That very day, Li Qingyang went down the mountain to find a good tailor shop in town and paid a deposit. Within a few days, over two hundred sets of sect attire were delivered.

When money is in place, things get done.

Jun Changxiao ordered the disciples to change into their brand new sect uniforms, then gather at the martial arts training ground.

After a while, the male disciples led by Li Qingyang arrived first. They wore purple robes with short shirts underneath, and their long pants, belts, wrist guards, and boots were all uniformly purple.

“Second Senior Brother, these clothes are too eye-catching, aren’t they?”

“The collar on the short shirt is so wide open—our entire chests are practically exposed. If we wear this out, we’ll definitely be laughed at!”

The disciples complained endlessly.

The mainstream clothing style on Xingyun Continent was similar to Earth’s ancient dynasties. The sect attire Jun Changxiao designed—bright, simple, unconventional—was difficult for them to accept.

“Sigh.”

Li Qingyang sighed.

He’d seen the rough sketches of the attire the Sect Leader designed and thought he could adapt well enough, but actually wearing it still felt utterly crushing.

Before long, the female disciples walked over together from the inner courtyard.

They wore red short shirts with gauze wrapped around their wrists, slender waist cords tied at their waists perfectly outlining their graceful figures. Their knee covers were very short with no lower garment, and a pair of over-the-knee fire-red long boots wrapped their legs, making them look exceptionally slender.

This female attire discarded the cumbersome, oversized mainstream women’s clothing of the continent—it looked light and simple, yet heroic and valiant.

The female disciples Jun Changxiao had selected all had decent appearances. Wearing the uniform attire with their slender figures highlighted, they could be described with a single word: beautiful.

“Wow!”

“The senior sisters and junior sisters look so pretty!”

The male disciples clustered together, silly smiles on their faces, looking quite like besotted fools.

“Senior Sister, they’re looking at us!”

“Wearing clothes like this is so embarrassing!”

Women on Xingyun Continent were rather traditional, with most covering their bodies completely. Such simple attire similar to men’s fitted clothing was naturally difficult to accept.

Their deeply ingrained, outdated thinking made it impossible for the male and female disciples to adapt to Jun Changxiao’s avant-garde, fashionable clothing design.

Unable to adapt or not, they had to adapt.

Because this was the Sect Leader’s order and could not be defied.

“Big Senior Sister is coming out!”

Someone shouted, and everyone looked toward the inner courtyard entrance to see the exquisitely beautiful Lu Qianqian emerge wearing a red short shirt and stepping in fire-red long boots, her willow-leaf eyebrows tightly furrowed.

This woman usually wore white gauze clothing like a fairy untouched by mortal affairs. Now, having changed into this fire-red short shirt, she was like a charming, alluring rose.

However… she was a rose with thorns, because her face was covered in frost, her starry eyes slightly annoyed, as if burning with flames—though this gave her a certain unique charm.

The disciples quickly averted their gazes, secretly grumbling, “Who made Big Senior Sister unhappy?”

“Thud!”

Lu Qianqian stopped at the front of the training ground, and from using too much force, even the ground trembled.

The disciples behind her retreated several steps in fright, maintaining a certain distance from Big Senior Sister.

Li Qingyang shook his head. He knew Big Senior Sister was so angry because she definitely had an issue with the sect attire.

“Ahem.”

Just then, Jun Changxiao emerged from the great hall wearing a white robe, walking with a confident gait, a gray-white belt around his waist, even his boots white.

This custom-tailored Sect Leader attire was uniformly white, and combined with his decent appearance, he looked quite like an elegant young master from a noble house.

“Not bad, not bad.”

Jun Changxiao walked while admiring himself. “Finally looking a bit like a Sect Leader.”

Suddenly, he noticed Lu Qianqian, who had already changed into sect attire, and stroked his chin. “Beautiful women look beautiful in anything they wear.”

But making eye contact with Lu Qianqian and seeing flames erupting from her eyes, he involuntarily shut his mouth.

“Sect Leader.”

Lu Qianqian said coldly, “I hate red.”

Jun Changxiao smiled. “Red represents joy and vitality—isn’t it you girls’ favorite color?”

