Qian Jue: Junior Sister Lexuan, You Wouldn't Want Your Juniors to See You So Close to an Evil Soul Master, Would You?

A maid outfit??? Zhang Lexuan's beautiful silver eyes instantly widened bigger than bells, her face filled with disbelief.

He actually wanted her to wear that kind of outfit?!

The thought of herself, the dignified senior sister of the inner court, having to wear such a shameful outfit with a pitifully short skirt, all sorts of lace trim, and perhaps even cat ears—

Zhang Lexuan's cheeks immediately flushed all the way down to her neck, as if her entire body were about to catch fire.

She instinctively took two steps back, clutching her chest tightly with both hands, every inch of her body screaming resistance.

"I won't wear it! Absolutely not!"

Seeing Zhang Lexuan's chaste, unyielding look as though she would rather die than submit, Qian Jue stopped, turned around, and looked at her with a faintly mocking smile.

"No?"

Qian Jue leaned closer, letting out a soft laugh with an intensely oppressive air about him.

"Senior Sister Zhang, it seems you still haven't recognized your situation as a 'hostage.'

What kidnapped hostage has the right to be picky about their uniform?"

He paused, a teasing glint flashing through his eyes.

"Besides, if you don't change into this outfit, how will people on the street know you're my maid?

Could it be... that you prefer what those people in the restaurant said earlier? You want the whole city to think that you, Zhang Lexuan, are Qian Jue's lover?"

"Tsk, tsk, let me think..."

Qian Jue deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze full of mockery.

"If these rumors make their way back to Shrek, what sort of looks do you think those disciples who idolize you, as well as those self-righteous old fossils at Sea God Pavilion, will give you?"

He leaned in slightly, his voice carrying a devilish temptation.

"Would they think—the senior sister of the inner court who claims to uphold justice and slay evil, who even helped establish the Shrek Inspection Group, is actually so close to an 'Evil Soul Master,'

acting as intimately as lovers... Could it be that Shrek Academy, which calls itself the continent's number one academy, has long since been infiltrated from within by the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Seeing Zhang Lexuan's face gradually turn pale, the smile on Qian Jue's lips deepened.

These seemingly piercing jokes had, in fact, exposed the most genuine fig leaf currently covering Shrek Academy.

Others might not know, but how could he not? Starting with Mu En, the lofty master of Sea God Pavilion, he had an old, tangled relationship with the Supreme Cult Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

As for Mu En's favored disciple, Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department, there was even less need to mention him. Their martial souls came from the same lineage; he was practically a hardcore Holy Spirit Cult insider.

And then there was Xuan Zi, the Gluttonous Douluo whom he had just slapped into the ground...

Qian Jue sneered inwardly.

With Elder Xuan's glorious record of repeatedly leading teams to total annihilation, practically serving as the enemy's best support, Qian Jue could only describe him as "his body in Shrek, his heart in the Holy Spirit Cult."

"You—shameless!"

Zhang Lexuan was so enraged by his twisted logic that her chest rose and fell sharply, her eyes even turning faintly red with humiliation and anger.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Qian Jue took pride rather than shame in it. He tilted his head slightly toward the shop entrance.

"So, are you going to obediently go in and pick one yourself, or... do you want me to carry you inside myself, then personally pick one for you and help you change?"

Hearing the words "personally pick one for you and help you change," Zhang Lexuan's delicate body trembled. The terrifying image of Qian Jue slapping ninety-eighth-rank Elder Xuan into the ground instantly flashed through her mind.

She had no doubt that this man, who acted without restraint, possessed unfathomable strength, and had an unpredictable temperament, was absolutely capable of stripping her on the street!

"You win... I'll go in myself!"

Zhang Lexuan gritted her silver teeth and glared fiercely at Qian Jue, as though she wanted to devour him alive.

In the end, she still yielded to Qian Jue's threat of force. Like someone heading to the execution grounds, she stepped into the shop radiating a flirtatious pink atmosphere with the resolve to face death.

Qian Jue chuckled, folded his arms, and leisurely followed her inside.

The moment they entered, rows upon rows of fully stocked uniforms greeted them.

The female shop owner's eyes immediately lit up when she saw their looks and bearing, and she hurried over.

"Oh my, young sir, are you here to pick out clothes for your girlfriend? With your girlfriend's figure, she'll look like a celestial maiden in anything from our shop! How about this one—"

"She isn't my girlfriend. She's my personal maid."

Qian Jue calmly interrupted the shop owner. His gaze swept over the racks before he finally raised a hand and pointed at a classic black-and-white maid outfit with exquisite craftsmanship, white lace trim, and thigh-high stockings.

"That set. Get it in her size."

"Right away! Young sir, you have such sharp taste. This is our most elegant style!"

The shop owner briskly took down the outfit and stuffed it into the still-dazed Zhang Lexuan's arms. "Miss, the fitting room is inside. Go try it on!"

Zhang Lexuan looked down at the few wisps of fabric in her arms, especially the skirt that was so short it gave her no sense of security whatsoever. Her eyes nearly reddened with anxiety.

"This skirt... is too short! I absolutely won't wear something like this!"

"A maid doesn't get to be picky about her work uniform."

Qian Jue pulled over a chair and sat down, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingertips. The tap, tap sounded like a death knell. "You have one minute.

If you're not changed and out here in one minute, I'll do it myself.

The countdown starts now."

"You bastard!"

Zhang Lexuan's face went pale with fright. No longer caring about the composure expected of the inner court's senior sister, she clutched the clothes and fled into the fitting room as though escaping for her life, slamming and locking the door behind her.

Inside the fitting room, Zhang Lexuan looked at herself in the mirror and tremblingly undid the red inner court robe that represented Shrek's supreme honor.

Once she had changed into the humiliating maid outfit and saw herself in the mirror—looking like an entirely different person, with hints of timidity and helplessness all over her—Zhang Lexuan was so ashamed and enraged that even her neck had turned pink.

If those juniors from the inner court who treated her like a goddess saw her like this, she might as well smash her head into a block of tofu and die.

"Time's up."

Qian Jue's devilish whisper came from outside, followed by the gentle turn of the doorknob.

"Don't come in! I'm changed!"

Startled, Zhang Lexuan hurriedly took a deep breath and yanked the door open.

She desperately tugged at the hem of her skirt with both hands, lowering her head like a frightened deer and not daring to look Qian Jue in the eye.

Qian Jue looked up, and a trace of approval flashed through his deep eyes.

Without Shrek's old-fashioned red robes, Zhang Lexuan's cool, dignified temperament created a powerful contrast with the maid outfit, which instead perfectly outlined her already exquisite figure.

"Very nice. It's much easier on the eyes than Shrek's red skin." Qian Jue stood and nodded in satisfaction.

"Then... can I change back now?" Zhang Lexuan's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, carrying a hint of pleading. "Wearing this out on the street, I really..."

"Change back?" Qian Jue raised an eyebrow and casually tossed the shop owner a gold soul coin.

"Don't bother wrapping up the old clothes. Just burn them."