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"Ding-dong~"

Cheng Han pressed the doorbell, a large tome of classical literature tucked under his right arm, waiting quietly.

A few seconds later.

Footsteps echoed from inside the door.

Cheng Han blinked, muttering to himself, "A kid?"

The footsteps were quick, the way children walked, their minds prone to wandering, always impatient, and unable to resist running.

"Click!"

The lock clicked open.

The door swung open.

Sure enough.

A boy of about five or six stood in the doorway, his black hair with a slight curl, a typical recessive trait.

The child peered out, exclaiming in surprise, "You must be Cheng Han?!"

He launched into a torrent of words, "I've heard a lot of talk about you these past few days, you look like a middle school student, and you're carrying a book, you must be Cheng Han who borrowed the book!"

Cheng Han shook his head, and said seriously, "You're wrong."

In his mind, he offered an assessment: good logical thinking skills, keen observation, but very fond of showing off.

Overall, not a very likeable child.

The little boy didn't believe him at all: "You can't fool me!"

The next instant.

The little guy was so frightened that he took a step back.

Because Cheng Han's aura had changed instantly.

Just now, he was an amiable young man, but now he exuded a fierce aura, like a leopard about to pounce on its prey.

Yet his expression remained unchanged, still smiling.

"Tap~tap~"

The little boy yelled "Ah!", shouting "Dad, there's a bad guy!", as he turned and ran into the house, as if a ferocious spirit dog was chasing him.

Cheng Han grinned.

This wasn't an intentional attempt to scare the child.

It was just that the Omniscient Eye had been triggered passively, and the illusion showed that this little devil was blocking the door, refusing to let him in, insisting on seeing a "kung fu performance".

And he had to be satisfied with the performance!

Such a troublesome little brat!

Cheng Han simply scared him away.

Soon.

A familiar voice floated over: "Cheng Han, come in quickly."

It was the ancient history expert, Lin Xuebin.

Cheng Han entered the house, nodding in greeting: "Mr. Lin, good afternoon!"

The little boy hid behind Lin Xuebin, poking out a small head, his expression revealing obvious fear, mixed with anger at the "liar".

Lin Xuebin touched his son's head: "Say hello quickly."

The little boy was reluctant, but still obediently said hello: "Hello, senior!"

This small detail revealed that the little guy's upbringing wasn't bad, because behind the forbearance and restraint often meant strict discipline.

For Lin Xuebin's sake, Cheng Han decided to teach the child a lesson: "Recently, my strength has increased very quickly, reaching a level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve."

To prove this, he took out a copper coin and casually kneaded it into various shapes, as if it were clay.

The little boy's eyes widened, his small face filled with shock.

Lin Xuebin was also a little stunned.

Because this was no ordinary skill.

Cheng Han stretched the copper coin into a thin sheet, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and with a light shout, used the paper as a knife, and slashed at the copper sheet with force.

"Whoosh~"

The paper knife swept through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

With a soft "snap", the copper sheet was actually cut in two.

The little boy was dumbfounded.

"Clap! Clap!"

Lin Xuebin clapped his hands, his face full of admiration: "Wonderful!"

Cheng Han first paid his respects to Lin Xuebin: "Thank you!"

He glanced at the little boy and said seriously: "Even so, I still try to restrain my impulse to act, and never use force to bully others.

"Because there is always someone stronger than you, and as the saying goes, 'he who bullies others will be bullied', if you always act recklessly, you will lose your life sooner or later."

Cheng Han paused and concluded: "Always have a sense of awe, that is the way to last."

This child was so fond of showing off, ultimately because he relied on his good family background, children from ordinary families learn to read people's faces early on, how dare they be so arrogant?

But the problem is, people have to rely on themselves one day, and when no one can protect them, they will inevitably suffer a bloody nose.

Lin Xuebin became more and more appreciative: "These words are very impressive!"

The little boy was a little dazed, and also a little shaken.

*

In the study.

Cheng Han took the initiative to say: "Mr. Lin, the main reason for my visit this time is to ask for your advice on a few questions."

Since that cultist who approached Xie You dared to call himself a "Life Priest," there was likely a deity with corresponding authority behind him.

Perhaps it could be called the God of Life.

This deity was likely closely related to the Great War of the End of the Middle Ages, and the Three Great Outer Gods, and even in the more than 30,000 years since the Godly Tree stood tall, He should have had many actions in the dark.

In view of this, he felt that infiltrating the circle of historical researchers was not a bad thing.

Cheng Han opened the classical text and asked the first question: "When I was reading about the history of the Middle Ages..."

This was a deliberately chosen question, with a certain depth, but not exceeding Lin Xuebin's knowledge range.

In a word, it scratched the other party's itch, allowing him to fully display his knowledge.

As expected.

