mental fortitude. Beginners can't handle it and are prone to making mistakes..."

"That's enough," Aunt Hu suddenly said, her voice low but as cold as a knife.

She slowly stood up.

The old lady was not tall and her back was a little hunched, but standing there at this moment, she had an indescribable aura.

"Zhao kid, stop spouting nonsense."

Aunt Hu walked step by step to Zhao Tieshan, pointing her pipe at his nose.

"I'll just ask you one question."

"Are you Night Watchmen taking advantage of the fact that my shamanic lineage has no one left?"

"Do you think I'm the only old woman left in the Hu family, and that I'm easy to bully?!"

That's a very strong statement.

Zhao Tieshan's expression changed, and he quickly stood up: "Aunt Hu, what you're saying... We Night Watchmen know how much the shamanic lineage has done for the North over the years!"

"You have a plan?" Aunt Hu sneered. "If you have a plan, do you think you can eradicate all of our shamanic practices? Leave not a single one alive?!"

She grew increasingly angry as she spoke, her voice rising: "When you were compiling 'An Introduction to Magic,' what did you Night Watchers say? You said you wanted to give all traditions a chance, to let the cultivation systems of Great Xia flourish!"

"My old woman believed your lies! She brought out all her most treasured possessions!"

"But what about now?!"

Aunt Hu's chest heaved, and her eyes reddened slightly.

"Zhao, you'd better give me an explanation today!"

"Otherwise, I'll make a scene at your headquarters! I want to see which senior has dared to humiliate my Northern shamanic lineage like this!"

Zhao Tieshan was forced to take a step back, sweat beading on his forehead.

He knows Aunt Hu too well.

This old lady may look kind and gentle, but she was a notorious tough guy in the north when she was young.

At this moment, Zhao Tieshan was inwardly groaning, but on the surface he still had to smile apologetically: "Aunt Hu, please calm down. This really isn't targeting shamans. Look, haven't some of the magic arts from Maoshan and Longhushan been cut as well?"

"They deserved to be cut!" Aunt Hu glared. "But why don't we, the shamanic lineage, have a single spot?!"

She sat back down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her voice turning cold: "Young Zhao, I won't make things difficult for you."

"I don't ask for much."

"Just give me one spot in the shaman lineage."

"Even the simplest and most basic spirit summoning technique, as long as it's on the list, I'll accept it."

"This is very important to our lineage."

Aunt Hu paused, then said, slowly and deliberately, "If that doesn't work, I'll really go to your headquarters and cause a scene."

"At my age, I have nothing to be afraid of."

Zhao Tieshan looked into the old woman's stubborn eyes and sighed inwardly.

He knew that what Aunt Hu was fighting for wasn't just a single spot.

What they are fighting for is whether the lineage of shamans can occupy a place in the new era!

but……

"Aunt Hu," Zhao Tieshan took a deep breath, his tone becoming serious, "this matter has been decided, and there is absolutely no possibility of change."

Aunt Hu narrowed her eyes and gripped the tobacco pouch in her hand even tighter.

But Zhao Tieshan's next words made her pause.

"I wonder, ma'am, do you still remember those nine bolts of heavenly lightning from a while ago?"

Aunt Hu was stunned for a moment.

Nine bolts of heavenly lightning?

"How could I not remember?" Aunt Hu's tone softened a bit. "After all, I was there too..."

She stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking.

Those sharp eyes suddenly fixed on Zhao Tieshan, their pupils slightly contracting.

"etc……"

Aunt Hu's mind raced.

Nine bolts of heavenly lightning... Senior...

Is it...

Aunt Hu stared at Zhao Tieshan and slowly said, "Could it be... that the senior who finalized the list is Jin Hao's godfather?"

Zhao Tieshan did not give a direct answer.

He simply shook his head, his tone respectful: "It cannot be said."

However, his reaction confirmed Aunt Hu's suspicions.

The old lady fell silent.

She stood up and paced around the living room with her hands behind her back.

The soles of the shoes made a slight sound as they stepped on the blue brick floor.

Outside the window, the cold wind howled.

Inside the house, only the sound of the old lady pacing could be heard.

Zhao Tieshan sat in his chair, not daring to utter a sound.

After a while, Aunt Hu stopped and looked at Zhao Tieshan: "Young Zhao, about the list... I can accept it."

The joy on Zhao Tieshan's face froze.

He shook his head with a wry smile: "Aunt Hu, I'm not qualified."

"That senior... I've never even met him before."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Hu's face showed a look of emotion.

"Too……"

She sat back down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and muttered to herself.

"That senior only gave a talisman, and it was able to summon nine heavenly lightning bolts to kill the silver-armored corpse."

"Such divine beings, like dragons soaring in the heavens, are not easily seen by us mortals."

The old lady looked out the window, her expression complex.

"That kid Jin Hao... he's really blessed with good fortune."

Zhao Tieshan quickly chimed in, "Yes, Jin Hao is indeed a lucky guy."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Aunt Hu has accepted the outcome.

As long as the old lady doesn't cause trouble, the matter of the shamanic lineage can be considered settled.

However, at that moment...

Suddenly, Aunt Hu turned her head and looked intently at Zhao Tieshan.

Those eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Young Zhao, I won't make things difficult for you."

The old lady spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.

"Please convey my request to Qin Chengzhong."

"No matter what, I must see that senior."

"At all costs."

Zhao Tieshan was stunned.

"Aunt Hu, what... what's wrong?"

He really couldn't understand it.

The list has already been accepted, so why insist on opposing Master Li?

Aunt Hu shook her head, her voice low and somber: "You don't understand."

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the howling cold wind.

Thoughts that others could not understand were churning within him.

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