Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Someone! Quickly go and inform the sect leader!"

"How could he be injured like this?!"

Amid the commotion, the severely injured Duan Zhengchun lay on a stretcher, dazed, as several people gently lifted him onto a couch. An elder in a gray robe gave orders while examining Duan Zhengchun's injuries.

He vaguely remembered that he was injured by Murong Fu on Shaoshi Mountain because he was anxious to save his son, but he was clearly not that badly injured.

Soon a group of people dressed in Taoist robes rushed into the room, surrounded the other young man, and bombarded him with questions.

The young man patiently explained to everyone, his words filled with worry and guilt.

A moment later, the gray-robed elder who was in charge of examining the injuries shook his head, stood up, and slowly walked to the side with a solemn expression.

"Senior Uncle Hao, how badly is Junior Brother injured? Is there any hope for him?!"

Upon seeing this, the young man pushed through the crowd and immediately stepped forward to inquire with concern.

The gray-robed elder sighed, "The situation is not optimistic. He is severely injured, his dantian is almost completely destroyed, and his breathing is weak. Even if he can be saved, he will probably be a cripple for the rest of his life..."

Upon hearing this, the young man turned to look at Duan Zhengchun again, a meaningful expression flashing across his face.

The other disciples whispered among themselves, discussing amongst themselves, all seemingly at a loss.

"Uh..."

In a daze, Duan Zhengchun finally struggled to open his eyes, and immediately felt a heart-wrenching pain spreading throughout his body.

"Junior brother, you're finally awake!"

Upon seeing this, the young man rushed forward first, grabbed Duan Zhengchun's hand, and spoke with a tearful voice and a face full of concern.

Duan Zhengchun opened his blurry eyes and reached out to stroke the young man's cheek. "My dear son, is that you? Are you alright? Did Murong Fu hurt you? Is the battle over?!"

Duan Zhengchun rubbed his blurry eyes, trying to make out the young man's appearance, because this genuine concern reminded him so much of his only son, Duan Yu.

But when the young man heard his words, he suddenly froze, and his face turned noticeably ugly.

The people around him fell silent after hearing his first words, their faces filled with surprise.

After seeing everything clearly, Duan Zhengchun immediately sensed something was wrong. He subconsciously let go and stepped back, looking at the unfamiliar young man in front of him, and asked in confusion, "You're not my son! Who are you?!"

Upon hearing this, the young stranger visibly frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. Anyone would feel uncomfortable being called "son" so casually.

"Junior brother, it seems you are indeed badly injured! You don't even recognize me?! I am your senior brother!"

The young man forced a smile and answered softly.

Before Duan Zhengchun could continue speaking, the gray-robed elder beside him quickly stepped forward, glanced at him, and asked with concern, "Zhiping, how are you feeling?"

Duan Zhengchun looked at the unfamiliar young man, then at the unfamiliar gray-robed elder, and his heart tightened. He quickly turned his head to look for his son Duan Yu, but soon found himself in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by Taoist priests!

He was clearly fighting Murong Fu on Shaoshi Mountain, how did he end up here?! What happened?!

"Junior brother, have you really forgotten what happened?"

The young man stared intently into Duan Zhengchun's eyes and tentatively asked another question.

Duan Zhengchun sized up the young man and said with displeasure, "Judging from your age, you're not much older than my son. It wouldn't be wrong for you to call me uncle, would it? Why do you keep calling me junior brother?!"

"Where am I? Why am I here?!"

At this moment, he had already concluded that this was no longer Shaoshi Mountain!

Faced with Duan Zhengchun's nonsense, the young man frowned again and glanced at the gray-robed elder beside him.

But then Duan Zhengchun seemed to suddenly remember something, looked the young man up and down, and hesitated before asking, "What's your mother's name?"

For a fleeting moment, a bold idea popped into his mind.

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun directly ask for his mother's name, the young man instantly showed a hint of displeasure and shouted, "It seems you are indeed seriously injured! You're already talking nonsense as soon as you wake up!"

