The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

The mountain scenery in the early morning is always full of mystery and tranquility. Before the first ray of sunlight completely penetrates the night sky, the mountains are shrouded in a layer of soft mist, making the outline of the mountains soft and dreamy.

The village at the foot of the mountain is looming in the mist, and the smoke from cooking rises up, interweaving with the mist in the mountains, forming a warm and peaceful picture.

Pei Ming, who was standing behind Zhao Wenting, stretched his body and asked in confusion, "Master, is this Cen Linshan?"

Yesterday he just received a call at short notice, and his master asked him to prepare two sets of mountaineering equipment and three or four days of rations. He had simply thought that his master just wanted to have a simple vacation, until the two drove to the foot of Cenlin Mountain early in the morning, and Pei Ming realized it belatedly.

"Yes, Uncle Shen said that day that the rift in the alien world of Cen Linshan is getting bigger and bigger. Although we have arranged personnel to inspect the situation regularly, I still feel a little worried." Zhao Wenting expressed his inner thoughts after taking the luggage out of the car.

"So... are we planning to see the alien world crack in person this time?" Pei Ming also quickly took his equipment and luggage from the car. He suddenly frowned and said, "But this is too dangerous. The master is very opposed to you doing this. You are the heir to the next generation of our family..."

Zhao Wenting acted as if he didn't hear anything. He put on his luggage, carried a short sickle and a hiking stick in his hands, and walked towards the mountain road ahead.

"Young Master." Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Pei Ming had no choice but to follow.

Although, he had known this would be the result, his young master had always been so strong and decisive since he was a child, and once he had made up his mind, it would be difficult to change it easily.

From time to time, birds sing happily on the branches. Their songs are clear and melodious, echoing in the valley along with the morning breeze.

The two of them had already gone deep into the valley.

Pei Ming handed the kettle to Zhao Wenting, and Zhao Wenting took it naturally.

"Young Master, this is not the first time we have dealt with a rift in another world like this. Why is it that the old guys in our team seem to attach special importance to Cen Linshan's this time? I didn't find it any different from other rifts." Without the stereotyped look he usually has in front of people, Pei Ming's face is full of desire for knowledge, which makes him look more lively.

"From the current perspective, this crack is indeed no different from the ones we dealt with previously." Zhao Wenting raised his head and took a sip of water, then looked at the mysterious and vibrant layers of mountains and said, "As for why the head elders attach so much importance to it, it all started with a prophecy a hundred years ago."

"prophecy?"

"It is said that at that time, many other tribesmen assisted our tribe. For the common goal of survival, the tribes made an alliance to jointly resist the invasion. At that time, a head elder who was said to be from the God's Domain learned through divination one day that a rift in another world in a hundred years would bring a devastating disaster to the earth. The year predicted by the expert happened to be this year, and the rift in Cenlin Mountain also happened to appear this year."

"Then is there a possibility that the expert made a wrong prediction?" Pei Ming looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and questioned.

Zhao Wenting turned his head and looked at Pei Ming, his face expressionless, "It's better to believe it than not to believe it."

"Since that master is so powerful, did he tell us how to resolve the crisis?" Pei Ming continued to ask.

"Master, I still don't understand," Pei Ming stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head. "Since we had so many experts to help us a hundred years ago, it can be said that the resources at that time were unprecedentedly prosperous. But why are we in such a state now? It is as hard to find internal superpower warriors as to find a needle in a haystack. Even the reserve talents who are discovered and added to the training are of varying abilities. I heard that Lao Ma from the training camp asked for a huge sum of 200 million yuan at the headquarters meeting last month." Pei Ming still looked incredulous when he thought of this number. "And... the heads of the bureau have specifically ordered that no one is allowed to mention what happened fifty years ago. What happened fifty years ago?"

"I've thought about what you said, but only those who have broken through the upper three levels like my elder brother can enter the Wenlan Pavilion. It is said that it contains all kinds of martial arts secrets, academic and cultural essences, and also treasures thousands of years of chronicles and general histories." After saying that, Zhao Wenting stood up and continued to move forward. "Let's go, let's continue to walk inside and try to find a suitable place to set up the tent before dark."

After hearing what Zhao Wenting said, Pei Ming finally realized the real reason why the young master had been working so hard.

Looking at the young master's gradually receding back, Pei Ming seemed to remember the lonely, desolate and little Zhao Wenting when he first met him.

[The young master is working too hard, in order to achieve results, to enter Wenlan Pavilion, and to find the answers and truth that he has always wanted in his heart...]

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Late at night, the sky is like a huge piece of black velvet. Without any stars, it appears extremely deep and mysterious.

The moonlight seemed to have hidden itself, unwilling to illuminate this starless night. The earth was shrouded in an invisible darkness, with only the occasional flickering lights in the distance, like the eyes of the night, peeking at the tranquility of this world.

On such a night, everything was immersed in a deep sleep, and Mo Mo was no exception.

In the dream, Mo Mo was walking alone on a dark mountain road. The trees around her were so tall that they completely blocked out the starlight and moonlight. There was an unsettling atmosphere in the air, and every step seemed to be on the edge of the unknown. Suddenly, a faint call penetrated the silence of the night. It was low and distant, but clearly heard.

"Come here, come here!"

The voice seemed to be calling her. Mo Mo looked around, but could not see anyone. Only the voice echoed in the woods, getting closer and clearer.

Mo Mo felt a chill rising from his spine, his heart pounding. He wanted to escape, but found that his feet were moving forward uncontrollably.

"Yes, come here! Come here quickly!" The voice sounded again, this time closer, as if it was right next to her ear.

She felt an invisible pressure that made it almost impossible for her to breathe. In panic, Mo Mo wanted to call for help, but found that she couldn't make any sound.

The call seemed to mock her weakness, it became louder and more urgent.

Mo Mo struggled on the bed, trying to wake up from this nightmare, but the dream was like a big net, binding her tightly. The call became an order, an irresistible force, making her in the dream involuntarily walk towards the source of the sound. Every step seemed to be walking towards the abyss, and the unknown fear spread in her heart.

Just as Mo Mo was about to reach the source of the sound, a crisp knock on the door woke her up from her nightmare.

"Momo, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

It was Yang Lihong's voice. Mo Mo responded and got out of bed.

She reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then looked back and saw that the bed sheets were already soaked with sweat.

Mo Mo then realized that it was just a nightmare.