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Li Qingyang left the mountain that day, heading into town. He found a decent seamstress shop and paid a deposit. It only took a few days for over two hundred sets of sect uniforms to be delivered.
With money, it was easy to get things done.
Jun Changxiao ordered the disciples to change into the brand-new sect uniform and then gather at the drill ground.
Very long later, the male disciples arrived first, with Li Qingyang in the lead. They wore purple long shirts with short sleeve shirts inside. Even their long pants, belts, wrist guards, and boots were all in purple.
"Second Martial Senior, don't these clothes stand out too much?"
"The short sleeve shirt's collar is so wide, and our chests are almost exposed. We'll definitely be laughed at if we were to wear this outside!"
The many disciples complained.
The mainstream fashion on the Fallen Star Continent was similar to Earth's ancient dynasties. The sect uniforms that Jun Changxiao designed were bright, simple, and so different that they found it hard to accept.
Li Qingyang sighed.
He had seen the design drafted by the sect leader and should have been able to adapt to it, but he still felt very defeated when he had to put it on.
Not long later, the female disciples came over in groups from the inner courtyard.
They were in red short sleeves, with light sashes around their wrists. They had long and slender belts around their waist, bringing out their great figures. Their clothes were knee-length, and there were no bottoms. A pair of fiery-red, over-the-knee boots covered their legs, making them appear extremely long and slender.
The female clothing discarded the complexity and large size of the mainstream female fashion in this world. They looked light and simple, yet valiant and heroic.
The female disciples that Jun Changxiao picked out were all quite good-looking. When they wore uniforms of the same design that brought out their slender figures, they could be described as 'beautiful'.
"Wow!"
"The martial sisters are all so beautiful!"
The male disciples gathered together, wearing foolish smiles on their faces.
"Senior martial sister, they're looking at us!"
"It's so embarrassing to be wearing such clothes!"
The Fallen Star Continent's females were more traditional, and most of them could cover up their body very thoroughly. It was definitely hard for them to accept such clothes that were simple and seemed more for men.
The deeply-rooted, old-fashioned way of thinking that both the male and female disciples had made it hard for them to be accustomed to the modern fashion that Jun Changxiao had designed.
Even if they could not get accustomed to it, they had to.
It was because this was the sect leader's order, and they were not allowed to defy it.
"Eldest Martial Sister is out!" someone shouted, and everyone turned to look toward the inner courtyard's entrance. They saw the beautiful Lu Qianqian wearing a red, short-sleeve shirt and long, fiery-red boots. She was frowning as she walked over.
This lady usually wore white muslin clothes, looking like a transcendent fairy. Now that she changed into fiery-red, short-sleeve clothes, she looked like a beautiful and enchanting rose.
However… she was a rose with thorns. Her face was covered in frost, and her star-like eyes seemed a little displeased, as if flames were burning in them. It gave off a different charm.
All the disciples quickly drew back their gazes and wondered, Who made Eldest Martial Sister displeased?
Stomp!
Lu Qianqian stopped in front of the drill ground. As she used too much force, even the ground trembled a little.
The disciples behind her were so scared that they retreated several steps, keeping their distance from their eldest martial sister.
Li Qingyang shook his head. He knew why his eldest martial sister was so angry. She must not like the sect uniform.
"Cough cough."
At this moment, Jun Changxiao walked out from the hall with big strides, wearing a white, long-sleeve shirt, a grayish-white belt, and even white boots.
This custom-made sect leader uniform was all white. In addition to his good looks, he looked like a handsome and dignified young master from a great family.
"Not bad, not bad." Jun Changxiao walked out and admired himself. "Finally looking a little like a sect leader."
Suddenly, he noticed Lu Qianqian, who had already changed into the sect uniform. He stroked his chin and said, "Beautiful ladies look beautiful no matter what they wear."
However, when his gaze met Lu Qianqian's, he saw the spewing flames in her eyes and immediately decided to shut up.
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"Sect leader," Lu Qianqian said coldly, "I hate red."
