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"You must be dreaming!"
Chen Tao shifted his gaze away, only to quickly return it with indignation, glaring at Xu Lie. "I would rather die than give you the Cang Hai Jue!"
Chen Tao's resolute refusal irritated Song Qiao, who was blocking his path. He turned back to Xu Lie and suggested, "Your Highness, why not let Old Man handle this person?"
Having roamed the martial world for decades, Song Qiao, though not a professional interrogator, had picked up a few methods to extract information from unwilling sources.
"No need for that," Xu Lie raised his hand to signal Song Qiao to calm down. "We can't be so crude about this."
As an actor from outside the Script World, Xu Lie was acutely aware of the risks involved. If Chen Tao refused to cooperate, how could they ascertain the authenticity of the Cang Hai Jue obtained through torture? This technique was meant for cultivation; any mistake could lead to dire consequences.
Xu Lie had read similar scenarios in novels and film dramas from his previous life. For instance, if a cultivation method was practiced in reverse order—where one should first open the Ren Meridian and then the Du Meridian—doing it the other way around could lead to severe injury or even death. Or if a few numbers were altered in the breathing technique—changing three cycles of inhalation and exhalation to eight—who knew what kind of disaster might result?
To avoid such situations, it was essential to persuade Chen Tao to cooperate. Drawing on his previous experience of deception from the last Script World, Xu Lie felt somewhat confident in his ability to persuade: "According to Historical Records, before Da Qian, there were the Da Wu and Da Li dynasties. The Da Wu dynasty lasted for one hundred eighty-seven years; Da Li lasted for one hundred seventy years, and thus all under heaven came to belong to us, Da Qian."
Not wanting to dwell on these dynasties too long, he continued, "If we look further back, all dynasties followed this pattern—rarely lasting beyond three hundred years. Chen Tao, do you know why?"
Chen Tao was left baffled by Xu Lie's words, his mind swirling with question marks. While he might have heard of the Da Li dynasty from some elders, the Da Wu dynasty was truly unknown to him.
Upon realizing that these were merely records from Historical Records, Chen Tao dismissed any thoughts of data fabrication: "I don't know; it has nothing to do with me."
"How could it have nothing to do with you?" Xu Lie stood up and began walking outside, A Gang closely following him.
Song Qiao also urged the reluctant Chen Tao to follow along.
As they made their way out, Xu Lie continued his persuasion: "Throughout history, most dynasties began with diligence and reform—individuals, families, counties, even entire nations all put forth their best efforts. Thus, they won the hearts of the people and flourished."
"In their later years, however, many became complacent and indulged in pleasures. Chen Tao, can you understand why this happens? Why does every dynasty seem trapped in this fixed cycle of three hundred years?"
Chen Tao did not leave the mansion, nor did he know where the three were headed; they had gone to the backyard.
Perhaps it was the open environment that eased the tension, or perhaps anger could not burn indefinitely. It might also be that Chen Tao was genuinely intrigued by Xu Lie's topic.
Unconsciously, his mind began to whirl with Xu Lie's leisurely words, contemplating: Was the last emperor mostly incompetent and foolish?
From Chen Tao's perspective, this seemed to be the most plausible answer. After all, didn't the elders say that it was precisely due to the absurdity of the Last Emperor of the Great Li that the world changed hands?
Xu Lie shook his head in denial. "I do not deny that a foolish emperor can significantly shorten a dynasty's lifespan. However, is it fair to attribute the entire collapse and downfall of a dynasty solely to the Last Emperor?
In my view, regardless of whether the Last Emperor was wise or foolish, it is irrelevant; he was merely an unfortunate figure."
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