Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"That's enough! It's come to this now. You should focus on recovering from your injuries! Don't provoke Yin Zhiping again anytime soon!"

Wang Chuyi waved his hand impatiently, left a cold remark, and turned to leave.

Watching his master's resolute departing figure, Zhao Zhijing gripped the bedsheet tightly, his lips trembling slightly, his heart once again filled with resentment and bitterness.

"Master, please don't get so agitated. If you lost, just accept it and focus on recovering from your injury."

Lu Qingdu approached with a pained expression, speaking as he reached out to help Zhao Zhijing lie down again.

"Bastard!"

But in his anger, Zhao Zhijing slapped Lu Qingdu across the face!

Lu Qingdu covered his face and hurriedly retreated, lowering his head in fear, not daring to say another word.

Zhao Zhijing forced himself to lie down slowly, gritting his teeth and muttering, "I still have a chance... I will avenge today's humiliation in the future!"

"Who says that becoming the chief disciple guarantees becoming the sect leader?!"

There will definitely be other opportunities in the future...

Upon hearing this, no one else dared to utter a sound and silently withdrew from the room.

In the alchemy room in the backyard.

Qiu Chuji smiled, looking with satisfaction at his two beloved disciples standing before him; his joy was palpable.

"Master, can you rest assured now? I told you, I have another way."

Duan Zhengchun looked at Qiu Chuji, who was beaming with joy, and said something with a smile.

Qiu Chuji nodded and said approvingly, "Not bad, you two are both very good! I never expected that Zhiyuan would ultimately win the position of chief disciple!"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and turned to give Lin Zhiyuan an approving look.

"I owe my success today to my senior brother's guidance and my master's teachings. I will be even more diligent in the future."

Lin Zhiyuan bowed and clasped his hands in greeting, his face full of gratitude and reverence.

“You have done very well, but now that you are the chief disciple, you should think about how to be a good sect leader and lead our sect to greatness.”

"Spend more time with your master from now on. Don't follow your senior brother around like a little shadow all day. There is still a lot for you to learn, and your master will teach you personally."

Qiu Chuji smiled and nodded, then gave Duan Zhengchun a disapproving look before speaking earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun smiled but remained silent, not taking it to heart.

He also had high expectations for Lin Zhiyuan. Only if Lin Zhiyuan could grow into a qualified successor to the sect leader could he leave the Quanzhen Sect with peace of mind.

"Your disciple will heed your teachings and will certainly work even harder!"

Lin Zhiyuan nodded, flattered, and confidently agreed.

He never imagined that he would be so highly regarded by his master, after all, there were even more outstanding senior brothers under his master.

He was glad that he didn't have a domineering senior brother like Cui Zhifang.

A moment later, Duan Zhengchun and Lin Zhiyuan bid farewell to Qiu Chuji and slowly walked out of the alchemy room.

"Senior brother, were you unhappy with what Master just said?"

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, looked at Duan Zhengchun with some nervousness, and asked softly.

"Which sentence?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled, pretending not to understand.

"My master told me to avoid following you around so much in the future..."

Lin Zhiyuan swallowed hard and said nervously, his voice even lower.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and patted Lin Zhiyuan on the shoulder, saying seriously, "I agree with Master. Now that you are the chief disciple, you should act like one."

“If you dare to slack off, not only will your master not forgive you, but I will not forgive you either.”

Hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, Lin Zhiyuan finally felt relieved and nodded vigorously with a smile.

"Okay, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

"Remember, today's events have surprised everyone. Don't let your fellow disciples look down on you."

Duan Zhengchun waved his hand, speaking as he left with a smile.

Lin Zhiyuan watched Duan Zhengchun's departing figure, a resolute look reappearing in his eyes, and murmured, "Don't worry, senior brother, I will never let you and Master down!"

"Whether I am the chief disciple now or become the sect leader in the future, I will always remember your kindness to me."

After leaving the inner palace, Duan Zhengchun headed towards the back mountain. He was going to the Tomb of the Living Dead to quickly tell Long'er and Shuang'er the good news.

Just as Duan Zhengchun was leaving the Taoist temple and heading towards Chaomu Cliff, he found a figure sitting alone on a rock in the back mountain, lost in thought.

