They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 33 Dugu Moli

After walking several dozen steps along the bamboo path, the roar of water suddenly filled my ears.

Once we emerged from the bamboo forest, the view suddenly opened up before us.

In front of them, the cliff seemed to have been cut off on one side, with seven pavilions with flying eaves and brackets embedded in the cliff face. The pavilions were connected by iron chain bridges, and a waterfall cascaded down the back of the mountain.

In the open space in front of the pavilion, a dozen or so Sword Pavilion disciples were practicing their swordsmanship.

Upon seeing the two approaching, the dozen or so disciples stopped their competition, walked over, respectfully cupped their hands in greeting to Bai Suying, and called out in unison, "Junior Sister Bai."

Wu Cheng looked over and saw that although their gazes held both curiosity and resentment, no one directly came to cause trouble.

It seems that as the chief disciple, Senior Sister is quite renowned in Sword Pavilion.

However, Wu Cheng was also speechless. The way they looked at him was as if they knew him. Just how much did his senior sister and Qing Que praise him?

"Alright, keep practicing. I'll be testing you all later. If I catch you cheating... you know the rules."

Although Bai Suying was all smiles, the dozen or so disciples who were clearly her senior brothers and sisters were already hunched over and sweating profusely.

"Senior sister is so impressive!" Wu Cheng secretly gave her a thumbs up.

Bai Suying smiled helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. I'm the one who usually instructs them in swordsmanship."

Wu Cheng asked curiously, "Doesn't Martial Uncle Dugu teach it?"

He looked around but didn't see Dugu Molin and Qingque. "Oh right, and Qingque too, where did they go?"

Bai Suying gestured with her chin toward the waterfall behind the mountain peak. "It should be near the Sword Pool. You can find it by heading toward the waterfall. I still need to keep an eye on them here. You can go ahead, Junior Brother."

"Okay, then I'll head over first."

The other disciples' eyes widened in surprise.

You must know that the Sword Pool is a forbidden area of ​​the Sword Pavilion! It is also the residence of Dugu Moli. In the past, no one except the sect leader and Junior Sister Bai was allowed to go there! It was only yesterday that Junior Sister Qingque joined them!

How could this junior brother, who is supposedly a sword genius, be allowed to go?

But they quickly looked away.

That junior brother was, after all, one of the sect leader's only two personally taught disciples, so there was naturally no hindrance to him going there.

Besides, Bai Suying's smiling gaze was enough to send chills down their spines, so they had no time to care about other people's business.

After saying goodbye to Bai Suyi, Wu Cheng followed the direction she pointed and walked down the narrow stone steps carved into the rock wall.

The further down you go, the heavier the humidity becomes. As you walk, the stone steps turn a corner, and the waterfall suddenly appears before your eyes.

The waterfall isn't very high, only about three zhang (approximately 13 meters), and the fine, curtain-like stream of water splashes into the pool below, creating puffs of white foam.

The pool wasn't large, but its surroundings were almost entirely filled with swords.

This must be the Sword Pool.

Wu Cheng's attention was completely drawn to the two figures in the sword pool.

The first person stood in the water, which only covered her lower abdomen, making her slender and delicate navel faintly visible.

This person was none other than Dugu Moli.

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion Master was completely naked with his eyes closed. His long, ink-black hair was spread out on the water's surface, and his skin was as white as jade, even somewhat transparent in the sunlight.

Qingque, wearing a single garment soaked through to reveal her flesh color, stood behind her, carefully washing Dugu Moli's long hair.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Qingque turned around and saw Wu Cheng. Her fingers paused slightly before she continued to rub Dugu Moli's long hair in her hands, and she even turned her body to the side, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Her thin clothes clung to her skin after being soaked through, outlining her slender yet voluptuous figure.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment, this servant will be done shortly." Qingque's voice was still cold, but it seemed to soften a bit in the sound of the waterfall.

"It's okay, you guys continue, just pretend I'm not here." Wu Cheng's eyes were wide open like copper bells, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

At this moment, Dugu Moli also opened her eyes and looked at Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Disciple Wu Cheng greets Martial Uncle Dugu."

