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

The next few days were fulfilling yet uneventful for Li Jun.

During the day, I followed my master to the back mountain and chose an old peach tree that was said to be over fifty years old.

Logging, transporting, skinning, drying... all of these are physically demanding tasks.

Although the old Taoist priest was old, he was very efficient and decisive in his work.

Li Jun was exhausted and deeply appreciated the hardships faced by craftsmen.

"Master, how long does it take to make a sword, from the wood to the finished product?" Li Jun asked, wiping his sweat.

"What's the rush?" The old Taoist priest slowly sawed the tree branch. "Selecting materials, air-drying, rough shaping, fine carving, polishing, oiling... It takes two or three months at the fastest, and half a year or a year at the slowest. Good things can't be rushed."

Li Jun was speechless.

Why bother with mass production during this cycle?

It seems that peach wood swords will have to go down the high-end, limited-edition route from now on.

However, you can print more amulets.

He took some time to print another hundred copies, this time using newly purchased, higher-quality yellow paper.

The pattern has also been slightly adjusted to make it look more "authentic".

Then, he chose an evening and started broadcasting again.

He learned his lesson this time during the live stream.

They never mentioned terms like "palm thunder" or "ghost-chopping," emphasizing instead "purely handmade crafts," "traditional cultural experience," and "decorative displays."

However, the number of viewers in the live stream was significantly higher than last time.

Many of them are new faces.

The comments section has also become more "serious" than before.

"Greetings, Taoist Master. Are there any special considerations regarding the inscriptions on amulets?"

"Host, is the wood treatment for peach wood swords done by soaking it in tung oil using traditional methods?"

"Followed, looking forward to the new products."

As Li Jun answered, he muttered to himself.

The netizens who came today seem to have such a high level of knowledge.

The questions they asked were all from an expert's perspective.

Little did he know that on the other side of the screen, countless eyes from different special offices, folklore research institutes, and cultural preservation units were watching his every word and every move, trying to analyze even the slightest trace of a master.

When he took out the newly printed amulet, he hadn't even begun to explain it in detail.

The link has just been uploaded.

one second.

Sold out in an instant.

Li Jun: "..."

Viewers in the live stream: "..."

After a brief silence, the live chat exploded.

"Holy crap? My internet is lagging? It just disappeared after I clicked on it?"

"Who is it?! Their hands are so fast! How many years have they been single?!"

"Master, did you set it up wrong? Only the previous image?"

"@Riding an Ox Out of Hangu Pass, Daoist Master, could you please release more? Or even open pre-orders?"

Li Jun stared at the skyrocketing barrage of comments and the empty backend, feeling a bit bewildered.

He coughed lightly, "Um... thank you all for your support. Handmade production is indeed slower, and production capacity is limited. How about this, I'll release it regularly from now on, so everyone... can try to be the fastest?"

Upon hearing this, the comments section erupted in even more lamentation.

"No way, Taoist priest! This is harder than getting concert tickets!"

"Are there scalpers around? Taoist priest, you should do something about it!"

"I'll bet double! No, triple! Leave me one!"

Li Jun was both amused and exasperated.

He's just selling a homemade gadget, how did he manage to create a scarcity marketing effect?

And he really didn't ask for help!

Is it really a stroke of luck that can't be stopped?

He composed himself, quickly changed the subject, and began to demonstrate the rough draft of the peach wood sword and explain some basic woodworking knowledge.

The atmosphere in the live stream gradually returned to normal.

……

South City, a branch of the Night Watchmen disguised as the Qingshan District Special Office.

The lights in the technical analysis department were on all night.

Dozens of newly arrived amulets were placed on a specially made isolation analysis table.

Various precision instruments were aimed at them, performing scanning, spectral analysis, energy detection...

The bespectacled technical lead frowned as he watched the data cascading down the screen.

"Energy reading: zero."

Special element: Not found.

"Rune structure: a common variant of amulet, with no effective energy loop."

Material analysis: Yellow paper, ordinary vermilion...

"And the result?" Liu Zhenguo asked in a deep voice, standing behind him.

The technical lead pushed up his glasses, his tone full of confusion: "From any scientific or metaphysical point of view... this is just the most ordinary printed material, even more ordinary than the ordinary talisman paper circulated in some temples and Taoist monasteries."

"But you've already seen the on-site test report for the last batch of 'defective products,'" Chen Jianguo added from the side, holding a newly delivered document in his hand.

The technical lead nodded, his expression becoming even stranger.

He read that report more than once.

The test is simple: place a "defective" amulet near a low-level vengeful spirit binding container.

As a result, the agitation index of the vengeful spirits inside the container instantly dropped to zero. As if they had encountered something extremely terrifying, they shrank into a ball and could not even maintain the most basic spiritual form.

However, once the amulet is removed, the vengeful spirit slowly returns.

The test was repeated three times, and the results were consistent.

The effects are remarkable, stable, and... completely inexplicable.

"Could it be that the materials used in its production contain something we cannot detect?"

A young researcher hypothesized, "Like some ancient artifacts, they have no inherent energy, but possess special power because of the history, legends, or the 'thoughts' of the person who created them?"

"It's possible," Liu Zhenguo said slowly. "If the person who made it has extremely high cultivation, so high that we can't understand it, then even if he just scribbles something casually, it might still possess immense power."

The meeting room fell silent.

This conclusion shocked and chilled everyone.

"So, the key lies with the people involved in the production," Liu Zhenguo concluded. "Any new information from Lu County?"

The intelligence team member immediately reported: "Our people have already secretly stationed themselves in Luxian County. Qingfeng Temple is located in a relatively remote area with few worshippers. The abbot, Zhang Shouqing, has a regular daily routine, including morning prayers, cleaning, practicing martial arts, and going down the mountain to buy groceries, just like an ordinary elderly person. Li Jun spends most of his time busy in the temple, occasionally going down the mountain to send express mail or do shopping."

"No unusual behavior?"

"no."

Liu Zhenguo tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "The more this is the case, the less we can relax. It is only natural for masters to live in seclusion. Continue to observe and record all the details, especially... whether they have contact with any special people, or whether there are any unusual changes in the surrounding environment."

"yes!"

The meeting ended, and everyone dispersed.

Liu Zhenguo remained alone in the conference room, staring at the still somewhat youthful face of Li Jun during the live broadcast, frozen on the screen.

"Nineteen years old... Zhang Shouqing's apprentice..."

He muttered to himself.

"Is it that the disciple is exceptionally talented, surpassing his master?"

"Or... is it that Master is hiding his true abilities, even from his own disciple whom he spends every day with?"

He prefers the latter.

The eighty-year-old abbot of the Taoist temple, who has spent his life in quiet cultivation, may have already reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people in some unknown realm.

As for those childish special effects videos online?

Ah, perhaps it's the old man's pampering and indulgence of his apprentice.

Liu Zhenguo turned off the screen and rubbed his temples.

In any case, the "Peach Wood" project must continue.

These seemingly "ordinary" peach wood swords and amulets are irreplaceable weapons in the fight against the increasing number of "abnormalities".