I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Zhang Wanqing sat at her desk in her office, the afternoon sun streaming through the window casting a golden glow over her figure. Her hand gently stroked an old pocket watch she had brought from an antique shop. Its surface was worn, yet it still exuded a mysterious aura. She felt that this watch was connected to the secrets of the Mohist school, and inextricably linked to her own destiny.

The Blackstone Group, which resold cultural relics, was destroyed by the police, but Zhang Wanqing has not yet figured out the connection between the secret of the antique shop and her mission, or the intersection between her work at the newspaper and the secret of the antique shop, and how to connect all of this.

Deep in the antique shop, there is a secret room that contains more secrets about the Mo family. She knows that her true mission is to uncover these secrets, protect the Lingzhu, maintain the balance of the world, and complete the mission entrusted to her by her ancestors.

She frowned slightly and decided to go to the antique shop again to find the secret behind the pocket watch. She stood up, carefully put the pocket watch into her pocket, then picked up her coat and walked out of the office.

As night fell, Zhang Wanqing arrived at the antique shop. It was closed, with only a dim streetlight flickering in the doorway. She looked around, making sure no one was around, and quickly went around to the back door.

She pulled a key from her pocket that she had stolen from the antique shop owner's desk, carefully opened the back door, and slipped into the shop.

The shop was pitch black, illuminated only by the dim light of her flashlight. She made her way through the rows of antiques and into the depths of the store. She found the hidden door, which led to a narrow staircase leading down to the basement. Her heart raced, knowing she was about to uncover a profound secret.

Zhang Wanqing descended into the basement, where a variety of antiques and artifacts lay, each exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. Zhang Wanqing's flashlight cast flickering shadows on the walls of the secret room, and the air was filled with the scent of dust and aged wood. Her heartbeat raced in her chest, each a reminder that she stood on the threshold of history. Her gaze finally settled on the ancient wooden chest, its surface coated in a fine layer of dust, as if untouched in ages. The chest was engraved with intricate patterns, strikingly similar to those on her pocket watch.

She carefully opened the wooden box, revealing a pile of yellowed documents and a tattered map. Her fingers gently touched these ancient artifacts, as if she could sense the stories behind them. Among the documents, she found a tattered journal with the words "Mohist Secret Records" written in ink on the cover.

She opened the journal, which recorded the history of the Mohist sect and their mission, as well as the legend of the Lingzhu. The journal mentioned that the Lingzhu was a mysterious gem discovered by the Mohist ancestors, possessing powerful powers that could maintain the balance of the world. However, the Lingzhu's power also attracted the covetousness of many evil forces. To protect the Lingzhu, the Mohist ancestors hid it in a secret location and left behind a series of clues that only true Mohist descendants could decipher and find the Lingzhu.

Zhang Wanqing was the "chosen one" because she not only found the spirit pearls, but could also control them, allowing them to unleash their respective powers. A strong sense of mission surged in Zhang Wanqing's heart once again.

At the end of the diary, she found a note between the pages with a line of small words written on it: "The Key of Time, opens the door to destiny." She quickly took out the old pocket watch from her pocket. The same words were engraved on the back of the pocket watch: "The Key of Time".

She realized that this pocket watch was more than just an antique; it held the key to unlocking the secrets of the Mohist school. She carefully examined the watch and discovered a tiny mechanism on the edge of the dial. Gently pressing the mechanism, the dial slowly opened, revealing a miniature map and a complex set of symbols.

Zhang Wanqing compared the miniature map in her pocket watch with the description in the literature, discovering they pointed to another hidden corner of the chamber. She stood up and swept the beam of her flashlight across the chamber's wall, finally resting on a seemingly ordinary stone brick. The brick was engraved with the same symbols as in the pocket watch. She carefully pressed the brick, and the wall slowly shifted, revealing a hidden passage.

Zhang Wanqing continued along the passage until she reached a more secluded chamber. This was her first time entering a secret room. In its center stood a stone platform. Her footsteps echoed on the cold stone pavement, each step akin to stepping on the echoes of history. The light of her flashlight gradually dimmed at the end of the passage, until her gaze was drawn to the stone platform at the center of the chamber. The platform was ancient and solemn, its surface covered in strange symbols, identical to the patterns on her pocket watch.

As she approached the stone platform, the pocket watch in her hand suddenly emitted a powerful light, piercing the darkness of the secret chamber and resonating with the spirit pearl in her bag. The spirit pearl vibrated gently within her bag, emitting a soft and mysterious glow. She realized that the pocket watch was not only the key to the secret chamber, but also the guardian of the spirit pearl. Zhang Wanqing felt an invisible force pulling her, and she knew that this was the resonance between the Mohist bloodline and the spirit pearl. Only a true descendant of the Mohist family could activate the power of the pocket watch and awaken the spirit pearl.

Zhang Wanqing carefully removed the spirit pearl from her bag and placed it in the center of the stone platform. As soon as the pearl touched the stone platform, it immediately radiated an even brighter light, illuminating the entire secret room like daylight. The light from the pocket watch and the pearl intertwined, forming a vortex of light that enveloped Zhang Wanqing.

She felt a warm power surge from the spirit pearl and flow through her body. Before her eyes appeared a series of images, which were the memories of the Mo family ancestors, the years they spent with the spirit pearl, and the struggles they had fought to protect it.

In these memories, Zhang Wanqing saw how the ancestors of the Mo family discovered the Lingzhu and how they used its power to maintain the balance of the world. She also saw how the power of the Lingzhu was coveted by evil forces and how the ancestors of the Mo family repeatedly protected the Lingzhu to prevent it from falling into evil hands.

She saw how the ancestors of the Mohist school hid the secret of the spirit pearl in a pocket watch. Only true descendants of the Mohist school could activate the power of the pocket watch and awaken the spirit pearl. She saw how the ancestors of the Mohist school passed the pocket watch to her ancestors, and it was passed down from generation to generation until it came into her hands.

As her memories flowed, Zhang Wanqing felt her connection with the spirit pearl grow deeper. She felt her power grow, and her vision became clearer than ever before. She saw herself, Su Qimeng, the third daughter of the Tang Dynasty Su family. One day, she was strolling through the streets of the Tang Dynasty with her maid. She accidentally choked on a steamed bun and died.

Afterwards, her family held a funeral for her. She lay in the cold coffin, holding a bead in her hand, which was prepared for her by her father, Lord Su. On the night of her burial, there was a sudden thunder and a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky, striking her coffin directly.

Then, a scene she was completely unaware of unfolded. After the lightning split her coffin, a circle of light appeared in the sky. At that moment, she, the Tang Dynasty's Su Qimeng, ascended directly into the sky and was sucked into the circle of light. Then, Su Qimeng disappeared, and the circle of light vanished with it.

Everyone present witnessed this scene, but something even more shocking occurred. They all fainted, and when they woke up, they remembered nothing. All that remained was a hole dug in the ground, and inside that hole was Su Qimeng's coffin, split in half by lightning. So, people gave this incident a beautiful explanation.