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"You… You're willing to let me go?" Xiang Yushan asked tentatively.

"That depends on your performance," Nata said.

"Okay! As long as you let me go, I'll tell you anything you want to know." Xiang Yushan changed his tune.

"Very good! I like people who are perceptive. Tell me, how did you get your small world?" Nata asked.

"1000 years ago, I was fleeing famine and accidentally entered this small world. I didn't expect to find an old immortal living here, who not only gave me food but also allowed me to hide from the famine inside. However, my lifespan was too short, and he probably felt too bored alone, so he taught me the methods of cultivation. I learned some basic breathing techniques, and my lifespan kept increasing. Later, the old immortal wanted to leave, so he left this world to me." Xiang Yushan roughly recounted the events.

"An old immortal would feel too bored alone? Who are you trying to fool?" Nata looked at him sternly.

Which cultivator doesn't spend their days in solitude and silence? Even if he was bored, he wouldn't create trouble for himself.

His story is too fake.

"This, this, this… Actually, I killed him." Xiang Yushan quickly changed his story.

"That's more like it. Do you know the old immortal's identity?" Nata continued to ask.

"He called himself Qing Chang, but I don't know his specific identity," Xiang Yushan said.

"When did he die?"

"About four hundred years ago."

"Where is he buried?" Nata wouldn't easily believe his words; he needed to see the corpse.

"I'll take you there," Xiang Yushan said.

So, the group of them flew towards the burial site.

"You're really something! He saved your life and taught you skills, and you turned around and killed him," Nata said sarcastically, giving a thumbs up.

Whether this immortal named Qing Chang lived or died was none of his business. As long as Xiang Yushan honestly answered his questions, then naturally everyone would be happy.

Hearing Nata's sarcasm, Xiang Yushan drooped his head, not daring to say much.

Soon, the corpse was dug up.

Although called an immortal, he was essentially a mortal cultivator. When he died, he turned into a pile of bones.

Nata used an eye scan to transmit the image back to the intelligent brain for modeling and analysis.

Soon, some basic information about the deceased, as well as a reconstructed appearance, came out.

Nata reconstructed the skull, restoring the deceased's appearance at various ages.

There were images from his youth and his old age.

It's just that none of them had a beard.

"What did Qing Chang look like?" Nata asked.

"Just a wretched old man," Xiang Yushan replied.

Nata immediately brought up the restored image of his old age.

"What hairstyle, what kind of beard, what are the characteristics of his face? Describe it in detail."

"Full of white hair, completely disheveled. Ruddy face, drooping eyebrows. The beard was completely white, very long…" Xiang Yushan recalled and said.

"Look at these people, is there anyone who looks similar to this Qing Chang?" Nata called up a communication robot with a screen on it.

The screen randomly generated eight old men's portraits, all with white hair and white beards, but none of them were the newly restored portrait.

If Xiang Yushan didn't know or pointed randomly, it would mean he was lying.

"None of them look like him," Xiang Yushan said after looking carefully.

His answer was correct, and he successfully escaped a calamity.

"Then take a look at these few people?"

Nata set the restored image to eight versions, from thin to fat.

"They all feel a bit similar," Xiang Yushan answered after looking at them.

Both answers were correct.

Now it can be basically determined that Xiang Yushan is telling the truth.

"Did this old man leave anything behind?" Nata asked.

"Yes! A book," Xiang Yushan nodded.

"Let me see it," Nata's eyes lit up.

There might be something valuable in the book.

"Okay, I'll take you to get it," Xiang Yushan still readily agreed.

Nata and his group took him to the mayor's office in the central building.

After Xiang Yushan returned to the office, he opened the safe and took out a sealed bag.

Nata took the bag and opened it directly.

The book didn't have many pages, and Nata quickly flipped through it.

This was a scripture, divided into two volumes, upper and lower.

The upper volume could be understood as a preface, telling a mythological story.

The lower volume was a cultivation sword technique, but its level of sophistication was average.

This kind of technique was abundant in the Hongmeng Academy back then.

"Besides this book, is there anything else?" Nata asked.

"No more," Xiang Yushan shook his head.

Nata put the book away and continued to ask:

"Then how did your technology develop?"

"Compared to you, my meager skills are not worth mentioning," Xiang Yushan shook his head.

"Am I praising you? Speak!" Nata scolded.

"Yes, yes, yes. We have more and more talents here, and after two hundred years of research and development, it has slowly developed," Xiang Yushan explained.