I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei stood beside the skeleton for a few seconds, then didn't linger.

With a thought, he found himself standing in the lobby of the Xianglong Museum.

All the lights in the hall were on, and the microcrystalline stone floor was so clean that you could see your reflection. More than a dozen robots were busy moving cultural relics. Some were pushing trolleys, some were holding trays, and some were using robotic arms to sort the cultural relics into their corresponding display cases.

Xiao Wan's voice came from a speaker in the ceiling: "Captain, the spaceship has returned and is currently anchored in the valley. Stealth mode is activated, and everything is normal."

Luo Fei nodded and began taking things out of the ring. First came the cultural relics—bronze ware, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, jade artifacts, and Buddha statues—each piece was placed out one by one. They weren't piled on the ground; Xiao Wan had controlled the robots to lay out soft mats and trays beforehand, and each relic had its own temporary storage location. The robots lined up, received the relics, scanned them, registered them, and then delivered them to the corresponding floors and display cases.

The whole process was as smooth as an automated production line, without any collisions or chaos.

He didn't take out the gold and silver. Thousands of tons of gold and silver would take up too much space in a museum, and these things don't need authentication—true gold is not afraid of fire, and neither is silver.

As for what to do with it, he hasn't decided yet. He'll put it in the ring for now and decide later.

He didn't take out those photo albums and documents either; they were evidence of a crime, not ordinary cultural relics, and couldn't be casually displayed in a showcase for people to see.

He needs to find the right opportunity and hand it over to the right person.

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Director Qin's number. The phone rang twice before being answered; Director Qin sounded more energetic than a couple of days ago: "Little Luo?"

Luo Fei said, "Director Qin, I need a physical fitness testing team and testing facilities. It doesn't need to be too large; just enough to measure basic indicators like strength, speed, reaction time, and endurance. Also, could you please arrange for someone to pick up my sister, Luo Ying, from Kyoto University and take her directly to the testing facility? I'll go to the conference room now; we can discuss the details when you arrive."

Director Qin didn't ask why, he just said one word: "Okay."

Luo Fei hung up the phone, and with a thought, he was standing in the conference room in Kyoto the next second.

He walked to the window and drew back the curtains, letting in sunlight that illuminated the entire room.

He sat down and waited for less than ten minutes when the door was pushed open.

Director Qin walked in, holding a thermos in his hand.

He was in good spirits, walked quickly, and had a brisk pace.

He slammed the thermos on the table and began to speak.

"The person has been arranged to be picked up. The physical fitness testing team has also been contacted. The equipment from the Institute of Sports Science is ready, and we can start testing at any time. Now that both of these things have been arranged, can you tell me what they are? You're making me very anxious by picking up people and conducting tests."

Director Qin's tone was filled with curiosity, anticipation, and urging.

Luo Fei did not answer the question, but instead took out two items from the ring.

The first item was a stack of bamboo slips.

The second item was a USB flash drive, without any markings.

He placed the two items on the table and pushed them in front of Director Qin.

"This is the original Qingnang Shu by Hua Tuo. It is not a copy passed down through generations; it is the complete twelve volumes."

"This is the complete set of data on solar energy conversion technology, which can achieve a conversion rate of 80%."

Director Qin glanced at the stack of bamboo slips but didn't reach out to touch them.

His mouth was slightly open.

Then he looked at the USB drive. Its black casing reflected the light and was unremarkable, but Director Qin looked at it as if it were a meteorite that had fallen from the sky.

"The Book of Green Bags..."

His voice was somewhat ethereal, as if it came from a very distant place, "The Qingnang Book, lost for over a thousand years?"

Luo Fei nodded.

Director Qin suddenly stood up from his chair, which slid backward, the wheels making a screeching sound on the floor.

He braced his hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the stack of bamboo slips, as if confirming that this was not an illusion. He tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table twice, as if testing whether the tabletop was solid.

"Hua Tuo's..."

He repeated it to himself. Luo Fei looked at him and said, "Director Qin, please sit down and don't get agitated. These are just small things. If you get this excited now, I'm afraid your heart won't be able to take it later."

