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In between battles, Zhang Wanqing's eyes would occasionally glance towards the pool in the center of the cave, where the secret to the Mohist legacy lay hidden. She knew that as long as she could reach it, she would be able to activate the mechanism and protect the legacy.

While dodging, Zhang Wanqing's finger accidentally touched a bump on the cave wall. Suddenly, the light inside the cave dimmed, a low mechanical sound was heard, and the stone platform in the center of the pool slowly rose, revealing an even more hidden passage.

Zhang Wanqing's eyes lit up, and she immediately signaled to Fu Siyuan. The two fought and retreated, gradually approaching the stone platform. Seeing this, the leader of the men in black immediately realized something. A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and his attack became more frantic.

Just as Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan were about to reach the stone platform, the leader suddenly roared, and a powerful force suddenly erupted from his body, shaking away the surrounding black-clad men. His figure was like a black lightning, rushing straight towards Zhang Wanqing.

Zhang Wanqing felt a powerful pressure coming at her, and her body involuntarily retreated. At this moment, Fu Siyuan suddenly appeared in front of her, his eyes firm, the stone in his hand pointed directly at the leader's throat.

The leader's attack was blocked by Fu Siyuan, and the two figures quickly crossed each other in the cave, each collision making a dull sound. Zhang Wanqing took the opportunity to jump onto the stone platform, her eyes quickly scanning the newly exposed passage, looking for a way to activate the mechanism.

Her fingers groped rapidly across the stone platform until she suddenly felt a cold metal ball. She took a deep breath and pressed down hard. The light in the cave shifted again, and a stronger mechanical sound echoed. The entrance to the passage slowly closed, isolating the man in black from entering.

With the passage closed, the fighting within the cave temporarily ceased. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan leaned against the stone platform, their breathing rapid, their bodies covered in scars of battle. But their eyes gleamed with a glint of triumph, knowing that they had, for now, protected the legacy of the Mohist school.

The leader of the men in black angrily knocked on the entrance of the passage, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. But he knew that without Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan's activation mechanism, he could not open this passage.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan exchanged a glance, knowing that this was only temporary safety. They had to find a way to completely protect the legacy of the Mohist School and prevent the men in black from invading again.

They began to explore the newly revealed passage, taking every step with extreme caution. The air inside the passage was more humid, and the moss on the walls was thicker, emitting an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

As they went deeper, they discovered a more hidden stone chamber at the end of the passage. Inside, there were ancient artifacts, including precious antiques and books, all of which were the legacy left by the ancestors of the Mohist school. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan's hearts raced, knowing they had found a treasure.

However, just as they were about to enter the stone chamber, a low laugh suddenly rang out from within. A figure slowly emerged from the shadows. He had deep eyes, an old face, and wore a tattered robe.

"You are finally here." The old man's voice was hoarse and low, and there was an indescribable light in his eyes.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan stood at the entrance to the stone chamber, their gaze fixed on the mysterious old man. His figure seemed particularly lonely in the dim light, his eyes piercing, as if he could see through everything. The air within the cave seemed frozen at that moment, only the sound of water and their breathing echoing through the space.

The old man's eyes slowly swept over Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan, his eyes filled with an indescribable complex emotion. "I've been waiting for you for a long time." His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to come from the depths of history.

Zhang Wanqing frowned slightly, and there was a hint of vigilance in her voice: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The old man smiled slightly, with a hint of bitterness in his smile: "I am the last guardian of the Mohist School. I am waiting here for someone who can inherit the Mohist School's legacy."

Fu Siyuan's eyes swept over the antiques and books in the stone chamber. He said in a low voice, "What exactly are these relics? Why are they so important?"

The old man slowly walked toward the stone platform, his fingers gently touching the antiques, each movement filled with reverence. "These are more than just antiques; they are the crystallization of Mohist wisdom, a bridge connecting the past and the future."

Zhang Wanqing's heartbeat quickened. She could sense the hidden power behind these antiques. "How can we protect them? Those men in black won't give up."

The old man nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "You need to find the final legacy of the Mohist School. Only it can protect these antiques and the secrets of the Mohist School."

Fu Siyuan's brow furrowed, his voice filled with urgency: "Where is the final legacy? How can we find it?"

The old man turned and walked to a corner of the stone chamber, where a moss-covered stone slab lay. He gently moved the slab, revealing a hidden passage. "This passage will lead you to the final resting place of the Mohist School."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan followed the old man into the secret passage. Their footsteps echoed in the narrow passage, and each step seemed particularly heavy. The air in the passage was damp and cold, and the moss on the walls exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Their footsteps echoed in the passage, and each echo seemed to remind them that they were approaching an ancient secret. Zhang Wanqing's heart was filled with a desire for the unknown, but also with vigilance against danger.

Suddenly, the light in the passage dimmed, and a low mechanical sound echoed. The passage behind them slowly closed, isolating them from the outside world. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan immediately became alert, their eyes roaming around the passage, searching for possible mechanisms and traps.

The old man's voice echoed in the passage: "This is a test set by the ancestors of the Mohist School. Only the true successor can pass it."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan knew that they had to rely on their own wisdom and courage to pass this test. They began to carefully observe every detail in the passage, looking for possible clues.

As time went by, the light in the passage grew dimmer and dimmer, until it was completely dark. Zhang Wanqing turned on the flashlight, and a faint beam of light flickered in the darkness, illuminating the road ahead.

Their footsteps echoed in the passage, and each echo seemed to remind them that they were approaching an ancient secret. Zhang Wanqing's heart was filled with a desire for the unknown, but also with vigilance against danger.

As time went by, the light in the passage became dimmer and dimmer, until it was completely pitch black. Zhang Wanqing's heart was filled with a desire for the unknown, but also with a vigilance against danger.