The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

"Of course I can." Mu Ying lowered his head, thinking as he spoke, "But the environment where these three things are located is not a safe one. They are all guarded by high-level demonic beasts, and the environment is dangerous. Given your current condition, Junior-Martial-Nephew Hu, do you want me to send two more disciples to assist you?"

Hu Xingtong and Gu Sihe exchanged a glance. Neither of them wanted to be around anyone else, as this would affect their movements. So Hu Xingtong took the lead in responding, "Thank you, Sect Leader Mu, for your kindness. However, before I left, my brothers and sisters at home had already prepared a lot of things for me, enough to deal with any danger. Besides, we're just here for training, so we don't need too many people protecting us."

Having said that, Mu Ying naturally couldn't say anything else. He could only nod and introduce, "Alright, I'll mark the locations of these three items for you. Just follow the markings and look for them. But be careful, there are three dangerous places in Wushan. Normally, our disciples will not go there alone."

"There's a swamp in the center of Wushan. The miasma inside is poisonous, and the toxins will affect the flow of spiritual energy. There are also some unknown monsters in the swamp, which is very dangerous. Moreover, there is a wicker hut next to the swamp, where a ghost witch lives. The ghost witch has a strange personality and is not easy to approach, so you must not get close to him."

"There's also a cliff in the southwest corner. There's a chasm underneath. I heard it's very deep, with almost no bottom. There are frequent strange noises, and corpses are often found around. It's not a good place to go, so don't go there."

"The last one is the shrubbery in the northeast corner. There's a group of demonized monkeys in there, in groups. They're very difficult to deal with. If you're careful going in, it's fine, but don't pick any fruit there. Those monkeys hold grudges and are very protective of their food. If you accidentally pick any fruit, leave Wushan as soon as possible."

Hu Xingtong listened attentively to Mu Ying's every word, nodding her head to show her understanding, while also rapidly formulating a response strategy. After Mu Ying finished, she bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Master Mu, for the detailed information. We will keep it in mind and avoid these dangerous areas. Is there anything else Master Mu needs our special attention?"

Mu Ying pondered for a moment, then pulled out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Hu Xingtong. "This slip records some safe routes that disciples usually take, as well as the habits of several monsters that I know of. It may be helpful to you. Remember, safety comes first. If you encounter danger beyond your control, you must retreat in time and conserve your strength."

Hu Xingtong took the jade slip with both hands, his gratitude overflowing with words: "Master Mu is so thoughtful, it is a blessing for us younger generations. Please rest assured, we will act with caution."

Mu Ying felt relieved upon seeing this, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. "Well, it's a blessing for the cultivation world to have young people like you. Since you have made up your minds, then go ahead. I wish you a smooth journey and a speedy return."

After saying this, Mu Ying waved his hand, signaling that the two could leave. Hu Xingtong and Gu Sihe bowed again to express their gratitude, then turned and walked out of the hall, heading towards the depths of Wushan Mountain.

Along the way, the two carefully planned their route based on the clues provided by Mu Ying, avoiding dangerous areas while searching for their target as efficiently as possible. Hu Xingtong held the jade slip, constantly checking the surrounding environment, while Gu Sihe was responsible for keeping a vigilant watch to prevent any accidents.

As we ventured deeper into Wushan, the surroundings grew increasingly gloomy. The trees towered, their branches densely packed together, allowing sunlight to barely penetrate, creating dappled shadows. The air was filled with a faint scent of dampness and grass, and occasionally, the distant roar of beasts could be heard, stirring a sense of alarm.

"Xingtong, you said that the ghost witch is in the center of the swamp. Should we go find him first?" Gu Sihe asked, looking at the map.

Hu Xingtong shook his head, wielding the Qing Huan Sword in his hand, cutting a bush in half before him. He replied, "No, Sect Leader Mu said that the ghost witch has a strange personality, so it's better for us to go find him last."

"Besides, before I look for him, I still have to find those three spiritual creatures and look for the ancient dragon. There are so many things to do, so there's no need to rush."

"That's true..." Gu Sihe nodded, her gaze wandering across the map, finally settling on the cliffs in the southwest corner of Wushan. "Then let's go to the southwest cliffs first. Although it's a dangerous area, there are records of Zhuyu Spring water there. I'm not sure if the level will meet your needs."

Hu Xingtong agreed to Gu Sihe's proposal. As she said, the place where the Qingzhumen disciples discovered the herbs must have the spiritual objects she needed, but there would definitely not be high-level ones. Therefore, if she wanted high-level spiritual objects, she would need to take risks, so they would have to go to those dangerous places that Mu Ying mentioned.

Only in this way can she search the areas that have not been explored by anyone, and have a greater chance of finding what she needs.

The two began to head towards the cliff in the southwest corner. The path in Wushan was rugged and difficult to travel, with towering ancient trees and entwined vines. Every step had to be taken with caution, especially the mountain road at the cliff, where the woods were dense. Flying rashly might also attract the attention of unknown monsters, so they could only use the most primitive method to move forward.

"Xingtong, listen." Gu Sihe suddenly stopped and listened. Hu Xingtong also stopped. She heard a faint sound of flowing water, which seemed to be not far away.

"It's the sound of water." A hint of excitement flashed in Hu Xingtong's eyes. Although she didn't know whether it was Zhu Yuquan water, the sudden sound of water was enough to make her look forward to it. She drew out the Qing Huan Sword and carefully pushed aside the bushes in front of her, revealing a hidden path.

The two walked along the path and soon came to the edge of a cliff. Below the cliff was a bottomless chasm, from which came bursts of strange noises that made people shudder. But at the edge of the cliff, there was a clear spring, the water shimmering like red jade in the sunlight.

Hu Xingtong turned on the scanning eye, which scanned the surroundings, eliminating any danger while also determining whether the spring water was what she needed.

The surroundings were too quiet, so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard. This was very abnormal. At least for some creatures that could survive in the dark night, there shouldn't be no sound at all.

"Something's wrong, be careful..." Hu Xingtong said to Gu Sihe using voice transmission, and the latter also tightened the gun in his hand vigilantly.

"Is that the spring water you want?" Gu Sihe asked softly, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes as he looked around.

"It's Zhuyu Spring water, the level is high enough." Hu Xingtong said softly. The two did not dare to approach the spring rashly, so they could only throw out a stone to explore the way.

At this moment, a piercing scream echoed from the depths of the rift valley, followed by a strong, fishy wind. Hu Xingtong and Gu Sihe immediately became alert. They drew their weapons, stood back to back, and looked around vigilantly.

"Be careful, something is coming up." Gu Sihe warned in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the entrance of the rift.

Hu Xingtong nodded, her heartbeat quickening as she gripped the Qing Huan Sword tightly. She could sense a powerful aura approaching, a breath filled with the scent of death and decay.