Chapter 44

Remember in one second 【↘→】, providing you with a wonderful novel reading experience. "What a beautiful martial skirt!"

The martial skirt on the stone wall made Mo Baiou exclaim repeatedly, wishing she could immediately take down the hanging martial skirt!

Women often have a fondness for beautiful things.

Mo Honglian held her third sister's hand, her beautiful eyes scanning the surroundings. After confirming there was no danger, she released Mo Baiou's hand.

Six people entered the stone chamber. Ye Wuchen looked at the stone chamber, which was about five zhang long and wide, with no door, and was directly open before them.

"Stone dressing table, stone mirror, stone bed... This seems to be a woman's boudoir."

The exquisite and luxurious stone decorations made Ye Wuchen realize that this place was indeed a woman's room. His eyes flashed, and he thought of the name of this cave, Huaxiang, which might really belong to a female cultivator.

"Whoosh"

Mo Baiou couldn't wait to take down a martial skirt hanging on the left stone wall. Immediately, a faint yellowish glow enveloped it, making the martial skirt look extremely exquisite and beautiful.

"It's really beautiful!"

A crisp and joyful voice came from Mo Baiou, and everyone's attention was drawn to the faint yellowish glow.

Mo Baiou looked at her eldest sister with pleading eyes. The eldest sister, seeing Mo Baiou's expression, shook her head with a smile but still waved her hand, instantly enveloping Mo Baiou in a red glow like a red mist, making it impossible for outsiders to see clearly.

"Hum"

As the red mist dissipated, a graceful figure reappeared, but Mo Baiou was now wearing the martial skirt that emitted a faint yellowish glow!

Looking at Mo Baiou, Ye Wuchen's eyes also flashed with admiration!

A closely fitted yellowish martial skirt, embroidered with light yellow orchids, and a white silk belt cinched her slender waist. Her hair was styled in a如意髻 (ruyi bun), and at this moment, Mo Baiou no longer looked like the lively and cute girl she was before, but rather like a completely different person, exuding a fresh and elegant aura.

More strangely, the yellowish martial skirt was emitting a faint star-like light, completely enveloping Mo Baiou, making her look like a delicate and adorable little princess under the stars!

"Little Baiou, you look even more beautiful!"

The usually cold-tempered Lin Yingluo was the first to speak, unable to resist stepping forward to touch the exquisite and strange martial skirt.

"Yingluo sister, look, there are a few more! Eldest sister! Second sister! You should also put them on! Little Baiou feels so comfortable wearing this martial skirt!"

Following Little Baiou's words, Mo Honglian, Mo Qingye, and Lin Yingluo exchanged glances and nodded, each taking down another martial skirt from the stone wall that emitted a faint glow.

"Hum"

The red mist appeared again, completely enveloping the three figures. After a moment, it slowly dissipated, revealing three graceful figures.

Despite Little Baiou's beauty, Ye Wuchen had already prepared himself mentally. However, when the three beauties appeared, he still couldn't help but be amazed and admiring!

"Whoosh"

Sima Ao, standing beside him, even sucked in a breath, his eyes filled with admiration!

The three beauties stood gracefully, with Mo Honglian in the center.

Her red martial skirt was like a blooming lotus, her shoulders finely shaped, her waist slender, the closely fitted martial skirt contrasting with her snow-white skin, making her look even more regal and noble. Her hair was styled in a bun, and the star-like light on her red skirt made her look charming and captivating, almost as if she had lost her soul.

Next to Mo Honglian on the right stood Lin Yingluo, who looked even more beautiful than usual!

She still wore a purple martial skirt, but this purple seemed to transform her into a dancing fairy. The slightly revealing purple skirt showed her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone, her shoulders slightly exposed, the skirt flowing like moonlight, and her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her cold and beautiful face showed a hint of softness, making her look like a butterfly dancing in the wind or a clear and transparent snow.

On the left stood Mo Qingye, whose demeanor was as gentle as water.

A green martial skirt, emitting a mist-like glow, covered her delicate body. Mo Qingye, who was originally as gentle as water, now had her hair cascading over her shoulders. Unlike Lin Yingluo's cold beauty, Mo Qingye was elegant and ethereal, her skin as smooth as jade, her eyes filled with tenderness and charm, exuding a faint aura, making her look even more graceful and distant.

Together with Little Baiou, the four beauties stood gracefully, their bodies shimmering with star-like light, their smiles gentle, and their different auras blending harmoniously, making Ye Wuchen couldn't help but praise softly!

Sima Ao's gaze was completely focused on Lin Yingluo, his eyes filled with admiration and love, like a rising tide.

"Little Baiou is right. These martial skirts are not only beautifully designed and exquisitely crafted, but also made of special material. They are comfortable and warm, breathable and clear, almost like being warm in winter and cool in summer."

Mo Honglian gently touched the martial skirt, feeling a delicate sensation.

"This seems to be made of extremely special material. I even think it can resist the invasion of ordinary water and fire."

Lin Yingluo also touched the martial skirt, her cold eyes showing a hint of certainty.

"Ha... Little Baiou is so happy!"

Spinning in place, Mo Baiou was beaming with joy, her mouth smiling widely.

"Hey? Look, there are words carved on the stone wall!"

While spinning, Mo Baiou suddenly pointed to the stone wall where the martial skirts were hanging. There were two lines of elegant writing, as if written by a woman.

"Flower Dance Robe, left for the destined one."