It was already dark, and because of the distance, Duan Zhengchun didn't recognize the person at first glance, so he slowly walked over.

Seemingly hearing footsteps, the man turned his head and glanced at them, then hurriedly stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Duan Zhengchun, who had come closer.

"So it's Junior Brother Yin."

This person was none other than Cui Zhifang.

"It's so late, why is Senior Brother Cui sitting here all alone?"

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow and asked hesitantly.

"Oh, nothing. The night is nice tonight, so I just came out for a walk alone... cough cough..."

Cui Zhifang forced a smile and coughed as he spoke.

"Is your injury alright, Senior Brother?"

Duan Zhengchun did not expose Cui Zhifang's lie, but asked with concern.

He knew that Cui Zhifang must have run to the back mountain alone late at night because of the dirty and tiring work he did for Zhao Zhijing during the day, and the fact that he was ruthlessly beaten by Zhao Zhijing.

"It's nothing, thank you for your concern, Junior Brother Yin. It's just a minor injury, I'll be fine in a few days."

Cui Zhifang waved his hand, smiled and explained, deliberately avoiding Duan Zhengchun's gaze.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun said nothing more. Suddenly, he placed his hand on Cui Zhifang's chest, then gathered his innate true energy in his palm to disperse the blood and qi stagnation in Cui Zhifang's injured area.

Cui Zhifang was stunned for a moment, his eyes instantly filled with gratitude, and then he quickly closed his eyes.

After a moment, Duan Zhengchun slowly withdrew his hand and said softly, "If you ever feel troubled like you are today and want to talk to someone, you can come to me anytime."

"The kick I gave him today was to repay him on his behalf."

Zhao Zhijing didn't hold back with his kick so that no one could see any flaws, and Cui Zhifang was seriously injured.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Yin..."

Cui Zhifang slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Duan Zhengchun in surprise, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

With Duan Zhengchun's help, his injury has become much more comfortable.

"Senior Brother Cui, you flatter me. After all, we have been through life and death together."

"This is the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill. After taking it, your injuries will heal in less than two days."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said something, then reached into his pocket, took out a pill, and handed it to Cui Zhifang.

"Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill?! Isn't this the healing elixir of Peach Blossom Island?!"

Cui Zhifang's expression changed drastically as he looked at Duan Zhengchun in disbelief. He never expected that Duan Zhengchun would give him such a precious item for free.

"That's right, when I parted ways with Huang Yaoshi before, he gave me a few."

Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

"No, this is too valuable, I can't accept it."

"My injury isn't serious, it'll heal in a few days."

Cui Zhifang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and was about to return the pill to Duan Zhengchun.

“I never take back what I give away. If you’re still being so formal, then just throw it away.”

Duan Zhengchun said something casually, then left without saying another word.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Yin..."

Cui Zhifang hesitated for a moment, then, watching Duan Zhengchun's figure quickly disappear into the night, he clasped his hands in a salute, his face full of gratitude.

He never expected that after he was injured, the first person to care about him would be Yin Zhiping, a disciple of the sect leader, rather than someone from his master's sect.

...

under night.

Tomb of the Living Dead.

"So, you really only used one month to have your junior brother defeat your Quanzhen Sect's senior brother and successfully seize the position of chief disciple?"

Little Dragon Girl nestled lazily in Duan Zhengchun's arms, her face showing surprise and her eyes filled with admiration.

"To be precise, it was less than a month."

"If you know your opponent well enough, there are a hundred ways to make him lose to you."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, holding a wine glass in one hand and reaching in with the other, and said confidently.

"So, now you've finally got what you wanted, and you no longer have to worry about choosing a sect leader?"

Little Dragon Girl blushed slightly and smiled sweetly.

“That’s good. Now I don’t have to worry about the strict rules and regulations of the Quanzhen Sect anymore. If anyone says I’ve broken the precept against yin, I can just take you away from Zhongnan Mountain and wander the world.”

Are you willing?

Duan Zhengchun gazed affectionately at the shy Xiaolongnu, his fingers gently pinching a grape...