Li Qingyang went down the mountain that very day, found a decent tailor shop in town, and paid a deposit. Within a few days, more than two hundred sets of sect uniforms were delivered.
When the money was in place, everything was easy to handle.
Jun Changxiao ordered the disciples to change into their brand-new sect uniforms before gathering at the Training Ground.
After a long while, the male disciples, led by Li Qingyang, arrived first. They wore purple long robes over short shirts, with long trousers, belts, bracers, and boots all in the same shade of purple.
"Second Senior Brother, aren't these clothes too eye-catching?"
"The collar on the short shirt is open so wide that half the chest is practically exposed! If we wear this outside, we'll definitely be laughed at!"
The disciples complained without end.
The mainstream clothing on Starfall Continent was much like that of Earth's ancient dynasties. Jun Changxiao's sect uniforms were bright, simple, and unconventional—far too much for them to bear.
"Ah."
Li Qingyang sighed.
He had seen the rough sketches of the uniforms designed by the sect leader and had thought he could adapt to them easily. But now that he was actually wearing them, he still felt utterly crushed.
Not long after.
The female disciples emerged from the Inner Court in groups.
They wore red short shirts, light gauze wrapped around their wrists, and slender waist cords that perfectly outlined their graceful figures. Their Knee Pads were short, with no lower skirts beneath them, while a pair of fiery red boots reaching past their knees made their legs appear especially long and slender.
These women's uniforms discarded the cumbersome, loose styles favored by most women on the continent. They looked light and simple, yet valiant and heroic.
The female disciples Jun Changxiao had chosen were all quite attractive. Wearing matching uniforms that highlighted their slim figures, they could be described with a single word—beautiful.
"Wow!"
"Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters, you all look so pretty!"
The male disciples huddled together, foolish grins spreading across their faces, each of them looking every bit like a lovestruck fool.
"Senior Sister, they're looking at us!"
"Wearing clothes like this is so embarrassing!"
The women of Starfall Continent were fairly traditional. Most covered themselves from head to toe, so they naturally found it difficult to accept such simple attire resembling men's fitted combat clothing.
Deep-rooted, old-fashioned thinking made it hard for both the male and female disciples to adapt to the bold, fashionable uniforms Jun Changxiao had designed.
Yet adapt they had to.
Because this was the sect leader's order, and it could not be defied.
"Senior Disciple Sister is coming out!"
Someone shouted, and everyone turned toward the entrance of the Inner Court. There, Lu Qianqian emerged, her beauty like jade and flowers. She wore a red short shirt and fiery red boots, her willow-leaf brows tightly furrowed.
This woman usually wore flowing white gauze, like a fairy untouched by mortal dust. Now, dressed in fiery red, she resembled a delicate and enchanting rose.
But... she was a rose with thorns. Frost covered her face, and her starry eyes smoldered with anger like burning flames, lending her a different kind of charm.
The disciples hurriedly withdrew their gazes and secretly muttered, Who made Senior Disciple Sister unhappy?
Thud!
Lu Qianqian stopped at the front of the Training Ground. She had stepped down with such force that even the ground trembled.
The disciples behind her recoiled several steps in fright, keeping a safe distance from Senior Disciple Sister.
Li Qingyang shook his head. He knew Senior Disciple Sister was so furious because she must have had objections to the sect uniforms.
"Ahem."
Just then, Jun Changxiao emerged from the Main Hall in a white long robe, walking with an Eight Trigrams gait. A gray-white belt was tied around his waist, and even his boots were white.
This custom-made sect leader's outfit was white from head to toe. Coupled with his fairly handsome appearance, he looked rather like a refined young master from an aristocratic family.
"Not bad, not bad."
As Jun Changxiao walked, he admired himself. "I finally look a little like a sect leader."
Suddenly, he noticed Lu Qianqian, who had already changed into the sect uniform. Resting his chin on his hand, he said, "A beautiful woman looks beautiful in anything she wears."
But when his eyes met Lu Qianqian's and he saw flames erupting from her gaze, he involuntarily shut his mouth.
"Sect Leader."
Lu Qianqian said coldly, "I hate red."
