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"You must be dreaming!"
Chen Tao shifted his gaze away but quickly returned it, glaring at Xu Lie with indignation. "I would rather die than hand over the Cang Hai Jue to you!"
Song Qiao, who was blocking Chen Tao, felt a bit annoyed by his stubbornness and turned to Xu Lie for guidance. "Your Highness, should we hand this person over to the Old Man?"
Having been in the martial world for decades, Song Qiao, though not a professional interrogator, had picked up some techniques to extract information.
"No need," Xu Lie raised his hand to signal Song Qiao to calm down. "We can't rush this; it needs to be handled more delicately."
As an actor from outside the Script World, Xu Lie was acutely aware of the risks involved. If Chen Tao refused to cooperate honestly, who could tell how much of the Cang Hai Jue he would reveal under duress? This technique was meant for cultivation, and any mistakes could lead to severe consequences.
Xu Lie had read similar scenarios in novels and film dramas before. For instance, if a certain technique's sequence was reversed—what should be practiced first as the Ren Meridian followed by the Du Meridian could lead to disaster if done the other way around. Or if a few numbers were altered—what should require three breaths was modified to eight—who knew what kind of mess that would create?
To prevent such situations, it was essential to persuade Chen Tao to cooperate. Fortunately, with his previous experience of deceiving in another Script World, Xu Lie felt somewhat confident in his persuasive skills. "According to historical records, before the Da Qian Dynasty, there were the Da Wu and Da Li Dynasties. The Great Wu Dynasty lasted for two hundred eighty-seven years; Da Li lasted two hundred seventy-two years, and thus the world came under our Da Qian."
Not mentioning these two dynasties further back in history, all dynasties seemed to follow a pattern of barely lasting three hundred years. "Chen Tao, do you know why?"
Chen Tao was utterly confused by Xu Lie's words, his mind filled with question marks.
As for the Da Li Dynasty, he might have heard about it from some elders, but the Great Wu Dynasty was something no one spoke of anymore.
Thinking that these were all recorded in history books, Chen Tao didn’t doubt their authenticity: "I don't know; it has nothing to do with me."
"How could it not be related?" Xu Lie stood up and headed outside first, with A Gang following closely behind.
Song Qiao also pushed the reluctant Chen Tao to follow them.
On their way out, Xu Lie continued his persuasion: "Throughout history, most dynasties began with diligence and reforming old systems—one person, one family, one county or even one nation. Everyone put in effort and worked hard; thus, the world prospered.
However, in later times, most became complacent and indulged in trivial matters. Chen Tao, can you understand why? Why does every dynasty fall into this fixed cycle of three hundred years?"
Chen Tao did not leave the residence, nor did he know where the three were headed; they had gone to the backyard.
Perhaps it was the open environment, perhaps anger could not burn indefinitely, or perhaps Chen Tao was genuinely intrigued by Xu Lie's topic. Unconsciously, his mind began to whirl with Xu Lie's leisurely words, contemplating: Was it because of the Last Monarch that most rulers were incompetent?
From Chen Tao's perspective, this seemed to be the most plausible answer. The elders often said that it was precisely due to the absurdity of the Last Emperor of Dali that the world changed hands.
Xu Lie shook his head in denial: "I do not deny that an absurd emperor can significantly shorten a dynasty's lifespan."
But is it fair to attribute the collapse and downfall of an entire dynasty solely to the Last Emperor? In my view, regardless of whether a Last Emperor is wise or foolish, it is irrelevant; he is merely an unfortunate individual.
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