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Chapter 4324: 5.0076 Bloodline

This Divine Artifact Master Haoguang should be one of the first generation disciples of the Xuanji Sect.

A Divine Artifact Master who has lived year-round beneath the Wangchuan Snow Ridge.

I wonder if I'll meet him on this trip...

Qiaomu hesitated, glancing at Long Hui. "Senior Xuanji is really your family's ancestor?"

"Naturally," Long Hui nodded, saying with a serious expression, "Ancestor Xuanji is the most outstanding elder in our family. How could I joke about such a thing?"

"Cousin, have you heard of the ancestor's deeds?" Long Hui's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but size Qiaomu up.

More than just heard.

Thinking of this, Qiaomu felt a slight pang in her heart.

Could it be...

It was the power of her bloodline that drew her to the Xuanji Secret Realm, to obtain the Heart of Xuanji? Everything was guided by her bloodline.

Just like when she entered her mother's secret realm and found her mother's skeleton.

It was as if destiny had guided her in the unseen.

Although she held grudges against the Wangchuan Dragon Clan, she hadn't expected to have already received goodwill from the Wangchuan Dragon Clan's ancestor before this.

This left her in a dilemma, wondering if she should open her heart and not dwell on the past.

Mo Lian was most aware of the Heart of Xuanji matter, and thus he could clearly sense Qiaoqiao's emotional fluctuations at this moment.

Reaching out and holding her small hand, Mo Lian gently said, "Just let everything take its natural course."

Why bother agonizing over so much?

In that case, Qiaoqiao could also be considered a direct bloodline descendant of Senior Long Xuanji. It seems obtaining the Heart of Xuanji wasn't entirely due to chance.

No wonder Senior Xuanji, when setting up three tasks for Qiaoqiao in the secret realm, added a line afterward about doing her best to help those weak Merman.

Long Xuanji and Long Chuyun were originally one family.

Qiaomu shook her head slightly and walked towards the Fisherman's Island.

"Hey," Long Xiangyun suddenly tugged at her sleeve. "This island is strange. Are we still going up?"

"Yes, let's go take a look." Qiaomu nodded, leading the group onto the island.

It was incredibly quiet all around; not even the sound of dogs barking or chickens clucking could be heard.

Qiaomu's group of over four hundred people filed into the fishing village, only to find every house tightly shut, with not a single trace of human activity in the village.

Occasionally, they saw a pale-faced woman sitting at a doorway, but before they could even ask a question, the person would see their large group passing by, immediately panic, run inside, and close the door without a word.

"What's going on?" Qinghongse exclaimed, displeased. "We're not ghosts; why do they hide when they see us?"

The others ignored her and continued to follow Qiaomu towards the other end of the village.

Suddenly, a door creaked nearby. Qiaomu and the others turned to look, seeing an elderly woman leaning on a cane, hesitantly stepping out of a doorway.

Seeing the group glance at her, she was startled, her hand on the cane trembled, and she quickly retreated.

Unexpectedly, she retreated too quickly, tripped on the doorstep, and was about to fall to the ground when Qiaomu's figure flickered, and she swiftly reached out to steady her arm.

"Grandma, don't panic. We are just passing through and won't harm you."

The old woman was slightly startled, then looked up and saw Qiaomu's delicate, jade-like little face. Her heart eased a little.

This young girl in front of her was truly beautiful and didn't look like those fierce, evil people from a while ago.

After Mo Lian ordered everyone to rest in place, he and Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable came one after another to Qiaomu and the old woman's side.

Helping the elderly woman, who had difficulty moving, to sit down, Qiaomu asked, "What's wrong with this village?"