Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Let's discuss this matter later. Master Guo must be tired after traveling all this way. Go and rest for a while."

Upon hearing Guo Jing's words, Qiu Chuji smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and slowly stood up.

"Alright."

Guo Jing nodded in agreement, not noticing anything amiss.

"Master Guo, I have long heard of your illustrious reputation and know that your martial arts combine the strengths of several schools and are unfathomable. Now that we have met today, may I ask to learn a few moves from you?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and stopped Duan Zhengchun, who was about to leave, and said slowly.

"Zhiping, don't be rude!"

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but frown.

"I didn't expect Master Yin to be a martial arts enthusiast. But fists and feet have no eyes. What if we hurt each other? Wouldn't that damage our harmony?"

Guo Jing didn't seem to care, but he said something with some concern.

"It's just a friendly spar. If Master Guo is worried about hurting our feelings, how about we settle it with one move?"

Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Oh? Just one move? Very well, Master Yin, what do you want to compete in? Fists and kicks or weapons?"

Guo Jing didn't refuse and asked in a forthright manner.

"I've heard that Master Guo's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are a true inheritance from Elder Hong, and he's already unparalleled in the world. How about we compare our palm techniques?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said something without thinking.

Upon hearing that Duan Zhengchun was going to challenge the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, both Qiu Chuji and Duan Zhengchun were taken aback, especially Qiu Chuji, whose brows instantly showed a hint of worry.

"Alright, just one move. Brother Yin, watch closely!"

After a moment's hesitation, Guo Jing smiled and nodded, having already decided to use only 50% of his strength when he made his move.

Duan Zhengchun didn't say anything more. He slowly walked to the side, creating some distance between himself and Guo Jing.

Guo Jing gradually stopped smiling, waved for Yang Guo to step back, then clasped his hands in a salute to Duan Zhengchun and assumed a starting stance.

"please!"

"please!"

Immediately afterwards, the two attacked each other almost simultaneously!

The fierce palm wind almost instantly tore through the air in the hall, and a powerful force burst out, even making Qiu Chuji's beard flutter!

Their palms met in an instant, and then separated in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun and Guo Jing were seen stepping back at the same time!

Guo Jing retreated five steps, while Duan Zhengchun only retreated three and a half steps!

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji, who was watching from the sidelines, instantly changed his expression, his eyes filled with surprise.

"As expected, heroes emerge from among the young. I never imagined that Brother Yin's martial arts had reached such a profound level. If this fight continues, I will surely be defeated in less than a hundred moves!"

"Master Qiu, congratulations! The Quanzhen Sect has a worthy successor!"

Guo Jing looked at Duan Zhengchun with surprise and nodded in sincere praise.

Although he was at a slight disadvantage in this move, it was because he only used 50% of his strength, so he did not feel like he had lost.

He deliberately remained calm and said that he would definitely lose after a hundred moves, in order to elevate the Quanzhen Sect and make it easier for Yang Guo to successfully join the Quanzhen Sect.

"Master Guo, you flatter me. If it weren't for your hard work and travel, I would have had a hard time getting the better deal, and it would seem like I was taking advantage of your vulnerability."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said somewhat embarrassedly.

Guo Jing smiled and shook his head. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he led Yang Guo away from the main hall under Lin Zhiyuan's guidance.

"You're quite something, kid. You've been away from the mountain for two months, and I didn't expect your martial arts to improve so much. Although that palm strike was a Quanzhen Sect technique, I could see that it vaguely resembled the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

"Could this be something you figured out while sparring with Senior Hong?"

As soon as Guo Jing left, Qiu Chuji immediately came to Duan Zhengchun's side and asked him questions with great joy.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded, then raised his right hand to take a look.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were indeed powerful and fierce. Although Guo Jing's palm technique was not as good as Hong Qigong's, it was almost the same.

"Excellent! Truly excellent! You truly deserve to be my disciple, Qiu Chuji!"

"But don't be arrogant. Although you had a slight advantage just now, Master Guo probably didn't use his full strength. He was intentionally letting you win."

"But you've already done very well!"

Qiu Chuji stroked his beard, looked at Duan Zhengchun approvingly, and gave him earnest advice.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said softly, "Is that so? But this disciple didn't use all my strength either."

Qiu Chuji was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Ah? How much of your strength did you use?"