“I hate it, I just hate it.”

Lu Qianqian said.

The corner of Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

With all the disciples present, she wasn’t giving this seat any face at all!

Lu Qianqian also realized her emotions had gotten out of control. She took a deep breath, her pretty face showing struggle and pain. “If the Sect Leader insists I wear it, this disciple can only comply.”

Though she often undermined Jun Changxiao, she was ultimately still a disciple—otherwise she wouldn’t have forced herself to put on this sect attire she disliked in her room.

Witnessing the unusual expression on that woman’s face, Jun Changxiao thought secretly, “This definitely isn’t simply disliking red. There’s probably some unknown story behind it that’s very painful for her, something she doesn’t want to recall.”

“I understand.”

He said, “Qingyang, go down the mountain and have this style remade in white for your senior sister.”

“As you command.”

Li Qingyang turned to leave, thinking darkly, “Big Senior Sister, just what is her background?”

Through their interactions over this time, though Lu Qianqian was taciturn, her bearing revealed something extraordinary—she likely had some unknown identity and background.

“Since you’ve all changed into the sect attire, it represents the official start of sect life. From tomorrow on, your Second Senior Brother will be responsible for teaching daily training.”

Jun Changxiao announced.

Li Qingyang, who hadn’t yet left, nearly fell flat on the ground.

Coming to the sect, he’d been responsible for renovating the inner and outer courtyards, helping to revise the sect rules, going down the mountain to have sect attire made, and now he also had to teach daily cultivation.

Was he a disciple or the head steward?

Sigh.

Li Qingyang sighed, thinking darkly, “Feels like I’ve fallen into a pit.”

“That’s all then.”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand. “Everyone’s dismissed.”

“Yes!”

Having received the order, the disciples dispersed.

“Qianqian.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Come to the great hall. This seat has something to say.”

Lu Qianqian followed him into the great hall. As soon as she entered, she said, “This disciple was disrespectful to the Sect Leader just now and is willing to accept punishment.”

Jun Changxiao sat in the Sect Leader’s chair, his right elbow resting on the armrest, his palm supporting the side of his face. “If this seat wanted to punish you, I would have done so outside.”

Lu Qianqian fell silent.

Jun Changxiao placed his other hand on the armrest, fingers interlaced, chin resting on them. “You’ve been part of Ironbone Clang Sect for some time now, yet this seat knows absolutely nothing about your identity as my first disciple.”

He had finally taken this step.

No ulterior motive—he just felt that as the sect leader, shouldn’t he understand his disciples’ identities?

Lu Qianqian said, “My name is Lu Qianqian. That is my identity.”

Jun Changxiao said helplessly, “This seat means where you’re from, where you live, how many people in your family, how many acres of farmland you have.”

Lu Qianqian said, “I’m from elsewhere, both parents deceased, no farmland or property.”

This answer was very perfunctory, and Jun Changxiao was quite unsatisfied.

“Sect Leader.”

Lu Qianqian looked at him, the coldness on her face slightly diminishing, her tone profound. “Some things—knowing too much about them isn’t necessarily a good thing, but rather a disaster.”

“Disaster?”

Jun Changxiao touched his nose. “Sounds very frightening.”

“Forget it, forget it.”

He waved his hand. “Since you’re unwilling to say, this seat won’t force you. Let’s talk business—the female disciples’ daily cultivation is entrusted to you.”

“Second Junior Brother teaches the male disciples, I teach the female disciples—what does the Sect Leader do?” Lu Qianqian looked at him.

“Ahem.”

Jun Changxiao said, “I’m naturally responsible for supervision, occasionally pointing out martial path confusions and deficiencies for the disciples.”

Lu Qianqian said skeptically, “I think the Sect Leader just wants to slack off and be a hands-off boss.”

“How is that possible!”

Jun Changxiao feigned seriousness. “This seat still needs to vigorously develop the sect, still needs to rely on you disciples to make Ironbone Clang Sect famous across the continent. How could I slack off?”

“Famous across the continent?”

Lu Qianqian pursed her lips, saying quietly, “Daydreaming again.”