Hearing the young man's answer, Duan Zhengchun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his guess was wrong. He had originally thought that this young man was another debt of love that he owed from back then.

The gray-robed elder beside him shook his head helplessly again and sighed, slowly saying, "It seems he has not only lost all his power, but is also mentally unstable, and can't even remember who he is..."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun immediately said, "I am Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali Kingdom! Who exactly are you?! Where is this place?!"

"What is your purpose in bringing me here?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned once again.

"This king?! And the Dali Kingdom?!"

"Looks like he's really gone mad..."

"Has he really gone mad? How pitiful..."

At this moment, it seemed that everyone believed the gray-robed elder's words and began to discuss among themselves.

But Duan Zhengchun frowned even more as he looked at the chattering crowd in front of him, completely baffled.

Moreover, he sensed something unusual in the depths of the young man's eyes, and his years of experience in the underworld told him that it was a dangerous signal!

"The Dali Kingdom was destroyed ten years ago, so where is there any Zhennan King left?!"

Just then, a strong and powerful voice rang out from outside the door.

"Headmaster!"

Upon hearing the words, everyone immediately bowed respectfully towards the door.

Duan Zhengchun also turned his head to look curiously.

An elderly man with an air of otherworldly wisdom walked in slowly, holding a whisk. He looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was half-reclining on the couch, with a complicated expression. He had heard the entire conversation from outside the door.

"And who are you?! How dare you curse the fate of my Dali Kingdom!"

"Where is my son? Where are the other martial arts figures from the Central Plains?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at the old man who had been scrutinizing him since he entered the room and asked loudly. In this unfamiliar place, he had already regarded everyone as an enemy!

Seeing Duan Zhengchun's reaction, everyone present was once again at a loss, and couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

"If he can't even remember his own master, what else could he be but madness?"

Seeing everyone around him staring at him like he was an idiot, Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes and subconsciously clenched his fists, but found that he couldn't muster any strength, which seemed to be related to his injuries.

He seems to be seriously injured! But it was definitely not Murong Fu who injured him!

It's an internal injury! Not a sword wound!

The old man slowly approached, looked at Duan Zhengchun seriously, and said softly, "You have never been married, so how could you have a son? Moreover, as a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, you should abide by the precepts. If you really have a son, wouldn't you be breaking the precept against lust?!"

"My name is Qiu Chuji, and I am your master! Your name is Yin Zhiping. You grew up in Zhongnan Mountain and have been following me for many years. You are a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen School and were originally intended to be the future of the Quanzhen School..."

"Do you remember now?"

In the end, Qiu Chuji shook his head and sighed helplessly, his words filled with resentment.

[The Quanzhen Sect?! Yin Zhiping?! Qiu Chuji?!]

[This isn't Shaoshi Mountain, it's Zhongnan Mountain?!]

Duan Zhengchun frowned, secretly gathering his inner energy as he earnestly said, "Daoist, you've probably mistaken me for someone else. My name isn't Yin Zhiping, it's Duan Zhengchun. I'm from Dali, the Prince of Zhennan of the Dali Kingdom! The Emperor of Dali is my elder brother!"

"Who ordered you to arrest me? Murong Fu?! Or Ding Chunqiu?!"

He didn't remember what happened at all, only vaguely remembering that he should have been on Shaoshi Mountain, where his son Duan Yu was fighting with Murong Fu. He had intervened to save him in a critical situation, but was injured by Murong Fu instead.

Moreover, he had never heard of a sect in the martial arts world called Quanzhen Sect.

He also couldn't believe that the Dali Kingdom had been destroyed.

Qiu Chuji looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was spouting nonsense, and felt a little helpless. He could only turn to the gray-robed elder and walk to the side with him, and said softly, "Junior Brother Hao, is his skill really completely ruined?"

The gray-robed elder nodded and said, "It's absolutely true. It's a miracle that you survived! And it looks like you've also suffered a brain injury; you must have been quite traumatized."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji's expression became even more solemn. He turned to look at Duan Zhengchun, who looked completely bewildered, and a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.

"What's going on?!"

