Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"willing!"

After pondering for a while, Lin Zhiyuan nodded vigorously, his eyes revealing a fighting spirit he had never shown before.

"You'd better think this through. Once you make a decision, there's no turning back. From now on, the honor and disgrace of the Quanzhen Sect will be your own honor and disgrace!"

"If you dare to do anything that harms the Quanzhen Sect in the future, I will not forgive you, understand?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Lin Zhiyuan seriously and asked in a deep voice.

"Understood! I know what I should and shouldn't do!"

Lin Zhiyuan nodded vigorously, his resolve gradually hardening.

"Alright, starting today, I will teach you martial arts every afternoon, so that you can defeat everyone in the martial arts tournament in the sect in a month!"

"No one else is to know about this except you and me!"

Duan Zhengchun gave a stern instruction and immediately had Lin Zhiyuan take his sword and come to the courtyard.

If he wanted Lin Zhiyuan to become the chief disciple and eventually secure the position of sect leader, he couldn't allow anyone to find a way to compete with him. Therefore, he could only teach Li Zhiyuan the sect's martial arts.

Even with the sect's martial arts, Duan Zhengchun's current level of skill has already brought them to a more refined level. Whether it's palm techniques or sword techniques, the difference between how he uses them and how others use them is like heaven and earth.

A month is enough!

Lin Zhiyuan was very diligent. No matter what Duan Zhengchun taught him, he humbly sought his guidance and began practicing tirelessly, from afternoon until sunset, and then from sunset until late at night.

From the moment Duan Zhengchun taught him martial arts on Chaomu Cliff, he had been on the same side as Duan Zhengchun. Whatever Duan Zhengchun said was law, and he never doubted any of Duan Zhengchun's decisions.

From that day on, Duan Zhengchun would sleep in the morning, teach Lin Zhiyuan martial arts in the afternoon, and secretly go to the Tomb of the Living Dead to practice his skills on the Jade Bed at night.

Not only did his skills greatly increase, but he also became intimate with Lu Wushuang every night right under Xiaolongnu's nose. This exciting feeling fascinated him.

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Duan Zhengchun had used up his last chance to practice on the cold jade bed, so he began to think of another way to spend the night in the ancient tomb every night.

The main thing is not to be intimate with Lu Wushuang, but to find a way to win over Xiaolongnu as soon as possible.

Since the day he drove Huo Du and his gang away, those shady characters have never come to Zhongnan Mountain again, and the Tomb of the Living Dead has become quiet.

It's definitely time to think of a way to win over Xiaolongnu, otherwise it's not good to keep sneaking around with Lu Wushuang.

That evening, Duan Zhengchun and Lin Zhiyuan had just finished practicing their skills and returned from Chaomu Cliff when they saw several people gathered in a corner, seemingly punching and kicking someone.

Duan Zhengchun frowned and gave Lin Zhiyuan a wink.

"what happened?!"

Lin Zhiyuan immediately stepped forward and shouted a question.

"Oh, greetings, Uncle Yin and Uncle Lin."

A man stepped out from the crowd, smiling as he clasped his hands in a respectful greeting to Duan Zhengchun and Lin Zhiyuan. He was none other than Lu Qingdu, Zhao Zhijing's disciple.

The person who got beaten was none other than Yang Guo, whom they hadn't seen for many days.

When Yang Guo, who was squatting on the ground, saw Duan Zhengchun appear, he hurriedly turned around and covered his face with his hands in shame, as if afraid that Duan Zhengchun would see his embarrassment.

"Why did you hit him?!"

Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Yang Guo on the ground, then looked at Lu Qingdu and asked him a question.

"Hehe, Uncle Lin, we're not hitting him, we're teaching him right from wrong. He can't even cook a fire to fetch water, how can we not be angry?"

"How can we teach him a lesson if we don't teach him a lesson?"

Lu Qingdu smiled and explained in a serious tone.

“He’s here to learn a skill, not to learn how to do odd jobs. If he really does something wrong, you can punish him, you can discipline him, but you can’t beat him like that, can you?”

"Do you really think of yourselves as those thugs and ruffians from the underworld?!"

Duan Zhengchun frowned slightly and said coldly.

"Uncle Yin is right, we will pay attention."

Lu Qingdu smiled apologetically and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I didn't do anything wrong, they added stones to my water buckets! They made them dozens of kilograms heavier than usual..."

"You dare to talk back to Uncle-Master Yin?!"