The more Lin Xuebin spoke, the more excited he became, even gesticulating a few times when he talked about the key points, fully enjoying the addiction of being a "teacher".

After finishing the inquiry.

Lin Xuebin praised generously: "Cheng Han, in terms of historical research, your sensitivity is very high, as long as you study hard, you will definitely be able to make some achievements."

Cheng Han smiled without saying a word.

It's not just historical research, in terms of combat, many people also praise my high sensitivity.

Lin Xuebin took the initiative to talk about the 'flower, nut, seed pattern': "By the way, I've found some information about the painting you brought last time these days."

Cheng Han's spirit was lifted.

The main event was finally here!

It was worth the effort I spent, laying the groundwork for so long.

Lin Xuebin picked up a yellowed manuscript and began to narrate: "I had a deceased friend who focused on studying various rituals related to Outer Gods.

"Before his death, he gave me some manuscripts and classics, and I accidentally found a sketch in this manuscript that was highly similar to that painting..."

He opened the manuscript, carefully turning to one of the pages: "Here, this is it."

Cheng Han looked carefully for a few moments, revealing a slight surprise: "It is indeed very similar."

The sketch depicted a stone coffin.

On one side of the coffin wall was engraved a pattern made of flowers, nuts, and seeds, with a similarity of over 90% to the pattern on the paper, almost certainly the same thing.

In addition, the stone coffin was also engraved with some terrifying patterns.

For example:

A group of people dressed as priests, dancing around a corpse, the corpse's chest and abdomen were cut open, and a strange flower grew out.

Cheng Han asked curiously: "Mr. Lin, where did this stone coffin come from?"

Lin Xuebin recalled for a moment, and replied: "More than twenty years ago, the nearby 'Zhenting Small Spirit Realm' destroyed an Outer God organization and seized a batch of items, this was one of them.

"My friend was invited to identify these things, and after he came back, he drew a sketch of the stone coffin from memory."

Cheng Han said "Oh": "I see."

Lin Xuebin spoke eloquently: "The Myriad Vast Godly Tree in ancient times was not as huge as it is today, but there were still many small spirit realms that humans had not set foot in, also known as 'Lost Small Spirit Realms'..."

Cheng Han appeared to be listening very carefully, but he kept complaining in his heart.

In ancient times, there was only one supercontinent, and the Godly Tree didn't even have a shadow. It was clearly after the Great War of the End of the Middle Ages that the Godly Tree likely devoured most of the wreckage, so it could grow to its current size.

The top powerhouses of this world not only suppressed the gods of the Sartre people, but also managed to get rid of the Sartre race, and even erased their homeland.

So ruthless!

Lin Xuebin continued to narrate: "Because the rule of the Outer Gods was too brutal, humans had to rise up and resist. After tens of thousands of years of effort, they finally suppressed the Three Great Outer Gods, and the surviving Outer God cultists retreated to the Lost Small Spirit Realms."

The corner of Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

The history was tampered with into this appearance, it was truly outrageous beyond outrageous.

Outrageous to the extreme!

"After research, my friend believed that the Zhenting Small Spirit Realm was one of those Lost Small Spirit Realms at that time, because the carving style of this stone coffin was very similar to the style of many contemporary items."

Cheng Han's heart was shocked.

The moment the Three Great Outer Gods were suppressed was the moment the ancient continent was destroyed. The Lost Small Spirit Realm was definitely official bullshit.

If the stone coffin was born at that time, there was only one truth - it came from a fragment of land protected by an Outer God.

Lin Xuebin was still babbling about his friend's research results.

"...Based on this, it can be determined that the stone coffin should have come from the hands of the retreating Outer God cultists, possibly used to bury a great figure... After 30,000 years, the Outer God cultists dug the stone coffin out again..."

This part was pure nonsense.

Cheng Han could only hold his nose and pretend to be attentive.

His thoughts were flying.

"By the way, the Outer God suspected of controlling the authority of life still existed during the War of the End, why did He disappear in the late Middle Ages?

"This is a major doubt, it seems I guessed right, there must be an extremely close relationship between the Three Great Outer Gods and the God of Life."

Cheng Han also came to a shocking conclusion.

"The appearance of this stone coffin in the Zhenting Small Spirit Realm, does this mean that there is a secret passage in this Small Spirit Realm connecting to a fragment of land?"

Cheng Han believed that the possibility was extremely high!

He increasingly felt that getting to know this Mr. Lin was a wise decision, and he had gained such important information after only two contacts.

Thank you, Qingqing!

They chatted for another half an hour.

Cheng Han tentatively made a request: "Mr. Lin, may I borrow this manuscript?"

Lin Xuebin smiled: "No problem! Just don't damage it."

He was so forthright, not just because of Qian Qingqing, but also because he had witnessed an amazing performance just now, and he increasingly felt that this young man had a bright future, so he was willing to befriend him.