Jun Changxiao smiled and said, "Red represents jubilation and liveliness. Isn't it the color that girls like the most?"
"I said I hate it. It means I hate it," Lu Qianqian said.
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
Even though the rest of the disciples were around, she was really not giving him any face!
Lu Qianqian also realized that she had lost control of her emotions. She took a deep breath, her beautiful face wearing a hint of struggle and pain as she said, "If you insist that I wear it, Sect Leader, then I can only abide."
Although she often dealt Jun Changxiao blows, she was a disciple. Otherwise, she would not have forced herself to put on the sect uniform in her room even though she did not like it.
Seeing the strange expression on the lady's face, Jun Changxiao thought, It's definitely not a simple detest for red. There might be an unknown story behind this that could be painful to her, but she isn't willing to recall it.
"I understand," he said. "Qingyang, go down the mountain and get your senior martial sister this uniform in white."
"Yes." Li Qingyang turned and left, thinking, What background does Eldest Martial Sister have?
In their contact during this period of time, although Lu Qianqian had been quiet, she would emit an unusual aura through her actions. She might have some unknown identity or background.
"Since you've changed into the sect uniform, it means that your life in the sect has officially started. From tomorrow onward, your Second Martial Brother will be in-charge of guiding you in your daily training," Jun Changxiao announced.
Li Qingyang, who had yet to walk out, almost fell.
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After coming to the sect, he had been responsible for renovating the inner and outer courtyards, helped to change the sect rules, and gone down the mountain to custom-make the sect uniform. Now, he even had to provide guidance for the daily training.
Am I a disciple or a steward? Li Qingyang sighed. I seemed to have fallen into a trap.
"That's it for now." Jun Changxiao waved his hand. "You're all dismissed."
"Yes!" The disciples immediately left after receiving the order.
"Qianqian," Jun Changxiao said, "come to the hall. I have something to say."
Lu Qianqian followed him into the main hall. The moment she did, she said, "I am willing to accept the punishment for offending the sect leader earlier."
Jun Changxiao sat in the sect leader seat, resting his right elbow on the armrest and propping up the side of his face, as he said, "If I wanted to punish you, I would have done that outside."
Lu Qianqian was silent.
Jun Changxiao rested his other hand on the armrest, locking his hands together and resting his chin on his hands. "It has been some time since you've joined the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect. I still have no idea about your identity even though you're my eldest disciple."
He took the first step.
He did not have any other intentions. He just felt that, as a sect leader, he should have an understanding of his disciple.
"I'm called Lu Qianqian. This is my identity," Lu Qianqian said.
Jun Changxiao felt speechless. "I'm referring to where you came from, where your home is, how many people there are in your family, and how much land your family owns."
"I come from another place. Both my parents are dead, and I have no land under my name," Lu Qianqian said.
Her reply was very half-hearted, and Jun Changxiao was not satisfied with it.
"Sect leader." Lu Qianqian looked at him, the coldness on her face dissipating a little, and she spoke in a profound tone. "There are some matters that might not be a good thing to know too much about. Instead, it could be a disaster."
"A disaster?" Jun Changxiao rubbed his nose. "It sounds very scary."
He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. Since you're not willing to say it, I won't force you. I'll leave the female disciples' daily training to you."
"Second martial junior will teach the male disciples while I teach the female disciples. What will the sect leader be doing?" Lu Qianqian looked at him.
"Cough cough. Of course I'll be responsible for observing, occasionally giving pointers on the disciples' problems and weaknesses in martial arts."
"I think that you just want to slack off and leave all the jobs to others, right, Sect Leader?" Lu Qianqian said suspiciously.
"How is that possible?" Jun Changxiao put up a serious front. "I'm planning to develop the sect and will have to rely on the disciples to spread the Iron Bones Clang Clang Sect's reputation across the world. How could I be slacking?"
"Spread the reputation across the world?" Lu Qianqian's mouth twitched, and she mumbled softly, "Dreaming again."
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