Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

She stood there, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were seriously considering the logic behind the matter.

She came to the Immortal Shadow Sect for only one thing.

I'd like to challenge Mu Tianmiao to a duel.

But before they'd even exchanged a few words, the conversation had already started revolving around her clothes.

She took a deep breath and steered the conversation back on track: "No need, you fight me, the clothes don't matter..."

"No."

Mu Tianmiao interrupted her, speaking with righteous indignation.

Ye Jianling was taken aback: "Why?"

"I don't fight with people who have bad taste in clothing."

"Clothing style?"

Chapter 80 is good...

"Clothing style?"

Ye Jianling repeated the word, his expression even more confused.

She is a sword cultivator who grew up in the towering mountains and was exposed to sword manuals and techniques every day.

My understanding of the term "clothing style" is limited to its literal meaning...

My taste in clothes? What does that have to do with fighting?

Seeing her blank expression, Mu Tianmiao kindly explained, "It's just that the clothes are ugly."

Ye Jianling fell silent.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again.

An extremely complex expression appeared on that cold and stern face.

She, the top-ranked Golden Core cultivator, came to challenge someone to a duel, but the other party refused to fight because he thought her clothes were ugly...

What the hell is this...?

"...I just want to have a friendly spar,"

She finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of extremely restrained helplessness.

Is it really that complicated?

"It's no trouble at all."

Mu Tianmiao had already started walking forward, and turned back to give her a nod of her chin.

"Come with me, it'll be quick."

Ye Jianling stared at his retreating figure, standing there for a full three breaths.

Then she took a deep breath and followed.

She told herself that this was for the sake of sparring. As long as she could get to this match, she would change her clothes if necessary.

Mu Tianmiao led her through most of the Immortal Shadow Sect, finally stopping in front of a three-story pavilion.

The pavilion has upturned eaves and corners, carved beams and painted rafters, and a plaque with three elegant characters hangs above the door.

Fairy Robe Pavilion.

This is one of the most popular places in the Immortal Shadow Sect.

Ever since Mu Tianmiao drew a few clothing design sketches in her spare time and handed them over to the tailors here, the business of Xianyi Tower has become more and more popular.

His several modified monk robe designs incorporated a lot of modern aesthetics, with cuts that accentuated the waist and bolder color schemes, making them especially popular among the female disciples of the sect.

Today is the recruitment fair, and many female disciples waiting for the next round of testing are crowding into the Fairy Robe Pavilion to look at clothes. It's as lively as a market in the mortal world.

As soon as Mu Tianmiao stepped through the door, a sharp-eyed female disciple spotted him.

"Young Sect Master!"

A round-faced female disciple waved with delight.

"What brings you here? When will the new products be released?"

"Greetings, Young Sect Master!"

"Young Sect Master, I managed to snag that flowing fairy dress you designed last time!"

Several female disciples chattered and surrounded her to say hello, and then their gazes naturally fell on Ye Jianling behind Mu Tianmiao.

Dressed in black, with a cold expression and a long sword at his waist, he exuded an aura that was completely out of place with the Immortal Garment Pavilion, making him unapproachable.

Someone muttered quietly, "Who is that? So well dressed..."

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but the meaning was already quite clear.

Several suppressed chuckles rang out from the surrounding area, and a few female disciples huddled together whispering.

His gaze swept back and forth over Ye Jianling's black clothes, his eyes filled with curiosity and undisguised judgment.

Ye Jianling's face darkened.

She doesn't care about other people's opinions; this has always been her belief.

Sword cultivators should have a mind as still as water, free from worldly concerns.

But today, ever since she met Mu Tianmiao, her clothes have been criticized three times.

Now, surrounded by a group of complete strangers pointing and whispering, even the most composed person would be stirred.

A sharp sword intent suddenly erupted from her body.

That wasn't an attack targeting any specific person, but rather a pure outward display of power.

The air seemed to freeze instantly. The female disciples closest to her were caught off guard and forced to take a step back by the sword intent.

The smile on his face froze at the corners of his mouth, replaced by astonishment and unease.

The surrounding noise suddenly disappeared, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Jianling.

Mu Tianmiao reacted extremely quickly.

He grabbed Ye Jianling's wrist and pulled her to his side, while turning around and waving to the surrounding disciples with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Everyone should go about their business, I have something to do."

His tone was casual, as if nothing had happened, but the hand holding Ye Jianling's wrist exerted a slight force, pulling her away from everyone's gaze.