Jun Changxiao smiled. "Red represents celebration and liveliness. Isn't it girls' favorite color?"
"I hate it because I hate it."
Lu Qianqian said.
The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
All the disciples were here, and she wasn't leaving him the slightest bit of face!
Lu Qianqian also realized that she had lost control of her emotions. She took a deep breath, and struggle and pain surfaced on her pretty face. "If Sect Leader insists that I wear it, this disciple can only obey."
Though she often mocked Jun Changxiao, she was still a disciple in the end. Otherwise, she would not have forced herself to put on a sect uniform she disliked in her room.
Seeing the strange expression on her face, Jun Changxiao thought, This isn't simply because she hates red. There may be some unknown story behind it, something painful to her that she doesn't want to recall.
"I understand."
He said, "Qingyang, go down the mountain and have one made in this style for your Senior Disciple Sister, but in white."
"Yes, Sect Leader."
Li Qingyang turned and left, thinking, What exactly is Senior Disciple Sister's background?
During this period of contact, Lu Qianqian had been quiet and reserved, but her every movement carried an air of distinction. She might have some unknown identity and background.
"Now that you have put on the sect uniforms, it means sect life has officially begun. Starting tomorrow, your Second Senior Brother will be responsible for guiding your daily training."
Jun Changxiao announced.
Li Qingyang, who had not yet walked out, nearly stumbled to the ground.
Ever since coming to the sect, he had been responsible for rebuilding the Inner Court and Outer Court, helping revise the sect rules, going down the mountain to order sect uniforms, and now he had to guide daily cultivation as well.
Am I a disciple, or the chief steward?
Ah.
Li Qingyang sighed and thought, It feels like I've fallen into a ditch.
"That's all."
Jun Changxiao waved his hand. "Dismissed."
"Yes!"
Having received the order, the disciples dispersed.
"Qianqian."
Jun Changxiao said, "Come to the Main Hall. I have something to say."
Lu Qianqian followed him into the Main Hall. The moment she entered, she said, "This disciple offended Sect Leader just now and is willing to accept punishment."
Jun Changxiao sat in the sect leader's chair, his right elbow propped on the armrest and his palm supporting the side of his face. "If I wanted to punish you, I would have done so outside already."
Lu Qianqian remained silent.
Jun Changxiao placed his other hand on the armrest, folded his hands together, and rested his chin on them. "You have been in the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect for some time now, yet I know nothing at all about the identity of you, my chief disciple."
He had finally taken this step.
He had no other intentions. He simply felt that, as the sect leader, wasn't it only natural for him to understand his disciples' identities?
Lu Qianqian said, "My name is Lu Qianqian. That is my identity."
Jun Changxiao said helplessly, "What I mean is where you came from, where your home is, how many people are in your family, and how many acres of land you have in your fields."
Lu Qianqian said, "I came from elsewhere. Both my parents are dead. I have neither fields nor land."
That answer was extremely perfunctory, and Jun Changxiao was very dissatisfied.
"Sect Leader."
Lu Qianqian looked at him. The chill on her face faded slightly, and she spoke with deep meaning. "Knowing too much about certain matters may not be a good thing. It may instead bring disaster."
"Disaster?"
Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose. "That sounds frightening."
"Forget it, forget it."
He waved his hand. "Since you refuse to say it, I will not force you. Let's discuss business. The daily cultivation of the female disciples will be left to you."
"Second Junior Brother guides the male disciples, and I guide the female disciples. What does Sect Leader do?" Lu Qianqian looked at him.
"Ahem."
Jun Changxiao said, "Naturally, I will be responsible for supervising them and occasionally giving the disciples guidance regarding their confusion and shortcomings in Martial Dao."
Lu Qianqian eyed him suspiciously. "I think Sect Leader just wants to be lazy and become a hands-off shopkeeper."
"How could that be!"
Jun Changxiao put on a serious expression. "I still need to vigorously develop the sect. I need to rely on disciples like you to make the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect famous across the continent. How could I possibly be lazy?"
"Famous across the continent?"
Lu Qianqian curled her lips and muttered, "He's dreaming again."
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