The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

"That one shouldn't be called Gu Long, but Jin Long. Your father is the prince of the Jin Long clan, and my mother is your father's aunt. So I should be considered your cousin, the only relative you have in this world." Lan Qingmo said, with grief evident in her eyes. Gu Sihe felt uncomfortable just listening to it.

Ye Nanhe told himself that his master was the current princess of the mermaid clan, the most noble descendant of the Sea Emperor, and the last bloodline of the mermaid clan in this world. If she was his relative, then his mother's clan should have been completely extinct, and he might be the last orphan of the Golden Dragon clan.

"Si He, go and take a look. I'm not in good health and can't go with you. You can go and take a look. If it's the blood of the Golden Dragon Clan, bring it back." Lan Qingmo gently comforted the crying Gu Si He. Bai Chengyan followed closely behind her and echoed, "Bring it back, no matter if it's dead or alive."

Tears welled up in Gu Sihe's eyes, but she fought hard to hold them back. She tightly grasped Lan Qingmo's hands. Though slightly frail, they conveyed undeniable warmth and resolve. "Master... No, cousin, I will definitely go. For you, and for myself. I want to discover the roots of the Golden Dragon Clan, understand our past, and find a future for our bloodline."

Lan Qingmo heard this and forced a smile, which was filled with endless relief and anticipation. "Good child, you have always been strong. I believe you can do it. Remember, no matter what the outcome, this is your home, and I am waiting for you."

Bai Chengyan stood by, his eyes filled with tenderness and encouragement. "Sihe, Qingmo, your senior sister and I will be here waiting for your return. No matter how difficult the journey, remember that you are not alone. You still have us."

Gu Sihe nodded, the grief in her heart replaced by an unprecedented determination. She stood up and looked at Hu Xingtong with a firm gaze, "Xingxing, let's go and take a look."

Hu Xingtong nodded, said goodbye to Bai Chengyan and the other two, sent a jade slip to Tan Luo, and then, with Lan Qingmo and Bai Chengyan watching them, he embarked on the journey to Wushan.

Wushan is located in the heart of Qingzhu Sect. After Hu Xingtong sent the message to Tan Luo, Tan Luo passed the news to Mu Ying, the leader of Qingzhu Sect.

When Mu Ying heard that Tan Luo's third disciple was coming, he did not dare to neglect it. It was said that this child had been in a coma for a year. He was even called to Fanyun Sect and had refined countless medicines, but there was no sign of waking up. Later, it was heard that the person had woken up, but his Tao heart was unstable and almost broken.

Not long ago, Mu Ying even heard that Hu Xingtong, with his broken heart, had refined a dragon marrow pill that caused strange phenomena in heaven and earth, and then he had also refined a magical weapon that brought about thunder punishment.

Mu Ying pondered inwardly, "Hu Xingtong's experience is truly bizarre, both worrying and astonishing." He knew the importance of a cultivator's Dao Heart. Once damaged, cultivation progress becomes difficult, and one could even stumble into insanity. Yet, Hu Xingtong, despite this shattered Dao Heart, was able to refine such astonishing elixirs and magical instruments. His perseverance and talent were truly undeniable.

"Perhaps this child possesses tenacity and potential beyond our comprehension," Mu Ying muttered to himself, deciding to personally journey to the foot of Wushan Mountain to greet the young alchemist. A disciple like Hu Xingtong, possessing both extraordinary talent and having experienced significant adversity, could serve as a role model for his own disciples.

When Hu Xingtong stepped into the Wushan territory and felt the rich spiritual energy and ancient atmosphere around him, he couldn't help but feel inexplicably excited.

Just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, a gentle voice interrupted her meditation: "Junior Brother Hu, long time no see."

Hu Xingtong looked up and saw an old man in a green shirt with white hair and beard walking towards her with a smile. It was Mu Ying, the leader of the Qingzhu Sect.

"Master Mu, I, the junior Hu Xingtong, am here to greet you." Hu Xingtong and Gu Sihe saluted hurriedly, feeling surprised and grateful for Mu Ying's personal welcome.

Mu Ying nodded gently, his eyes filled with admiration and anticipation. "I heard that my junior nephew, though ill recently, was able to refine the Dragon Marrow Pill and cause a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth. I came specially to see it, and it's true that his reputation is well-deserved."

Hu Xingtong smiled modestly upon hearing this. "I was just lucky. I'm still far behind the Sect Master and the other seniors."

Mu Ying laughed heartily, seeming quite pleased with Hu Xingtong's modesty. "Nephew, there's no need to be so modest. The path of cultivation requires perseverance and the courage to explore. You have this talent, and if you're willing to work hard, your future achievements are limitless."

Afterwards, Mu Ying personally led Hu Xingtong and the others to the Qingzhu Sect. Along the way, he introduced her to the scenery of Wushan and the history of the Qingzhu Sect. His words were full of pride in the sect and expectations for the younger generations.

But compared to these, Hu Xingtong wanted to know more about the geographical environment of Wushan, while Gu Sihe wanted to know more about the whereabouts of the ancient dragon. The three of them had their own thoughts but were also calm. Mu Ying prepared a room for the two of them to rest, and also gave them a general map of Wushan. He left after these things last night, leaving the space to the two of them.

That night, Hu Xingtong went up Wushan alone. It was not because she had something to hide from Gu Sihe, but because she needed to get to know the surrounding environment in advance. If there were many dangerous monsters in Wushan, she would have to prepare more pills and talismans for emergencies. At the same time, she could not be too conspicuous in other people's territory, and the herbs she needed to find could only be found secretly.

However, until early morning, Hu Xingtong still had not found the three herbs mentioned in the task and could only return to the room in disappointment.

During the day, Mu Ying came over again. Perhaps he had received some instructions or something, but today he was not as determined as he was yesterday to learn alchemy from Hu Xingtong. Instead, he kindly asked about the purpose of their coming here.

Adhering to Tan Luotong's belief that the four sects and four schools were one family, Hu Xingtong boldly asked Mu Ying, "Master Mu, have you heard that there are three treasures in Wushan: the White Soul Grass, the Vermillion Jade Spring Water, and the Blue Sky Bamboo?"

"Are you here looking for medicine?" Mu Ying was obviously a little surprised, but he still maintained the demeanor of an elder and asked patiently, "If you are just looking for medicine, we have these three types, but it depends on the grade you want."

"Is there a heavenly rank?" Hu Xingtong asked hurriedly.

Mu Ying was stunned for a moment, then replied, "There are no Heavenly Grade items yet. Junior Brother Hu, you don't know that these three spiritual objects are extremely rare. The highest one we have is Earth Grade, and we have never encountered Heavenly Grade ones."

"Is that so..." Hu Xingtong was a little disappointed, but he also had a clue in his mind. Instead, he looked at Mu Ying and asked, "Then, Master Mu, could you tell us the location where these three spiritual objects appeared so we can search for them ourselves?"