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

Jiang Yingxue stood in the vast ice field, surrounded by silent white snow, with only the whistling of the wind echoing in her ears.

She subconsciously took a few steps forward. The snow under her feet was very thick, and each step was heavy, making a crisp "crunching" sound when she stepped on it.

"Where is this place..." she muttered to herself, then raised her head and looked ahead. The snow-capped mountains in the distance were like the backs of giants. The mountain ranges were covered in snow, and the pointed peaks pierced the sky, like frozen gods.

Suddenly, a clear female voice came from a distance, breaking the silence: "Xue'er, come here."

Jiang Yingxue was stunned for a moment, her heart trembling slightly. In the silence around her, she seemed to only hear her own faint breathing.

"Who are you? Where are you going?" she asked subconsciously, her voice a little uncertain.

As the words fell, a flash of icy light suddenly pierced the silence above the snowy mountain before him, as if something was gathering in the air. As a gust of cold air swept over, a crystal-clear ice ladder appeared out of thin air on the mountain's cliffs, as if carved from countless pieces of ice and snow, pure and white.

Jiang Yingxue couldn't help but stop, her eyes fixed on the sudden ice ladder.

She wanted to ask something, but the voice sounded again, with an irresistible gentleness: "Climb up this ladder, and you'll know who I am when you get there. But this ladder is not easy to walk on. Every step will consume your spiritual energy. The higher you go, the more spiritual energy you will absorb, and the greater the divine pressure you will have to withstand. It will become increasingly difficult, and you may even give up halfway. Of course, if you want to give up, you can tell me at any time, and I can get you out immediately. But you won't have a chance to learn who I am."

Jiang Yingxue looked around. There were snow-capped mountains and icy plains. Add to that what had happened tonight and her empty wrist...

She looked up and said, "You are not Buzhou Sword, are you?"

Her voice was particularly clear in the empty snowfield, carrying a hint of puzzled tentativeness.

The other party was silent for a moment, then said: "It's a bit clever, but I didn't guess it right."

"Oh, could that be the former owner of the Buzhou Sword, the master who ascended to heaven?"

This time the other party fell into complete silence.

It seems I guessed right! It turns out the failure of the Buzhou Sword to recognize its master today was due to this master. So now I must behave better!

So she quickly pretended to be annoyed and said helplessly: "Sorry, sorry, I accidentally got the Buzhou Sword today. I was so happy that I couldn't help but let it occupy my mind. Now my mind is full of things about the Buzhou Sword."

Her tone was gentle and contained a hint of self-mockery, as if she had just realized her own carelessness, and a look of guilt appeared on her face.

"I've heard that the original owner of the Buzhou Sword was a man of unparalleled martial arts, elegant demeanor, and righteousness. Such a powerful person is truly admirable. If I could meet her in person and feel her charm..." Having said this, she deliberately paused, and a light light flashed in her eyes.

She tapped her head gently, looking both adorable and somewhat unsure, as if she suddenly realized her words had been too impulsive. She gave an apologetic smile, "Never mind, that master has already become an immortal. How could I possibly meet him? I was just daydreaming. Sorry, sorry."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked up at the ice ladder, her eyes gradually becoming determined. "In short, since Senior has sincerely invited me to go up, I will naturally go up. Once I get up, I will naturally know who you are."

I only heard the other end cough twice, and his tone was full of uncontrollable joy: "So, you really should come up and find out what's going on. Well, I'll wait for you up there, you better hold on and don't let me down."

"Good~"

Jiang Yingxue took a deep breath and walked towards the ice ladder. When she first stepped on it, her steps were light and graceful. The ice and snow beneath her feet were not slippery, but rather had a subtle sense of stability. Each step was as easy as stepping on clouds, and her spiritual power did not fluctuate at all.

Gradually, when she reached the middle of the ice ladder, the spiritual power in her body began to undergo subtle changes, as if it was being sucked away bit by bit by an invisible force, and her legs began to become heavy.

As she continued to climb, her spiritual power began to be rapidly consumed, and the coldness around her was biting, as if every gust of wind brought a chill that could cut her skin.

The increasingly powerful spiritual pressure made her breathing quicken and her chest feel tight, as if she were bound by layers of invisible shackles, becoming heavier and heavier as she walked. Each step became more difficult...

The familiar female voice sounded in my ears again: "If you want to give up, tell me, I can send you back to reality."

"No..." Jiang Yingxue gritted her teeth: "Don't give up... Come again..."

After saying that, she took another step and walked up.

Her muscles gradually tensed up, beads of sweat quietly slid down her forehead, and the cold and sweat mixed together, making her begin to lose consciousness. Her steps had become less steady, and occasionally she would sway a little, almost making her lose her balance.

The man continued, "Why don't you give up? Aren't you afraid that when you climb up, you'll find nothing there?"

Jiang Yingxue's lips turned pale, and she panted, "So what if it's nothing? I accept it. But if you give up halfway, I, Jiang Yingxue, won't accept it! Try again!"

She gritted her teeth and tried her best to regulate her breathing. Every step on the ice ladder became a huge challenge. The ice and snow under her feet seemed to have turned into sharp blades, tearing her body with every step. Blood oozed from the corners of her lips, but even so, she did not stop.

Later, the master seemed to say something to her, but she could no longer hear him, and her vision gradually blurred. She relied entirely on her last bit of willpower to reach the last step of the ice ladder.

When she finally stepped onto the last piece of ice, the world seemed to lose gravity in an instant, and everything around her began to spin rapidly and lose focus. Her eyes went dark, and she fell to the ground in the ice and snow.

With a thud, she fell to the ground. She gasped for breath and tried to open her eyes, but could only see a blur of light and shadow.

Just then, she vaguely saw a figure approaching her, their steps light and graceful, like a fairy descending to earth. The person was dressed in an ice-blue robe, the sleeves fluttering, as if their entire body had merged with the icy plain.

Is she the owner of the Buzhou Sword?

Jiang Yingxue wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the words were stuck in her chest and she couldn't make a sound.