As long as he isn't embarrassed, then someone else is.

As expected, although Qingque did not cover her body, her cheeks still felt hot under Wu Cheng's piercing gaze.

She whispered something in Dugu Moli's ear, and Dugu Moli blinked before getting up and going ashore.

Qingque quickly picked up two dry, coarse cloth robes from the edge of the sword pool and wrapped them around herself and Dugu Moli. Then they went into a thatched hut a little further away.

A moment later, the two of them emerged from there.

The robe that Dugu Moli was wearing was clearly put on her by Qingque. After all, when Qingque dressed Wu Cheng, she also tied the collar neatly and rolled up the cuffs meticulously.

Dugu Moli's long hair, which reached all the way down to her hips, was still wet, but she didn't care at all. She just stood there straight, her eyes showing neither curiosity nor embarrassment towards Wu Cheng, as if she herself were a cold, emotionless sword.

Having already changed her clothes, Qingque casually tied her hair back. She walked up to Wu Cheng and asked softly, "Your Highness, what brings you here?"

"Of course I came to see you! I missed you so much overnight!"

Qingque pursed her lips and looked away from his smiling gaze. "Your Highness is still young. It would be harmful for you to indulge in women at this time. This servant... is still Your Highness's servant."

Wu Cheng's smile froze.

No! Which of us has the most lewd thoughts in our head?

Although it's not that he didn't want to... there are some things you just can't say, even if they're true!

Wu Cheng slowly exhaled and looked Qing Que up and down a few times.

Her complexion was much better than when she crossed the Dragon Gate, at least the thin layer of frost between her brows had faded considerably.

He then took the opportunity to change the subject, "Sister Qingque, how are you feeling?"

Qingque glanced at the seemingly emotionless Dugu Moli, then said earnestly, "Sect Master Dugu is very powerful. With just one move, she saw twelve flaws in my sword technique. Each one was something I had never realized before. I have learned a lot from Sect Master Dugu."

In her previous life, she deeply regretted that her martial arts skills were too weak to help His Highness much. In this life, she studied and practiced diligently, and she thought she could become the sharpest sword in His Highness's hands.

But at this moment... it's probably still a long way off.

But with Dugu Moli's guidance, she will definitely continue to grow stronger, strong enough to protect His Highness one day!

Dugu Moli appeared silently beside the two like a cat. After hearing Qingque's words, she looked up at Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng felt a chill run down his spine under her lifeless gaze, and couldn't help but cup his hands in a forced smile, "Martial Aunt?"

Could it be that I looked at too much just now, and now I'm going to be held accountable?

Dugu Moli ignored him and instead said three words to Qingque indifferently, "Call me Master."

Qingque was startled and subconsciously looked at Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng nodded and gave an encouraging smile. Then Qing Que turned around and faced Dugu Moli, performing a formal disciple's salute, "Disciple Qing Que greets Master."

Dugu Moli nodded slightly, then stood there without saying a word.

Wu Cheng suddenly asked Qingque in a low voice, "Sister Qingque, is Uncle Dugu not very good at taking care of himself?"

Dugu Moli's appearance reminded him of several geniuses he had met in his previous life.

Those individuals were all top experts in their respective fields, but they handled their daily lives and interpersonal relationships very poorly.

Is this a common ailment among some geniuses?

Qingque was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Master has never left the mountain. Her life revolves around the sword, so she can't even take care of herself. I helped her dress this morning. It is said that Bai Suying used to take care of her, and before that, it was Sect Leader Gong."

Wu Cheng glanced at Dugu Moli subconsciously.

She must have heard everything clearly, but she didn't react at all, not even raising an eyebrow. Water droplets from her temples flowed down her chin into her collar, down her delicate collarbone, and finally gathered in the middle of her barely visible white skin, forming a water stain.

Wow, that's a huge difference in skin tone...

Wu Cheng quickly averted his gaze and whispered, "Sister Qingque, is it really okay to say this in front of our Martial Uncle?"

Qingque nodded slightly and was about to speak when she was interrupted by Dugu Moli.

She had been staring at Wu Cheng's hands for a while, and then suddenly spoke, "You use your left hand to wield your sword."