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Chuji suddenly turned to look at the young man and asked in a cold voice.

The young man snapped out of his daze, quickly bowed, and said, "This disciple was ordered by the sect leader to travel with Junior Brother Yin and the other disciples to the northern desert to investigate the Jiaolong Gang. However, we did not expect that the Jiaolong Gang was so cunning that they had already discovered us and secretly sent a large number of experts to attack us."

"We had initially gained the upper hand with the combined efforts of Junior Brother Yin and me, but Junior Brother Yin suddenly fainted and was severely injured by the enemy!"

"I fought with all my might to save Junior Brother Yin. Fortunately, I did not fail in my mission and successfully brought him back."

"It's a pity that Junior Brother Yin ended up like this after suffering such a severe injury. Alas..."

Duan Zhengchun listened carefully to the conversation between the three men, his expression growing increasingly solemn. He had initially thought he was being deceived, but judging from their appearance and words, everything seemed to be true.

Did I really die in the great battle at Shaoshi Mountain?!

But what is it now? A resurrection?! No... a reincarnation?! No, that's not right either...

Am I really some kind of Yin Zhiping?!

After hearing the young man's answer, Qiu Chuji frowned, turned to look at Duan Zhengchun again with a helpless expression, and slowly said, "Treating the injuries is the priority. It's good that you came back alive. I'll leave the rest to you, Junior Brother Hao."

"He's not in his right mind right now, so we have people watching him day and night to make sure nothing goes wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji shook his head helplessly and left, ordering all his disciples to also withdraw.

The young man gave Duan Zhengchun a meaningful look, then followed Qiu Chuji away slowly, a sly glint flashing in his eyes once again.

Duan Zhengchun sat blankly on the couch, looking at the gray-robed elder who was treating his injuries, and slowly asked, "What's the name of the young man who saved me?"

The gray-robed elder paused for a moment, then casually said, "He's your senior brother, but not the sect leader's direct disciple. His name is Zhao Zhijing. It seems you really have forgotten everything..."

【Zhao Zhijing?! What an unfamiliar name!】

Duan Zhengchun pressed on, "Is my name really Yin Zhiping?!"

The gray-robed elder nodded firmly and said, "How could it be false? I practically watched you grow up."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun fell completely silent.

He knew absolutely nothing about the name Yin Zhiping; was he treacherous or wicked? Good or bad? He had no way of knowing.

Everything that just happened feels like a dream!

But he was almost certain of one thing: the person who claimed to be his senior brother was not pure of heart! At the very least, he harbored deep hostility towards him!

His intuition is always very accurate!

However, his immediate priority is to figure out what exactly is going on!

...

Midnight (11:00-11:00).

Qiu Chuji sat alone in the quiet room, his eyes slightly closed, his mind replaying the crazy words his beloved disciple had uttered in front of everyone that day.

Since the death of their master Wang Chongyang, the sect's power has split into seven branches. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen have each branched out and recruited many disciples. Although they are from the same sect, they cannot avoid open and covert struggles with each other, and they are all secretly vying for the position of the next sect leader.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the Quanzhen School has gradually declined in recent years and is no longer as prosperous as it once was.

The annual martial arts tournament in the sect will be held in March. Originally, he planned to recommend his first disciple, Yin Zhiping, as the head of the third generation of disciples. However, who would have thought that his most capable disciple, Yin Zhiping, would be seriously injured during a training session, his dantian destroyed, and all his power lost. He would be no different from a cripple in the future.

Thinking of this, Qiu Chuji sighed again, recalling his previous disciple, Yang Kang, whom he had thought could bring glory to the sect.

His two most prized disciples, one died because he went astray, and the other became a cripple. He couldn't help but wonder if he had committed some sin in his past life.

"Sect Leader! Something terrible has happened! Senior Brother Yin is trying to sneak down the mountain and is currently attempting to pass the trials, injuring many of his fellow disciples!"

Just then, an anxious shout came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji was stunned, and then immediately got up and rushed outside excitedly.

"Wasn't it said that his dantian was destroyed and he was now a cripple?!"

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