Director Qin glanced at him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

But he still sat down, took out his phone, dialed a number, and spoke in a low but rapid voice: "Have the experts from the Institute of Cultural Relics come over, no, have Director Sun come in person. Also, have Academician Chen from the Institute of Energy come over. Yes, now, immediately."

Luo Fei leaned back in his chair, watching Director Qin busy himself with various tasks.

Let professionals do what they're good at. He's responsible for handing over the materials; how to store them, how to study them, and how to use them is the government's business.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a series of hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.

The door was pushed open, and an elderly man with gray hair, over seventy years old, wearing a blue jacket, entered.

He is Director Sun of the Institute of Cultural Relics, a top expert in the study of bronze artifacts from the Longguo period.

Following behind was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, in his early fifties, with thinning hair on top, holding a laptop in his hand. He was Academician Chen from the Energy Research Institute, a prominent figure in the field of solar energy.

Dean Sun immediately noticed the stack of bamboo slips on the table.

He paused for a moment, then jogged over; the man in his seventies was running faster than a young person.

He bent down, brought his hands close to the bamboo slips, but did not reach out to touch them. His eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at the texture of the bamboo strips through the binding cord.

His glasses slipped off his nose, and when he reached up to push them back up, they slipped off again. So he simply took them off and looked at them at almost touching distance.

His breathing became rapid.

"These are bamboo slips from the Han Dynasty. The material of the binding rope, the processing method of the bamboo strips, the composition of the ink... everything matches! This really is from the Han Dynasty..."

His voice was trembling, his hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking.

Director Qin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dean Sun, you can study these items first. Find the best expert team to conduct the most rigorous appraisal and preservation. Not a single one of these twelve bamboo scrolls can be missing, and not a single one can be damaged."

Dean Sun nodded, stretched out his hands, and carefully picked up the stack of bamboo slips.

His fingers gently traced the binding of the bamboo slips, a movement as light as stroking the forehead of a sleeping child.

He put the bamboo slips into the old cloth bag he had brought, zipped it up, and hugged the bag tightly to his chest, as if afraid someone would try to snatch it.

Then he turned and left, walking slower than when he came, afraid that walking too fast would damage the things in his bag.

Academician Chen picked up the USB drive and plugged it into his laptop. The screen lit up and a folder popped up.

The files in the folder were arranged neatly, including documents, drawings, and data tables. Each file was named in a standardized way, clearly indicating that it had been organized by a professional.

He opened a document, quickly scanned a few lines, and his eyes lit up.

"This conversion rate..."

His voice wasn't loud, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps reporting to Director Qin, "An 80% conversion rate isn't a theoretical value; it's an implementation plan. From material formulation to production processes, every step is clearly written down. This isn't a concept; it's a technology that can be directly implemented."

Director Qin said, "Take it back and study it. If you need any support, just tell me."

Academician Chen unplugged the USB drive, carefully put it into the shirt pocket on his chest, zipped up his jacket, and pulled the zipper all the way up.

He nodded to Director Qin, then turned and walked out of the conference room.

The meeting room fell silent again.

Director Qin leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, as if releasing all the tension and pressure that had accumulated over the past few days.

He picked up his thermos and took a sip; the temperature was just right.

He put down his cup, looked at Luo Fei, and said, "You just said these are all small things—you have bigger ones?"

Just as Luo Fei was about to answer, the conference room door was pushed open again.

Several people stood outside the door, led by a sprightly old man with a gentle yet sharp gaze. It was none other than Elder Long.

Director Qin and Luo Fei both stood up when they saw Elder Long.

Old Master Long waved his hand, gesturing for them to sit down, and led his men in.

Several people followed behind him, some in military uniforms and some in suits; they were all leaders that Luo Fei was familiar with.

Old Master Long sat down in a seat on the side of the long table.

The men who were with him also found seats and sat down. No one spoke, no one flipped through the documents, and all eyes were on Luo Fei.

"The meeting just ended, and I heard you were here, so I came to see you."

"You guys continue, don't worry about us."