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

Ziwei Xingjun shook his head. "Between heaven and earth, there exists a law of cause and effect. The Demon King's arrival is the way of nature, the destiny of the human world. Even we, the beings of the celestial realm, cannot easily interfere and must not violate this law of cause and effect. Only when the situation has reached a point of no return, with all living things on the verge of destruction, will the celestial realm intervene. Otherwise, arbitrary interference is not only a blasphemy against the laws of nature, but will also disrupt the balance of the world."

"Is that so..." Jiang Yingxue nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, the Demon King is about to appear, and you have obtained the Buzhou Sword at this critical juncture. Isn't this heaven's will?" Ziwei Xingjun smiled with satisfaction. "You are a cultivator to begin with, and now that you have obtained the Buzhou Sword, you should shoulder the responsibility of eliminating demons for the people, don't you think?"

"The important task of eliminating demons for the people?" Jiang Yingxue stood there in shock, her eyes wide and her expression frozen. "You want me to capture the Demon King!?"

She shook her head quickly. If she had known that letting the Buzhou Sword recognize its master would require getting rid of the Demon King, she would never have wanted this sword.

"Purple Star Lord," Jiang Yingxue's voice trembled slightly. She clenched her hands and swallowed hard, "You've also felt the spiritual power in my body. I'm only at the Golden Core stage. How can I...how can I fight the Demon King? Even if I had the Buzhou Sword, there are still masters in the Spiritual Transformation stage, the Void Refining stage, the Great Perfection stage, and even the Tribulation Crossing stage...I'm definitely not as strong as them."

Ziwei Xingjun nodded and said, "Yes, you do have a point. With your current level of cultivation, it's impossible to fight the Demon King. You can only exchange a few moves with his men."

Hearing this, Jiang Yingxue finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she was not asked to fight the demon king.

"So, how about this evening, I, the Star Lord, help you learn the 'Buzhou Sword Style' and then help you form your Nascent Soul and break through to the late Nascent Soul stage? Although I don't expect you to defeat the Demon King alone, at least, when that happens, you can lend a helping hand to your sect. Isn't that right?"

Jiang Yingxue: ???

"Tonight? One night? Breakthrough to the late Nascent Soul stage?" Jiang Yingxue laughed dryly and muttered, "OMG, I'm not really dreaming, am I? Could it be that I've developed paranoia from practicing the Buzhou Sword Style these days? It turns out that the saying "everything happens in dreams" is true..."

"Alright, Xue'er," Ziwei Xingjun reached out and tapped Jiang Yingxue's forehead. "This is indeed your dream, but I am indeed this Xingjun. I came into your dream personally."

Jiang Yingxue covered her forehead and frowned, "But breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage in one night, that's simply impossible."

"Normal people can't do that, but I'm a god. I can make you dream for ten years."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yingxue was a little panicked. Was he going to trap her in a dream for ten years?

Ziwei Xingjun simply said, "Literally."

After saying this, Ziwei Xingjun snapped his fingers, and the surrounding scene suddenly distorted violently, as if the world had been reshuffled in an instant. Jiang Yingxue's vision blurred for a moment, and the world before her disappeared in an instant, replaced by a new scene - they were no longer in the courtyard, but in the back mountain of Xianyun Sect where they practiced and meditated.

There was a light mist all around, the air was cool and quiet, and the bamboo forest in the mountains swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Her gaze involuntarily turned to Ziwei Xingjun. She looked calm, stretched out one hand, and gently spread it out. A long sword exactly the same as the Buzhou Sword suddenly appeared in her palm.

"There's no time." Ziwei Xingjun's voice sounded again: "Come, I will teach you the remaining moves of the Buzhou Sword first."

Although Jiang Yingxue was still a little confused, she followed Ziwei Xingjun to practice based on the principle that learning is useless.

Here, with abundant spiritual energy all around, Jiang Yingxue couldn't even sense the passage of time and could only concentrate on practicing sword with Ziwei Xingjun.

Jiang Yingxue concentrated on imitating the movements of Ziwei Xingjun.

With every swing of her sword, she could feel the sword energy coursing through her entire body, as if every inch of her skin, every bone, became one with the sword's will. The moves were no longer simply movements, but a manifestation of a state of mind. Her sword traced clear arcs through the air, and the sword energy exploded like thunder, instantly condensing the surrounding spiritual energy into a massive vortex.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning. Her movements became more and more skillful, and each sword move became smooth and natural, as if it had been tempered a thousand times.

At first, her body would always feel tired from the intense training, even starting to feel weak, but soon, Ziwei Xingjun used his immortal magic to nourish her soul and restore her strength. With each sword swing, Jiang Yingxue could feel the flow of spiritual energy, and her swordsmanship became more and more proficient, as if she had reached a state of selflessness.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally mastered all the moves of the Buzhou Sword Style.

However, Ziwei Star Lord did not give her any chance to breathe. He immediately asked her to sit cross-legged and meditate with him, and practice to break through the infant stage.

Jiang Yingxue has completely lost her sense of time, and her body and mind seem to have merged into this boundless world of cultivation.

She had long forgotten how she had gone from being confused and overwhelmed at the beginning to becoming increasingly determined and focused. All the days passed quietly under the guidance of Ziwei Xingjun, day after day, year after year.

The whole process seemed like an endless river. How long had it been?

One year? Two years?

No, maybe five years, ten years...

Countless days and nights have passed in her dreams, without a single moment of rest. The boundaries between day and night have long been blurred...

At some point, Jiang Yingxue felt the fluctuations of her spiritual energy become extremely intense, and the golden elixir in her dantian was experiencing a tearing vibration. The stinging pain seemed to spread from her bone marrow, like thousands of sharp blades piercing her limbs and bones, as if every bone was groaning miserably.

Her breathing was rapid, her body seemed to be crushed by the tremendous pressure, sweat dripped down her forehead, her face was pale as paper, and her lips were slightly purple.

Her body and soul seemed to be struggling between the two, but she did not give up. Instead, she forced herself to suppress the pain churning in her body, biting her lower lip tightly, trying to remain calm.

Ziwei Xingjun said to Jiang Yingxue, "Xue'er, don't open your eyes. Grit your teeth and hold on. You're about to advance directly to the late Nascent Soul stage. You'll be subjected to several thunderbolts. But don't be afraid. This remnant of my soul will become a protective shield to protect your body. So, you must hold on."

Star Lord...

Jiang Yingxue really wanted to say something to her, or at least say goodbye politely...but she knew that she couldn't slack off at this moment, as any small movement might ruin all her efforts.

In desperation, she had to grit her teeth and continue to break through.