Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"I never imagined that the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect would be in such a miserable state as the monks of the Shaolin Temple. It seems I need to reconsider whether I should stay."

As Duan Zhengchun ate his bland meal, he flipped through the notes of precepts in his hand, his brows furrowing more and more, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He could barely accept all the other precepts, but he couldn't convince himself to accept the precept against sexual misconduct.

Not only are they forbidden from getting married and having children, but they're even severely punished for just glancing at a woman. How can anyone do this? We're all young men full of vigor, not eunuchs!

Duan Zhengchun could not agree with this, so while Lin Zhiyuan and the other man were building a thatched hut not far away, he threw the disciplinary manual down the cliff and then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Speaking of food, he has lost his appetite. Since the day he was reborn, he has not eaten any meat. Every day he eats only plain rice and vegetables, which taste like cardboard.

After barely managing to eat half a full meal, Duan Zhengchun leaned lazily against a rock, closed his eyes, and pondered, recalling the sword moves and styles of the number one swordsman in the East.

Although he had practiced for a whole day, he still couldn't grasp the essence of it and couldn't do it with ease, feeling that something was missing.

No wonder this sword technique can only be practiced by successive sect leaders; it is indeed profound, exquisite, and beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After a long while, Lin Zhiyuan and his companion finished building the thatched hut and came closer, wiping the sweat from their brows.

"Senior brother, the thatched hut has been built. You can rest inside for the next few days. Once you get through this month, you can go down the mountain and go back."

Lin Zhiyuan said with a smile as he cleared away the dishes.

"Understood, thank you both."

Duan Zhengchun waved his hand and said casually.

"By the way, Master told me to ask my senior brother how much of what he taught you today he has grasped?"

Lin Zhiyuan asked another question.

Duan Zhengchun frowned, opened his eyes to look at Lin Zhiyuan, and said helplessly, "Go back and tell him that I am still trying to understand its mysteries, but I will definitely master it in less than seven days!"

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, saying nothing more. He turned and left with his junior brother, unaware that the book of precepts had already been thrown off the cliff by Duan Zhengchun.

After the footsteps faded into the distance, Duan Zhengchun slowly opened his eyes, gazed at the starry sky, and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, he didn't know if he could master the number one sword technique in the East within seven days.

I always felt that there was an invisible and intangible membrane between him and the essence of this sword technique, which he could never break through.

Duan Zhengchun, who was engrossed in his meditation, suddenly had the image of the white-clad woman dancing with a sword in his dream reappear in his mind.

Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun suddenly became very curious. He slowly got up, turned his head to look at the steep mountain in front of him, and directly used the Golden Goose Skill to leap up!

The old Taoist priest had said that on the other side of this mountain peak was another entrance to the Tomb of the Living Dead. Since he had nothing better to do, he wanted to go and see the legendary Little Dragon Girl.

But he soon slipped down. The mountain was too steep, and there was nowhere to get a foothold. He would slip every time he needed to change his weight.

So he tried again using his own lightness skill, but each time he climbed halfway up, he would slip and fall again, and if he was not careful, he would fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces!

Although he could choose to go down the mountain and bypass the peak from the other side, that would inevitably pass by Chongyang Palace. If he were discovered by the disciples of the sect, it would cause trouble, since Qiu Chuji claimed to be reflecting on his mistakes at Chaomu Cliff.

If someone sees him, those old Taoist priests will find another excuse to cause him trouble.

Just as he was at a loss and about to give up, Duan Zhengchun suddenly remembered the superior lightness skill that his son Duan Yu had learned in the mountain cave, Lingbo Weibu!

After his son returned to Dali, he told him the secret formula of Lingbo Weibu. So he immediately began to practice Lingbo Weibu based on his memory!

This training session lasted all night.

The next day, Lin Zhiyuan brought Duan Zhengchun food and tea as usual. Duan Zhengchun acted as if nothing had happened and practiced his sword in front of Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't see anything wrong and assumed that Duan Zhengchun was just studying hard every day. After returning home, he told Qiu Chuji everything he had seen.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Duan Zhengchun's mind was completely focused on how to cross the mountain peaks to find Xiaolongnu.