Ye Jianling stood in the inner room on the second floor of the Fairy Garment Pavilion, watching Mu Tianmiao magically produce one garment after another from all directions and compare them to her.

This guy was quick and efficient; he pulled out a set of moon-white clothes from the shelf in a moment.

He held it up to her shoulder, looked at it, shook his head, and put it back.

A moment later, he pulled out a silver-gray garment from the corner and held it up to her.

He muttered that it was too plain and tossed it aside.

He was busy and having a great time, but Ye Jianling was getting more and more impatient.

She, the top-ranked Golden Core cultivator, came to challenge someone to a duel, only to be dragged into a clothing shop and used as a clothes hanger.

"So long?" She frowned, her impatience now undisguised.

Without turning his head, Mu Tianmiao took out a set of clothes from the deepest part of the closet, unfolded them, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"This is it."

He unfolded the entire outfit in front of her.

She wore a flowing, ink-wash style robe with wide sleeves. The upper part of the robe was pure white, like snow, and the color gradually faded downwards from the waist to the abdomen.

The color gradually deepens from light gray to a dark, ink-like black, with a crane pattern embroidered in dark thread on the hem, appearing and disappearing in the light.

Large, fluffy, raven-white feathers cascade down its shoulders and back, forming a half-cape that flutters in the slightest breeze.

The inner layer of the cross-collar was lined with a dark-colored tight-fitting garment that did not restrict movement. A wide silver-patterned jade belt was tied around the waist, and a bright red silk sash was tied diagonally at the side of the waist.

At the end hang several small silver bells and a teardrop-shaped jade pendant.

The entire garment stands out against the cool black and white tones with a splash of bright red, like a drop of cinnabar splattered on snow.

"Wear this."

Mu Tianmiao stuffed the clothes into her hands and gestured towards the carved wooden door in the corner.

"Go to the changing room inside."

Ye Jianling looked down at the pile of clothes in his arms and remained silent for a long while.

She's not stupid...

The embroidery on this outfit alone must have taken an unknown amount of time, and the spiritual energy fluctuations of those few raven-white feathers are made of genuine weapon-refining materials, not some imitation made of fabric...

Not to mention the teardrop-shaped jade pendant at her waist, which exudes a warm and pure spiritual energy, indicating it is definitely of high quality...

"This set..."

"Not expensive at all."

Mu Tianmiao waved his hand dismissively, laughing without a care in the world.

"Go change quickly."

Ye Jianling glanced at him again, but in the end, she still took the clothes and went into the changing room.

Ye Jianling pushed open the carved wooden door of the fitting room and walked out.

She admitted that this outfit was indeed better looking than the standard black uniform worn by Wanren Qianshan.

Even though she never cared about her appearance, she was still stunned for a moment when she saw herself in front of the fitting room mirror...

The person in the mirror is dressed in black with a white cloak, the ink wash effect is striking, feathers hang lightly from the shoulders, and a red sash around the waist burns like flames.

It was a kind of temperament she had never seen in herself before, still cold and aloof, but with an indescribable flavor.

She could still see the real difference.

However, after stepping out of the fitting room and looking around, I didn't see that grinning face.

Mu Tianmiao was not there.

Instead, it was the female disciples of the Immortal Shadow Sect who were picking out clothes around her who noticed her.

A female cultivator wearing a veil was the first to turn around. Her eyes lit up, and she took her companion's hand and walked over.

"Sister, your outfit is so beautiful!"

The female cultivator looked her up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised amazement.

"Did the young sect leader help you choose it? I knew it; only he could pull off this style."

"Are these real spirit feathers? They make you look so ethereal!"

"That red sash around her waist is amazing. Just that little bit of red brings her to life."

"Sister, your skin is so fair, this ink-wash style suits you perfectly. What do you usually wear?"

A cacophony of chatter surrounded her...

What... what is this feeling...? It's so strange... there's a... weird feeling...

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Ye Jianling frowned slightly. She wasn't used to being surrounded and talked to so closely, and she was even less used to being praised by so many people at the same time.

But she could sense that these female cultivators meant no harm; their eyes were sparkling, purely showing appreciation and admiration.

Just like the expressions that her junior brothers and sisters would have when they saw her unleash a beautiful sword move.

Then someone just picked him up and carried him.

A young female cultivator who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with her hair in two buns, had somehow squeezed next to her, wrapped her arms around her waist, and looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"Sister, you're so beautiful! Can I take a picture with you? I'll use the photo-taking stone!"