Duan Zhengchun clapped his hands and casually said, "Fifty percent."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji was stunned and stood there in astonishment. He never expected that his disciple would gain the upper hand by using only 50% of his power when fighting against the world-famous Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

How much of his strength did Guo Jing use?

"I forgot to tell Master that my Innate Skill has broken through the sixth level and entered the seventh level."

As Duan Zhengchun turned and walked out, he casually said something, raised his hand and waved before leaving the main hall.

Qiu Chuji, who was already stunned, was completely dumbfounded when he heard Duan Zhengchun's words before leaving. He opened his mouth in astonishment and couldn't say a word.

He had painstakingly cultivated for decades, and his Innate Skill had only reached the sixth level. However, this disciple was at the fifth level before leaving the mountain, but after returning, he had directly entered the seventh level!

This kid isn't human...

...

"Senior Brother Yin, an old woman has come outside and says she wants to see you."

Shortly after Duan Zhengchun returned to the back garden, Lin Zhiyuan arrived.

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow and immediately got up to follow Lin Zhiyuan outside.

Aside from Granny Sun, he didn't know any other old women, yet he never revealed to Xiaolongnu that he was a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

However, when Duan Zhengchun arrived at the mountain gate, his expression changed.

The person who came to find him was Granny Sun.

"Grandma Sun, how did you find this place?"

Duan Zhengchun frowned and asked a question, his mind filled with doubt.

“My daughter already knows what happened this morning, and she specially sent me to invite Master Yin to the ancient tomb as a guest to express her gratitude.”

Granny Sun bowed slightly, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and looked at Duan Zhengchun meaningfully.

When she said the words "Master Yin," she seemed to deliberately emphasize them.

【broken! 】

Duan Zhengchun muttered to himself, then turned and told Lin Zhiyuan that he had something to do and was going out for a while. He then left the Quanzhen Sect with Granny Sun.

Lin Zhiyuan nodded in confusion, standing still as he watched Duan Zhengchun slowly leave.

Half an incense stick later, Duan Zhengchun, with a heart full of trepidation, finally arrived at the Tomb of the Living Dead, and then followed Granny Sun into a stone chamber.

Where is Long'er?

Looking at the empty stone chamber, Duan Zhengchun asked nervously.

"Wait!"

Grandma Sun said coldly, then turned and walked away, her attitude no longer as polite as before.

She seems to have always harbored prejudice against the Quanzhen School.

Not long after, Granny Sun returned, carrying a white carved porcelain vase in her hand, followed by Lu Wushuang carrying a tray.

"The young lady knows that you were very grateful this morning for stopping the Mongol Tartars from causing trouble at the Tomb of the Living Dead. She specially asked me to give you this bottle of honey and this plate of wild fruit as a token of her gratitude."

"Master Yin, please enjoy your meal."

As Granny Sun spoke, she placed the porcelain bottle on the stone table, and then had Lu Wushuang place the fruit plate in front of Duan Zhengchun.

[So, you're offering me honey and wild berries as a token of gratitude?]

[I've kept my identity a secret from her for so long, could she have drugged me?]

Duan Zhengchun swallowed hard, glanced at the porcelain vase and fruit plate in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He wasn't afraid of poison, but he was afraid that Xiaolongnu would be angry with him and never see him again.

"Where is your master?"

After hesitating for a moment, Duan Zhengchun slowly turned to look at Lu Wushuang and asked with a frown.

"The young lady is in seclusion and is not receiving guests for the time being. I hope Master Yin will not mind."

Before Lu Wushuang could answer, Granny Sun replied impatiently, then stood there motionless, staring intently at Duan Zhengchun, as if she would keep watching him until he ate or drank.

Duan Zhengchun gritted his teeth, picked up the porcelain bottle and took a sip, then picked up a wild fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, forcing a guilty smile at Granny Sun.

"Come with me."

Grandma Sun looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was clearly nervous, and couldn't help but chuckle. She then turned and walked away.

Duan Zhengchun hurriedly spat out the wild fruit, and while quickly catching up, he leaned close to Lu Wushuang's ear and whispered, "What exactly happened? Where is your master?"

Lu Wushuang whispered, "I don't know, it seems to be really closed..."

"Cough cough..."

Before Lu Wushuang could finish speaking, Granny Sun, who was walking ahead, suddenly coughed twice, interrupting their whispered conversation...