Yang Guo, who had been avoiding the issue, suddenly turned around and shouted, but before he could finish speaking, Lu Qingdu slapped him across the face, leaving three scarlet finger marks.

Duan Zhengchun's face darkened instantly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes, and he made as if to step forward.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly stepped in front of Duan Zhengchun, shaking his head and winking repeatedly.

"Uncle Yin, this boy is far too unruly. You saw it yourself; he dared to talk nonsense and wrong innocent people right in front of you. If we don't teach him a lesson, he will never learn his lesson!"

"These are all instructions from Master. If Uncle Yin thinks I have done anything wrong, I will go and ask Master for instructions immediately."

Lu Qingdu looked at Duan Zhengchun with a smile and asked seriously.

Duan Zhengchun took a deep breath, glanced coldly at Lu Qingdu, ignored him, and turned to walk towards the back garden.

He was currently at a crucial time helping Lin Zhiyuan prepare for the upcoming martial arts tournament within the sect, and didn't want to cause any more trouble.

After watching Duan Zhengchun walk away, Lu Qingdu's smile vanished instantly. He snorted coldly and, with a few disciples, quickly led Yang Guo, whose face was bruised and swollen, away.

"Have Zhao Zhijing's men always treated that kid named Yang Guo this way?"

After returning to the back garden, Duan Zhengchun asked a question with a solemn expression.

Lin Zhiyuan sighed and said slowly, "Senior brother, you don't know this, but our eldest senior brother has always treated his disciples this way. No matter what Lu Qingdu does, he turns a blind eye. His people never take the disciples of the other senior brothers in the sect seriously. They are used to being domineering."

"Ever since Yang Guo became the disciple of the senior brother, he has been the one doing all the dirty and hard work. He is often bullied, and sometimes he is not even treated like a human being!"

"However, Yang Guo is also a smart aleck and a stubborn guy who refuses to admit defeat, otherwise he wouldn't have been beaten so badly every time."

"I heard that kid even tried to sneak away, but he was caught by the senior brother and his men. He not only got a severe beating, but was also locked up for three whole days."

Duan Zhengchun's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened, and he said coldly, "Since such things happen frequently, does Master not know about it? Doesn't he care?"

Lin Zhiyuan said helplessly, "We can manage, but how can we manage? At most, we can reprimand them a few times, but the disciples under our senior brother still don't know how to repent. In addition, with Uncle Wang mediating between them, after a while, Master can't say anything more."

“Everyone has their own way of disciplining disciples. No one else can or has the right to interfere. That’s why I stopped you just now. Otherwise, I was afraid that Zhao Zhijing would turn around and cause you trouble.”

Upon hearing Lin Zhiyuan's answer, Duan Zhengchun realized that Wang Chuyi, Zhao Zhijing, and Zhao Zhijing's disciples were all birds of a feather.

However, he is now beginning to suspect that the reason why Zhao Zhijing's disciples treated Yang Guo that way was probably because Guo Jing injured Zhao Zhijing when he came up the mountain that day, causing Zhao Zhijing to lose face.

Later, in the main hall, Yang Guo and Guo Jing spoke up for him, making Zhao Zhijing lose face again. That's why Zhao Zhijing held a grudge and waited for an opportunity to take revenge.

If that's the case, then this matter is somewhat related to him.

After nightfall, Duan Zhengchun and the rest of the sect remained quiet. They quietly left the back garden, intending to make another trip to the Tomb of the Living Dead.

To achieve his goals, he could become shameless. Moreover, after these few days of frequent visits to the Tomb of the Living Dead, his relationship with Little Dragon Girl seemed to have grown closer, and even Granny Sun was less resistant to him.

But just as he walked out of the back garden and headed towards Chaomu Cliff, a person suddenly rushed out of the darkness and knelt down in front of him with a thud.

Duan Zhengchun took a closer look and couldn't help but frown.

The one blocking his way was none other than Yang Guo.

"What are you doing?!"

Duan Zhengchun frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"I wish to become Uncle Yin's disciple. Please accept me as your apprentice!"

Yang Guo clasped his hands in a salute, his voice slightly choked with emotion.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun frowned even more deeply and said in a deep voice, "Your master is Zhao Zhijing, which was personally decided by the sect leader. How can you switch allegiance to me?!"

"Stop fooling around, let's go home!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun ignored him and continued walking towards Chaomu Cliff.

But Yang Guo wouldn't let it go, suddenly grabbing Duan Zhengchun's leg and holding on tightly...