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"Where does this guest come from?" the tribal chief asked, walking over.

"From the Western Mountains," Cheng Bang replied.

"Where are you going?" the chief continued.

"Nowhere in particular, just wandering around," Cheng Bang answered.

"May I ask, guest, is the clothing you are wearing made of linen?" the chief inquired.

"You know about linen?" Cheng Bang asked with a smile.

"I know a little. I've heard that linen is extracted from a plant called flax. I wonder if the guest could tell me where this plant grows?" the chief asked very humbly.

"Where I live, there is some, but it's too far away from here. I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to obtain it," Cheng Bang replied.

"How far is too far?" the chief asked.

"So far that you wouldn't be able to reach it in a lifetime," Cheng Bang replied.

"That far?! If it's impossible to reach in a lifetime, how did you get here, guest?" the chief exclaimed in surprise.

"I am different. I am a cultivator from beyond this world, with a long lifespan," Cheng Bang replied.

"What is a cultivator?" the chief had never heard this term before.

"One who cultivates internally and refines externally, in order to attain eternal life," Cheng Bang explained.

"Eternal life!" The chief was startled.

"Although you cannot obtain flax, if you want to make clothes, I have other methods," Cheng Bang said.

"What methods?" The chief's eyes lit up.

"Ten miles west of here, there is a broadleaf forest. In the broadleaf forest, there is a giant insect called the Golden Mask Moth. If you can obtain the eggs of this Golden Mask Moth, you can make clothes of even better quality," Cheng Bang described.

"Oh? What are the characteristics of this Golden Mask Moth?" the chief hurriedly asked.

"Triangular in shape, with a body length about the same as a ten-year-old child. Its wings are black, with a golden human face on them, which looks slightly eerie. That's why I call it the Golden Mask Moth," Cheng Bang described.

"What do its eggs look like?" the chief asked.

"The larvae are patterned, with three appearances: pure black, pure gold, and black and gold intermixed," Cheng Bang replied.

"I understand. But how can this insect be made into clothing?"

The chief understood as soon as he heard this.

The insects Cheng Bang spoke of were very common, but because of their ugly and eerie appearance, the tribe did not eat them and rarely caught them.

But it was easy to catch them.

These larvae were actually very large caterpillars, gentle in nature and not very aggressive.

"Catch them and bring them back, and I will teach you. But be careful, they only eat the leaves of the broadleaf trees. To raise them, you need to collect more leaves," Cheng Bang instructed.

"Alright, I'll send people right away."

Cheng Bang was invited by the chief into his grass hut, and he arranged for people to look for the larvae of the Golden Mask Moth to the west.

Afterwards, he arranged for the people in the tribe to kill a dung beetle to entertain Cheng Bang.

When the meat was brought up, Cheng Bang didn't eat a bite.

Because the dung beetle was too disgusting, he couldn't bring himself to eat it.

"Immortal, please enjoy," the chief invited very politely.

"..."

Cheng Bang glanced at the disgusting thing in the pottery pot, and his stomach churned immediately.

But in order to maintain his image as an expert, he had to make excuses and decline:

"Cultivators only eat vegetarian meals and do not touch meat or fish."

"I'm very sorry, I was negligent," the chief understood. He immediately ordered someone to take it away and replaced it with chunks of beets.

"This is good," Cheng Bang picked up a piece and sucked on it.

At dusk, the people who had been sent out finally returned.

Four people in a group carried a large leaf. On the leaf was a black and gold intermixed giant caterpillar, about the size of an adult sow.

"Immortal, what should we do next?" the chief asked.

"Send more people to catch them every day, then build some sheds for them to raise them. Feed them fresh broad leaves every day and let them grow in peace," Cheng Bang replied.

"Can clothes be made like this?" the chief asked as if to confirm.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Cheng Bang, but if he arranged for a large number of people to do this every day, then no one in the tribe would do other work.

In this case, the normal life of the tribe would be greatly affected.

"That's right," Cheng Bang nodded.

"Alright then," the chief nodded, deciding to give it a try.

For the next ten days, the strong laborers in the tribe caught insects and picked leaves every day.

Cheng Bang told them that the leaves of the broadleaf trees could be planted next to the small river outside the tribe.

After a year, there would be a broadleaf forest here. It would be much more convenient to pick leaves then.

The chief took his advice.

At the same time, those insects in the grass hut underwent some changes after a few days of development.

"Immortal, these insects have spun a layer of silk in the grass hut. Should we clean it up?" the chief asked.