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

"Buzhou Sword Style" is an ice-attributed sword technique. Jiang Yingxue naturally knew that it would be great for her to practice this sword technique.

But she still pretended to be embarrassed, lowered her eyelids slightly, and said hesitantly: "Master, I can't do this, this is not good..."

Her voice was deliberately lowered, with a hint of refusal, and she seemed really reluctant.

Seeing this, Wan Jinan waved his hand firmly and said, "Hey, what's wrong with that? Just take it if I tell you to. Don't talk nonsense and practice well. If you don't understand something, come to me again, okay?" After saying that, he straightened his posture, straightened his back, folded his hands behind his back, and put on a serious look, looking like a role model for a teacher.

Jiang Yingxue stole a glance at her master, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, but then she faltered, sighed softly, and bowed reluctantly, saying, "Okay, since Master insists on this, Xue'er will accept it. But let me make it clear first, practice is one thing, but success is another. Don't expect too much from me."

Wan Jinan nodded. "Well, your senior brother couldn't even get past the third move, so I didn't expect you to be any better. I just thought, since you don't want to go on missions for the next month, you might as well practice your swordsmanship."

Jiang Yingxue's eyes lit up slightly, and she slowly took the sword manual and said calmly but politely, "In that case, Xue'er thanks Master."

But when she returned to her room and closed the door, she was so excited that she almost screamed.

"I'm rich, I'm rich! I actually got the 'Buzhou Sword Style'!"

The Buzhou Sword Style is a sword technique that even the male and female protagonists can't understand. Now that I have it, I must learn it thoroughly. And since I have a top-grade ice spirit root, learning this should be the perfect fit.

So for the next month, Jiang Yingxue almost completely disappeared from everyone's sight. Every morning, she would quietly sneak into the mountains, find a remote place, and begin to practice the "Buzhou Sword Style" hard.

Deep in the valley, surrounded by lush pines and steep cliffs, the morning mist hung thick and shrouded her, the world beneath her, like a cloud. A stream gurgled, birds chirped, and she was alone in the empty valley, longsword in hand, repeatedly practicing the rise and fall of her sword techniques with focused perseverance, rarely stopping, day or night.

A month later, Wan Jinan gathered everyone in the main hall.

"Over the past month, I have given you ample time to recuperate and cultivate on your own. I believe you have all made some progress in your studies, right?"

Everyone nodded when they heard this, and Jiang Yingxue, who was just following the crowd, also nodded when she saw this.

"Alright! For the past month, everyone has come to me for swordsmanship advice, except you, Jiang Yingxue. You haven't even come to me once. Every time I've tried to check on your progress, I've been unable to find you. Now that you've agreed, how's your Buzhou Sword Style going?"

Because of her good foundation and high talent, Jiang Yingxue had been practicing faster than others since she was young. Moreover, she had been practicing secretly, so she had no idea what the normal people's practice level was.

Senior Brother had been unable to break through the third form of the Buzhou Sword Style, but I've already reached it after a month of practice. If I want to continue pretending to be weak, I certainly can't be honest. So why not just say I've mastered the first form? A month to master the first form, that's pretty normal, right?

Jiang Yingxue's head raced, she frowned and said nothing.

Wan Jinan said impatiently, "Don't tell me you haven't practiced at all... I didn't let you do the mission because you knew how to practice."

"I've practiced..." Jiang Yingxue paused slightly, then slowly raised her eyes and said in a slightly humble tone, "I'm incompetent. I only learned the first move in a month."

"What!?" Wan Jin'an's face was instantly filled with surprise, and even his voice rose a few notches. He stared in disbelief, looking Jiang Yingxue up and down. "No matter how diligently an ordinary person practices, it would take two months to master the first move. And you've already mastered the first move by self-studying the sword manual!? How is that possible? And you still claim to be incompetent?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yingxue frowned. Damn it. Had she exaggerated? Could normal people be this slow? When she'd read the original novel, she hadn't paid attention to the hero and heroine's training time. It was so briefly mentioned in the book that she had no idea.

Just as Jiang Yingxue was feeling distressed, Wan Jin'an said with satisfaction, "Oh, my disciple is incredible! He learned the first move in just one month, even faster than your senior brother learned the Buzhou Sword Style. He's also a self-taught master. I'm very pleased. It seems I was right to give you a month. You're getting more and more excited about the sect competition!"

The corners of Jiang Yingxue's lips twitched slightly. "Haha, I, your disciple, have only barely mastered the first move after practicing day and night. Master, please don't have too high expectations. Let's talk about Senior Brother. How is your new sword manual going?"

"Not bad." Yan Chuan, who was always calm, smiled slightly at this moment and nodded, "As expected, the Guiyuan Sword Manual is more suitable for me than the Buzhou Sword Style."

"Is that so? Senior Brother is indeed the hope of our First Peak. Whether or not we succeed in the sect competition depends entirely on you." Jiang Yingxue quickly changed the subject away from herself and looked at Chu Ying and Cen Yizi: "What about you two?"

A flicker of gratitude flashed across Chu Ying's eyes, and she said with a hint of pride, "We're practicing Earth-level sword techniques, but our main goal is to hone our skills with the natal sword you helped us obtain. Yingxue, it's all thanks to you for helping us find such a powerful weapon!"

With that, she gently touched the Red Lotus Sword at her waist, her fingertips slowly sliding along the blade, as if touching some incredible power. Her gaze fixed, she unsheathed the sword, and with a flick of the blade, a cluster of red sword energy suddenly ignited, a dazzling flame emanating from the blade's edge. The sword's power alone caused the air to distort slightly, and a scorching breath rushed towards her.

"Look, I only need to casually swipe this Red Lotus Sword to ignite a fiery sword energy. Before I even exert any real strength, I can already feel the pressure of the sword's will around me. It's quite powerful!"

As Chu Ying finished speaking, Cen Yizhi followed suit, "Yes, my Qingfeng Ming Sword is also like that. Although it may seem ordinary, its wind attribute is very compatible with my spiritual roots." With that, Cen Yizhi gently raised his fingertips, combined them, and elegantly slashed through the air. A faint wind blade suddenly appeared around them. The wind blade was invisible, but it carried an unparalleled murderous aura, and a faint swirling air appeared.

He continued with emotion, "So the Qingfeng Mingjian isn't just a sword. As long as I mobilize my spiritual energy, it can split into countless wind blades for me to wield. Currently, I can split into eight wind blades that disappear into the air."