The comment section under Dao Xuan Tianzun's new video was exploding again.
"Bro, the creator is too chaotic. He actually put wheels under the Chonglin Family Estate model. There's probably a motor too. Must be remote-controlled. With wheels like that, it's clearly just for fun—no collectible value at all."
"No, no, no, you're missing the real highlight—
that aerial shot! The camera drops from the sky, slips straight through the village gate, then locks onto the old man weaving baskets.
A single continuous shot! No visible cuts! How did he do that?"
"Right? The old man must be a real actor, but the whole shot is continuous, and he's sitting inside a model weaving baskets… The technical level is insane. As high as always."
"That's why I've followed him from day one. His effects are not the cheap amateur kind."
"That weaving is real skill. That old man isn't acting—he's truly weaving bamboo."
"That basket looks amazing. I want one."
"You can buy baskets anywhere."
"I don't want a normal basket. I want a Tiny Kingdom basket!"
Reading all this, Li Daoxuan suddenly felt a spark.
Interesting…
He'd already given work to the sculptors and helped them earn small fortunes.
The blacksmiths, carpenters, papermakers—everyone benefited by supplying materials for others.
It might be time… to take care of the old village chief as well.
He spoke into the wooden box:
"Yiye, go to the village chief and bring me a few bamboo baskets, bamboo trays, and bamboo stools he made. I want to show them to some friends."
Gao Yiye hurried off.
Once she explained the situation, the old man almost leapt with joy.
He never imagined his tiny little crafts could win the favor of Dao Xuan Tianzun—and even be gifted to other immortals.
Naturally he rushed to offer everything he had.
Soon, Li Daoxuan reached into the box and gently scooped up a handful of the village chief's offerings.
The chief himself was only 0.8 centimeters tall.
His bamboo baskets were just 2 millimeters across.
His bamboo trays about the same.
The small stools were 3 millimeters long.
Only the bamboo chair was "large"—a full centimeter.
Spread across Daoxuan's palm, the collection was adorably miniature.
He clipped the video—his hand reaching in, plucking out the bamboo pieces—and uploaded it to Douyin, attaching a product link:
"Bamboo crafts taken straight from the Tiny Kingdom.
Handmade by the village chief himself.
Miniature art, traditional craftsmanship."
The video exploded instantly.
"Holy—A giant hand just stole things from the Tiny Kingdom!"
"The special effects—insane!"
"He's really selling them? How big are they?"
"Didn't you see the last shot? They're tiny—barely the size of a fingernail."
"The craftsmanship is crazy. Are those really woven from actual slivers of bamboo?"
"So cute. I want one."
"Let me check the price—
… damn. 1,288,888 per set. Can't afford that."
Li Daoxuan didn't dare price them higher—Douyin's limit for outrageous sales was basically here.
If he wanted to go higher, he'd need art dealers or auction houses.
Too much hassle.
So he listed one expensive set as a test.
As expected, the price scared everyone off.
Plenty of viewers clicked the product link—zero buyers.
Oddly enough, the cheap plastic houses and furniture from Ningyang Toy Co.—stuff that cost a few dozen bucks—sold like hotcakes.
Daoxuan considered again.
The 2mm baskets were too tiny. Better to leave that set at a crazy luxury price.
But the 1cm bamboo chair… that one could sell alone.
He listed it—
88,888 yuan.
And that worked.
Fifteen hours later, the tiny bamboo chair was sold.
He called the courier counter downstairs to pick up the package.
Then turned back to the box:
"Yiye, tell the village chief that my friend loved his bamboo chair.
As a reward, I will give him—"
He stopped.
What was he going to give?
Rice? Flour? Oil? Salt?
The old man was "original management," one of the first in the village to receive rewards.
His home was already piled with food supplies.
He wasn't excited about grain anymore.
What would truly bring him joy?
Daoxuan's gaze swept across his desk—
stopped—
and lit up.
Chocolate.
Silky milk chocolate.
Perfect.
He cut off a tiny corner, pinched it delicately, and lowered it into the wooden box.
From the chief's perspective, a huge dark object—bigger than him—descended from the heavens.
"Dao Xuan Tianzun… what is this?" he asked, bewildered.
"Eat it," Daoxuan said.
The chief fetched a chisel, carved off a speck, and popped it in his mouth.
Instantly, his face transformed—shock, delight, ecstasy.
"Wow!
This is delicious!"
Just like every child tasting chocolate for the first time, the old chief's weathered face bloomed into pure happiness.
"In all my life, I've never eaten anything so good.
So this is the food of the immortals… heavenly indeed.
Soft, sweet, and it doesn't even hurt my old teeth!"
Daoxuan smiled.
"This entire piece is yours. You can distribute it however you wish.
Oh—and when you have time, make a few more of those bamboo chairs."
The chief bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Dao Xuan Tianzun."
Soon the whole village heard that the chief's craftsmanship had impressed the heavens, earning him a divine treat.
Naturally, everyone rushed over.
Zheng Danio, the greediest, was first:
"Village Chief, Grandpa, can I try the immortal food?"
The chief chuckled, stroking his beard:
"What? Try it for free?
Give me a leg massage first, then maybe I'll share a tiny piece."
Danio instantly transformed into the most filial grandson alive, kneading away.
After a few minutes, the chief sighed in comfort and finally handed him a crumb of chocolate.
Danio tossed it into his mouth—
and exploded with joy:
"Ahhhh! This is better than the Happy-Fatty Soda!"
The chief puffed up proudly:
"Hahaha! Good, right?
Too bad—no more! That's all you get."
Danio panicked:
"I'll trade! I'll give you all the food I have at home!"
The chief waved him off:
"No trade!"
"Come on," Danio begged.
"I've got a huge chunk of cured meat! I'll give it all to you—just one more tiny piece!"
Other villagers suddenly realized the value of this "immortal food" and ran home to gather anything they could trade.
Soon, the chief's house looked like a bustling market.