Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Not long after, Duan Zhengchun brought Lin Zhiyuan to the place where Yang Guo was imprisoned.

As soon as Duan Zhengchun entered, he found Lu Qingdu hurling insults at Yang Guo, saying almost every nasty thing imaginable.

This time, Yang Guo didn't utter a single word in response, remaining silently seated in the corner with a look of self-reproach on his face.

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, slightly bent his right middle finger, and flicked it out instantly! A burst of energy shot out and struck Lu Qingdu's knee directly!

"Ouch!"

"Who?! Which bastard...?"

Lu Qingdu screamed and fell to the ground. He turned angrily to look at the door, then quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head in a panic.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master Yin..."

Duan Zhengchun approached expressionlessly, looking down at Lu Qingdu who was struggling to get up, and said in a deep voice, "If I see you bullying others in the sect again, be careful, I won't be polite to you!"

"roll!"

Lu Qingdu bowed respectfully with his neck hunched, then hurriedly limped away with several disciples, fleeing in disarray.

After the others left, Duan Zhengchun slowly turned to look at Yang Guo.

"Master...your disciple knows he was wrong..."

Yang Guo also saw Duan Zhengchun, and immediately came closer and respectfully knelt on the ground.

"How many times have I told you? Stop kneeling down all the time! Get up!"

Duan Zhengchun said with a sullen face and dissatisfaction.

Yang Guo raised his head with a face full of guilt, choking back tears, and said, "Master, Lu Qingdu just said that you voluntarily gave up the opportunity to participate in the sect's martial arts tournament for my sake..."

"It's all my fault, Master. I'm always causing you trouble... Please punish me..."

Duan Zhengchun reached out and helped the grief-stricken and self-reproachful Yang Guo up, saying earnestly, "You are my disciple. I can punish you, but others cannot! I will protect you no matter what!"

"Don't worry, you're fine now. You'll only be locked up here for half a month at most before you can leave. As for the martial arts tournament, I've never been interested in it from the beginning."

Yang Guo slowly raised his head and asked hesitantly, "Really?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded, then continued, "Although you'll be locked up here for the next two weeks, you can't slack off. You still need to continue practicing your skills, and don't forget the principles taught in the books I had you read!"

Yang Guo nodded heavily and said, "Please rest assured, Master, your disciple will never let you down."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, patted Yang Guo on the shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to leave with Lin Zhiyuan.

Yang Guo watched his master's retreating figure, his eyes filled with gratitude. He suddenly felt that, besides his adoptive father, he finally had someone else in the world who cared about him.

After that day, the Quanzhen Sect returned to its former tranquility. The third-generation disciples under the Five Masters of Quanzhen were all working hard and practicing martial arts diligently every day, seemingly determined to show their skills in the martial arts tournament.

Since Duan Zhengchun did not participate in the battle, everyone seemed to feel that they had a chance.

Duan Zhengchun didn't take these things to heart and continued to sneak into the Tomb of the Living Dead every night to meet with Xiaolongnu and her master as usual.

Since Yang Guo was confined, the task of delivering things to the Tomb of the Living Dead was handed over to Lin Zhiyuan. Since Lin Zhiyuan had already discovered what was going on between the three of them that day, Duan Zhengchun had no intention of keeping it a secret any longer.

...

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and there are only three days left until the end of the year. The annual martial arts tournament of the Quanzhen Sect has finally been held as scheduled.

Everyone in the sect gathered at the training ground. The five Quanzhen disciples sat on a high platform on one side of the training ground, all coming to witness the birth of the chief disciple.

Duan Zhengchun sat to the side and behind Qiu Chuji. He was also the only disciple of the sect in all the years to have the opportunity to sit on the high platform with the Five Masters of Quanzhen.

Yang Guo and Lin Zhiyuan, who had been released from confinement, stood on either side of him behind him, their eyes revealing an barely suppressed excitement.

Sitting not far away, Wang Chuyi couldn't help but glance over from time to time, seemingly quite bothered by Duan Zhengchun's presence on the high platform.