That night, when no one was around, Duan Zhengchun once again used the Golden Goose Skill, leaping towards the mountain peak. Just as he was about to slide down, he immediately used the Lingbo Step!

Duan Zhengchun's figure instantly transformed into a blur, darting and weaving on the cliff like a gecko, finally stopping his slide! His movements were unpredictable and incredibly swift!

Before long, Duan Zhengchun easily climbed the mountain peak and landed steadily on the ground. He turned his head and glanced at the bottomless cliff behind him. Duan Zhengchun smiled with satisfaction and headed straight for the other side of the mountain peak, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Persistence pays off. After searching for a long time, Duan Zhengchun finally discovered another entrance to the Tomb of the Living Dead, and found that there was another stone tablet standing near the entrance of the ancient tomb.

Knowing that he had finally found the gate to the Ancient Tomb Sect, Duan Zhengchun was overjoyed and quietly hid in the bushes, waiting for Xiaolongnu to appear.

But perhaps because it was getting late, as time went by, no one came out. Duan Zhengchun's mood gradually changed from joy to disappointment.

Even when he used his internal energy to listen to the sounds inside the cave, he couldn't hear anything; it seemed as if there was no one inside at all.

Just then, his stomach suddenly growled, and a feeling of hunger quickly overwhelmed him.

These past few days, due to his training, his appetite has increased. However, he usually eats only simple, coarse food, which is already difficult to swallow, let alone eat his fill.

Just as he was wondering what to eat, he suddenly discovered a grove of locust trees near the entrance of the ancient tomb, with many beehives hanging on the tree trunks.

"Honey?! That's great! If we don't have any meat, honey is a good alternative!"

Duan Zhengchun muttered something to himself, glanced at the empty entrance to the ancient tomb, leaped down, and disappeared into the locust grove. He tiptoed toward the nearest beehive.

But just as Duan Zhengchun reached out and scooped some honey from the honeycomb and put it in his mouth, before he could even savor it, a swarm of honeybees suddenly rushed toward him!

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun hurriedly waved his arm to try to drive the bees away, but he accidentally broke the beehive. This was a disaster, as even more bees swarmed in, a dark mass, and stung him with excruciating pain!

Left with no other choice, Duan Zhengchun glanced at the beehive reluctantly, then turned and ran away!

Because Duan Zhengchun's fingers and lips were stained with honey, the enraged swarm of bees followed the scent relentlessly, chasing him all the way out of the locust forest and into the deep mountains.

Just after Duan Zhengchun left, a strange-looking old woman quickly walked out of the ancient tomb, looked around the locust grove, and then immediately ran back into the ancient tomb.

"Girl, someone is stealing honey!"

Duan Zhengchun had been waiting for so long without seeing anyone emerge from the ancient tomb. After being chased away by the swarm of bees, someone finally appeared inside, but they just missed him.

On the other side, Duan Zhengchun hid behind a rock, glanced back, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the swarm of bees had finally stopped chasing him.

By this time, his face was covered in several large welts from bee stings, which were both painful and itchy. In order to eat a bite of honey to satisfy his hunger, he was chased by the swarm of bees for almost two miles. If he hadn't been quick enough, he probably wouldn't have been able to shake them off.

He failed to steal honey and almost ruined his face, getting a big welt on his lip from the sting.

And having run so far, I'm even hungrier now.

Duan Zhengchun gave a wry smile, then reluctantly got up. It was almost dawn, and he decided to go back to his thatched hut first.

However, after walking a short distance, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the bushes not far away, and then saw a living creature slip out of the bushes.

"pheasant?!"

Duan Zhengchun's eyes lit up, he exclaimed in surprise, and immediately gave chase.

A moment later, Duan Zhengchun had found a sheltered spot, built a campfire, and roasted the plucked pheasant on a branch...