Gently reading the two lines, the four women immediately looked delighted, realizing that their martial skirts had such a beautiful name.

"Little brother Wuchen, young master Sima, there seem to be two men's martial robes hanging on the stone wall behind you?"

Sima Ao didn't feel awkward about Mo Honglian's different way of addressing Ye Wuchen. Instead, he winked at Ye Wuchen while turning around, clearly teasing and mocking him.

Sima Ao's gaze was ignored by Ye Wuchen. On the right stone wall, there were two men's martial robes and two martial skirts. The two martial robes were one white and one black. Ye Wuchen took the black one, while Sima Ao chose the white one.

The touch was delicate, with a faint warmth and a slight coolness, two contradictory sensations that harmoniously mixed, making one feel refreshed.

As men, Ye Wuchen and Sima Ao had no qualms about undressing. They immediately took off their original martial robes, exposing their upper bodies to the eyes of the three Mo sisters and Lin Yingluo.

The four women didn't expect Ye Wuchen and Sima Ao to undress so directly, and for a moment, they felt a bit shy. However, considering the special time and place, they decided not to be too formal and openly admired the two men's physiques.

Sima Ao had a bronze-colored skin, a well-built body, and distinct muscles, with a few scars adding a rugged charm, making him the epitome of a strong and dominant man.

Although a few years younger than Sima Ao, Ye Wuchen's physique was no less impressive. Unlike Sima Ao's bronze skin, Ye Wuchen's skin was very fair. While not as muscular as Sima Ao, his muscles were smooth and well-defined, exuding a different kind of beauty, as if he was naturally perfect.

The two men quickly put on the white and black martial robes. As soon as they were dressed, the four women's expressions changed subtly.

Sima Ao, in a white martial robe, looked even more handsome and elegant, the white robe giving him a sense of otherworldly grace, complementing his cultivation of ethereal cloud qi, making him look as if he were standing on a cloud.

Black robe and black hair, Ye Wuchen's black hair gently fluttered, unbound and free, cascading over his shoulders. His fair face had eyes that seemed to sparkle with a thousand colors, his figure tall and graceful, looking like a god descended from the heavens, as if he didn't belong here but came from a distant star.

"Wow! Brother Sima, Brother Ye, you both look so handsome!"

Mo Baiou couldn't help but exclaim joyfully.

At this moment, Lin Yingluo's cold eyes showed a hint of something indescribable. She suddenly felt a distant aura emanating from Ye Wuchen, as if he didn't belong to the Eastern Land and would eventually leave for a far-off place, carrying something unimaginable.

"The material of these martial robes is indeed special. They feel weightless when worn, and although the design is simple, they are very durable, resistant to ordinary blades and fire. They are truly remarkable."

Feeling the sensation of the martial robes, Ye Wuchen spoke softly, and Sima Ao nodded in agreement.

"Little brother Wuchen, we were able to enter the second level of the Huaxiang Cave because of you. Before we came, the Mo sisters agreed to a 40-60 split of the rewards. You should take the two remaining martial skirts. Perhaps you can give them to your beloved in the future."

Mo Honglian's gentle words carried a smile, and her gaze was sincere. Ye Wuchen smiled and, without being overly modest, took the two remaining martial skirts and stored them in his storage ring.

"I wonder what kind of woman will wear the Flower Dance Robe he personally gifted..."

Lin Yingluo sighed softly in her heart.

"Alright, now we can confirm that the owner of the Huaxiang Cave was likely a female senior. The rewards from the second level are quite good. Second sister, you said the Huaxiang Cave has three levels. Although we may not be able to enter the third level, it's worth mentioning to everyone."

Hearing her eldest sister's words, Mo Qingye nodded and led everyone out of the stone chamber, heading towards a floating blue flame.

"Wow! There's a floating flame here? I didn't see it!"

Mo Baiou said in surprise, and the others, except for Ye Wuchen, also looked surprised.

"If my feeling is correct, this blue flame is likely the restriction of the third level of the Huaxiang Cave."

Mo Qingye spoke with a gentle voice and a smile.

"It seems this young girl is right. She has a special spiritual sense that can detect the fluctuations of restrictions, making her a good candidate for studying restrictions."

Kong's voice echoed in Ye Wuchen's mind, and he immediately understood why the three Mo sisters knew about the three levels of restrictions in the Huaxiang Cave.

"What is this? A blue flame that doesn't emit any heat?"

Lin Yingluo looked at the flame, her brows slightly furrowed, while Mo Honglian stared intently at the flame, her beautiful eyes seemingly trying to recall something.

"You all have good luck. This is a Clear Spirit Cold Fire, which is a beneficial celestial spirit for cultivators at the Xifan stage."

Hearing Kong's calm words, Ye Wuchen asked, "Clear Spirit Cold Fire? What does this flame do for cultivators at the Xifan stage?"

"Clear Spirit Cold Fire is a special cold flame, born in a place where ice and fire alternate, absorbing the elemental and spiritual energies of heaven and earth, and eventually converging. It has no temperature. Its only use is to burn away the bottleneck of cultivators at the Xifan stage. In other words, if you can refine the Clear Spirit Cold Fire, you can directly break through to the Yingpo stage by absorbing enough elemental energy."

Kong's explanation immediately made Ye Wuchen feel excited, and at the same time, Mo Honglian's voice, filled with surprise, echoed, "Clear Spirit Cold Fire! This is Clear Spirit Cold Fire! I didn't expect to find a Clear Spirit Cold Fire here!"