However, Duan Zhengchun ignored them and watched his disciples below, who were eager to fight, with a smile on his face from beginning to end. He was there to watch the show, not to confront anyone.

Qiu Chuji looked solemn, his brows furrowed slightly throughout.

He did not want the position of chief disciple to be taken by the disciples under his four sons, but his most promising disciple had given up this opportunity. After thinking it over, he realized that none of his disciples still had the ability to take the position.

However, his disciple has yet to tell him what the plan is, nor has he revealed who the so-called more suitable candidate is.

Among the crowd around the training ground, Zhao Zhijing looked confidently at the arena in the middle of the training ground, a smug smile always on his lips.

"Master, let me loosen your muscles and joints first. You're sure to win this martial arts competition, and the title of chief disciple will be yours!"

As Lu Qingdu spoke obsequiously, he massaged Zhao Zhijing's shoulders and back, displaying the smugness of a petty person who had achieved success.

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly, glanced at Duan Zhengchun sitting on the high platform from afar, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Just then, Hao Datong, who was sitting at the very end of the left side, slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the platform, glanced at the disciples below, and began to speak eloquently, explaining the rules of the martial arts tournament and the various traditions of the Quanzhen Sect.

Duan Zhengchun listened for a while and then got bored. He lowered his head and started drinking his tea, ignoring the conversation.

Encouraged by Hao Datong, the disciples standing below the platform kept raising their arms and shouting, seemingly unable to wait any longer.

Taking advantage of the commotion, Qiu Chuji suddenly turned to look at Duan Zhengchun and whispered, "What are you up to, kid? It's about to start!"

Duan Zhengchun raised his teacup in a toast and said with a smile, "Master, don't be impatient, you'll find out soon enough."

Qiu Chuji frowned and had no choice but to turn around helplessly, anxiously awaiting the start of the martial arts tournament.

"The martial arts tournament has officially begun, and the final winner will be the third-generation chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect!"

After a long while, with Hao Datong letting out a loud roar, the martial arts tournament finally began.

Immediately afterwards, the eager third-generation disciples took turns to appear and officially began their one-on-one competition on the dueling platform.

However, in Duan Zhengchun's eyes, these people were all just going through the motions, and none of them could last more than three rounds. The key figures had not yet appeared, so he continued to drink his tea silently without even glancing at them.

"Master, Senior Uncle Cui is going on stage!"

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Guo, who was standing behind Duan Zhengchun, suddenly whispered a reminder.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun put down his teacup and looked up at the martial arts arena in the training ground.

As soon as Cui Zhifang appeared, a cheer erupted from the crowd. In just a few rounds, he defeated the reigning champion and became the defending champion.

Next, disciples came up one after another to challenge Cui Zhifang, but in the end they all lost to Cui Zhifang, who became the only disciple present who could defend his position for more than ten rounds!

"It seems that Senior Uncle Cui is truly amazing! Could he be the chief disciple?!"

Yang Guo watched the contest in the arena and couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said calmly, "No, he's just a pawn someone threw out to help another person eliminate their opponent so that the other person can conserve their strength."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo nodded in sudden understanding, though he didn't know who his master was referring to.

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, Qiu Chuji, who was sitting in front of Duan Zhengchun, raised his eyebrows and a meaningful smile flashed across his lips.

After another dozen or so rounds, the main character finally made his appearance.

Amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhao Zhijing slowly walked out of the crowd and leaped onto the dueling platform.

"Look! Senior Brother is coming on stage!"

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother!"

As soon as Zhao Zhijing appeared, all the Quanzhen Sect disciples present cheered, including those who had been defeated at the beginning.

It seems that they will support whoever defeats them, having long forgotten their master's instructions.

Seeing the loud cheers for Zhao Zhijing's appearance, apart from Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, the other three all looked rather displeased.

"The real show is about to begin!"

Duan Zhengchun sat up straight, gazing with interest at the arena, and said with a cold smile...