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After a long exploration, they finally reached the end of the passage. A faint light shone from the front, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan exchanged a glance, knowing they had found the final legacy of the Mohist school.

They emerged from the passageway and found themselves in a cave hidden within the mountain. In the center of the cavern was a clear pool of water, its surface shimmering with a faint blue light. The walls surrounding the pool were covered in strange symbols, identical to those found in the diary and letter.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan approached the pool cautiously, their eyes fixed on the symbols that not only recorded the history of their Mohist ancestors but also held clues to their legacy.

They began to decipher the symbols, each one like a key, gradually revealing the secrets of the Mohist legacy. As they deciphered, the water in the pool began to ripple, triggering an ancient mechanism. The bottom of the pool slowly opened, revealing a hidden stone chamber.

Inside the stone chamber were ancient objects, including precious antiques and books, which were the legacy left by the ancestors of the Mohist school. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan's hearts beat faster, knowing that they had found a treasure.

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."

He turned his gaze towards Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Now, I will teach you the power of the Mohist School's final legacy—an ancient formation that will protect these antiques from outside intrusion."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan stood in the center of the cave, their gaze fixed on the mysterious old man. His fingers gently glided across the stone platform. With his movements, the air within the cave began to vibrate, and an invisible force gathered within the space. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan studied the formation intently. Every symbol, every gesture, was imbued with power. This would be the key to their efforts to protect the legacy of the Mohist school.

An indescribable light gleamed in the old man's eyes, and his voice was deep and powerful: "This formation is the last legacy left by the ancestors of the 'Mohist' school. Its power is enough to protect these antiques from external invasion. But to activate it, you need a descendant of the 'Mohist' bloodline."

Zhang Wanqing slowly walked towards the stone platform, reached out her hand, and gently touched the glowing symbols. She could feel the blood flowing in her body resonating with this formation.

"Now, I will guide you to complete the arrangement of the formation." The old man's voice echoed in the cave, and there was anticipation in his eyes.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan followed the old man's instructions and began to arrange the formation within the stone chamber. Every movement they made was filled with power, and every symbol seemed to come alive. As they arranged the formations, the light within the cave grew brighter and brighter, and a powerful force flowed through the space.

Fu Siyuan could feel the power surge within him, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We will definitely be able to protect this heritage."

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her eyes equally filled with determination. "The legacy of the Mohist School cannot fall into the wrong hands."

As they learned, the air in the cave began to flow, and an invisible force gathered in the space. The old man's voice echoed in the cave, guiding them to complete the formation.

Finally, the formation was complete, and the light in the cave became brighter. A powerful force flowed through the space, protecting the legacy of the "Mohist" family. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan smiled, knowing that they had finally found a way to protect the legacy.

However, at this moment, a sudden noise erupted from the cave entrance; the men in black had found their way in. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan were immediately alert, knowing they were about to face a new battle. But they also knew that with the protection of the formation, they would no longer be alone. Together with the legacy of the Mohist school, they would face this battle.

The ground suddenly shook, and a powerful aura erupted from the center of the formation. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan immediately became alert, their eyes fixed on the center of the formation.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "This is... the awakening of the sealed spirit of the ancestor of the 'Mo School'."

As he finished speaking, a shadow slowly formed in the center of the formation. It was a tall figure with a dignified face and deep eyes. He wore an ancient battle robe and exuded a powerful aura.

"The Sealed Spirit!" This thought flashed through Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan's minds at the same time, and their eyes were filled with shock.

The Sealed Spirit's gaze slowly swept over Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan. His voice was low and powerful: "I am the guardian spirit of the ancestors of the Mohist School. I will assist you in protecting these legacies."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan exchanged a glance, knowing they had gained a powerful ally. They immediately explained the threat posed by the man in black to the Sealed Spirit.

The Sealed Spirit nodded, a look of determination flashing in his eyes: "I will help you fight these invaders."

At this moment, a loud noise came from the entrance of the cave, and the figures of men in black appeared at the entrance, their eyes full of greed and cruelty. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan immediately became alert, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

The figure of the Sealed Spirit slowly condensed at the center of the formation, its power flowing through the cave, forming a powerful protective shield. The noisy voices of the men in black abruptly stopped at the cave entrance, as they seemed to have sensed this powerful force as well.

"You can't stop us." The leader of the men in black sneered, his voice echoing in the cave.

The Sealed Spirit snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of the leader of the men in black. He waved his palm lightly, and a powerful force knocked the leader of the men in black away.

The leader of the men in black fell heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that he would be defeated by this suddenly appearing guardian spirit.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan also joined the battle, using the power of the formation to engage in a fierce duel with the man in black. Every attack was full of power, and every dodge was full of wisdom.

The battle raged within the cave, each swing and dodge filled with the tension of a life-or-death struggle. Though her heart was tense, Zhang Wanqing's mind remained remarkably clear. She knew she had to protect the legacy of the Mohist school; it was her duty and her mission.

As the battle progressed, the men in black gradually lost their strength and began to retreat. The power of the sealed spirit was too strong for them to resist.

The leader of the men in black glared at Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan fiercely as they retreated: "You're lucky this time, but the game isn't over yet."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan knew that this battle was only a temporary victory and the men in black would not give up. But they also believed that as long as they had the help of the sealed spirit, they could protect the legacy of the "Mohist" family.

After the battle, the cave returned to peace. The Sealed Spirit slowly dissipated, his voice echoing through the cave: "I have completed my mission. Now it's up to you."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan stood in the center of the cave, their eyes fixed on the antiques. They knew they would shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Mohist legacy.