The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

The woman in blue walked over to Jiang Yingxue, then squatted down and gently stroked her forehead: "Child, you are great."

Before she finished speaking, the woman gently waved her sleeves, and in an instant, powerful spiritual power surged into Jiang Yingxue's body like a tide.

The spiritual energy, carrying an incomparably clear power, flowed into her meridians like a trickle of water, swift and turbulent. Her once heavy body instantly regained vitality, and the spiritual power spread out, taking away all her fatigue and weakness.

Gradually, Jiang Yingxue's vision became clear and she was finally able to speak.

She stood up and saw the woman in blue looking at her with a bright smile. Behind her was a huge palace. The palace was carved from ice and snow, and it was crystal clear. The woman clasped her hands towards Jiang Yingxue and said, "Xue'er, come in with me."

Jiang Yingxue didn't hesitate and hurriedly followed.

Although the palace was magnificent, it was empty, without even a single person in sight.

Jiang Yingxue couldn't help but ask: "Senior, may I ask where this is..."

The woman in blue smiled slightly, her eyes as gentle as water: "This is your dream. As for this palace, I just built it casually."

She said lightly: "If you don't like it, it's okay, I can change to another place." As soon as she finished speaking, she stretched out her slender fingers and snapped them.

Following that resounding sound, the surrounding scene suddenly shifted dramatically. The once crystal-clear ice palace began to rapidly distort. Ice walls, icicles, and palace lanterns faded one by one, transforming into a blur of light and shadow, replaced by a unique garden.

The courtyard was shaded by green trees, adorned with vibrant flowers, a pond with rippling water, and towering rockery. She was momentarily stunned by the posture of the flowers and plants, the layout of the stone benches, and the pavilions.

"Isn't this my home?" Jiang Yingxue looked around the courtyard in surprise. It was exactly the same as the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery's Mansion.

"Yes, it's based on the scenery of your home." After saying this, the woman sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard. "Let me introduce myself. My name is An Man, and I am the current Purple Star God."

"Ziwei Xingjun? Oh my god, then I must have seen a god!? I'm so lucky~" Jiang Yingxue's face was full of joy: "But why did you come into my dream?"

Ziwei Xingjun chuckled twice. "That's because I want to help you get the Buzhou Sword to recognize its master. I have no choice. Although my sword is powerful, it has a bad temper. Otherwise, it wouldn't have allowed itself to drift for a thousand years. It's not a sword that is willing to recognize its master casually. But this time, I finally encountered someone with a top-grade ice spirit root and who has learned the 'Buzhou Sword Style'. I don't want it to miss such a good opportunity."

Jiang Yingxue looked shy: "So... Ziwei Xingjun recognizes me and wants to help me find my master?"

"Yes, but the Buzhou Sword only recognizes those with perseverance. That's why I set up a ladder to test you." She raised her chin slightly and looked at Jiang Yingxue with deep eyes: "Congratulations, you passed the test. Now, you try to make the Buzhou Sword recognize you as your master."

After saying that, Ziwei Star Lord handed the Buzhou Sword to Jiang Yingxue.

Jiang Yingxue nodded, bit her finger, and dripped blood onto the sword. She had thought this was just a common ceremony of recognizing the master, but the moment the blood bead touched the sword, the sword trembled slightly, and Jiang Yingxue felt an extremely strong wave transmitted from the hilt, as if the entire world was shaking.

Her body instantly felt an immensely heavy pressure, as if a tremendous force was mercilessly tearing at every inch of her skin. Her spiritual energy was rapidly drained, and her limbs were almost numb. The force was incredibly powerful, like a raging torrent, crashing against her in wave after wave, threatening to drown her.

Jiang Yingxue was caught off guard. Her chest felt tight, a sweet and fishy taste surged up her throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing onto the cold sword.

This is really weird, why is it so difficult for this sword to recognize its owner?

Ziwei Xingjun brought a cup of tea from somewhere and sipped it while saying, "The Buzhou Sword is domineering. To make it recognize its master, one must endure pressure that ordinary people cannot bear. However, since you can pass my test just now, I believe you can endure the pain of recognizing your master now. And you need to be more assertive towards this Buzhou Sword."

Jiang Yingxue forced a wry smile: "Okay... I'll try..."

She closed her eyes, one hand tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, the other forming a seal, enduring the intense pain and muttering a spell. After a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes: "Buzhou Sword, I command you to recognize me as your master!"

At this moment, the sword suddenly changed. The icy cold air instantly became warm, as if a gentle air current came from the sword, gently enveloping Jiang Yingxue's whole body. The violent impact gradually subsided, the force was no longer so oppressive, and her body gradually regained some freedom.

Jiang Yingxue gasped, as if reborn, her hands trembling slightly. She lowered her head and stared at the sword. The blade became as smooth as jade, and a faint light flickered on the hilt in response to her.

Finally, a profound connection developed between the sword and her. Jiang Yingxue felt an inexplicable power surge from the sword into her body, flowing through her meridians like a spring. Her entire body gradually regained its vitality, and the pain and fatigue disappeared without a trace, as if they had evaporated.

She looked up at Ziwei Xingjun and said with a smile, "Did I succeed?"

Ziwei Xingjun nodded: "Yes."

After saying this, she put down the tea in her hand and said, "It seems that the Buzhou Sword also likes you as its new master. Before I ascended to heaven, I placed a wisp of my soul within the sword. I just didn't expect that this wait would last for a thousand years."

Ziwei Xingjun sighed slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face. "When I ascended to heaven, the thing I couldn't let go of the most was this sword. I thought it would never find a new owner. I didn't expect that at this critical moment, I would meet someone like you. I guess this is also God's will."

Jiang Yingxue sensed the inexplicable heaviness in the other person's words, so she frowned and asked, "What is this critical moment you are talking about?"

Ziwei Xingjun's expression suddenly turned serious. She gently raised her hand and pointed her fingertips at the air, as if tearing open an invisible curtain. Then she and Jiang Yingxue unfolded a catastrophe: "We, the Star Gods, have jointly foreseen that the King of All Monsters will soon descend upon the world. If the King of Monsters were to emerge, the consequences would be unimaginable. There would be turmoil throughout the world, and countless lives would be devastated. I'm afraid the world cannot bear it."

Jiang Yingxue stared at the tragic scene in the picture and couldn't help swallowing: "So this prophecy was predicted by you? Then I have a question!" Jiang Yingxue quickly raised her hand.

"You said."

"After the Demon King appeared, why couldn't you immortals just descend to the mortal world and deal with it?"