Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Upon hearing that it was a light-body technique created by Duan Zhengchun, Qiu Chuji's face immediately lit up with approval. He then asked Duan Zhengchun to demonstrate it in front of him again, and Qiu Chuji nodded repeatedly as he watched.

"How's your practice of the Eastern First Sword Technique, which I taught you, going?"

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Chuji asked again, a hint of anticipation on his face.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Disciple has already grasped the essence of it, but I don't know if I'm practicing it correctly. Please give me some guidance, Master."

It was only then that he realized that the seven-day deadline he had asked Lin Zhiyuan to relay to Qiu Chuji was now the final day.

Immediately, Duan Zhengchun picked up a bamboo pole, recalling the scene of the swarm of bees flying up and down in the locust grove that day, closed his eyes slightly, and then poured his innate true energy into his arm and the bamboo pole.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his wrist, and used the bamboo pole as a sword to thrust it out!

"boom!"

A loud bang suddenly rang out, and a rock at the foot of the mountain was instantly shattered into pieces by the sword energy carried on the bamboo pole!

The sword energy was sharp and fierce!

Upon seeing this scene, Qiu Chuji was instantly dumbfounded, staring at the shattered stones scattered on the ground, unable to calm down for a long time.

Although Duan Zhengchun only made one move, in Qiu Chuji's eyes, Duan Zhengchun's understanding of the First Sword of the East had already surpassed his own!

Perhaps its power wasn't completely superior to his own, but his beloved disciple's understanding of the true essence of this sword technique far surpassed his own! Given time, he will surely become a renowned swordsman in the martial arts world!

"Master?"

Duan Zhengchun sheathed his sword, turned around, and looked at Qiu Chuji with a smug expression. He cupped his hands in a salute, deliberately adopting a posture of waiting for guidance.

"Hahaha..."

Qiu Chuji laughed three times, then slowly walked up to Duan Zhengchun. He looked at Duan Zhengchun with a face full of satisfaction and said sincerely, "You are indeed my most outstanding disciple. Your sword strike is equivalent to the power I have studied for twenty years!"

"Given time..."

Duan Zhengchun was pleased and was waiting for Qiu Chuji to continue praising him, but Qiu Chuji suddenly stopped talking. Duan looked at Qiu Chuji in confusion and found that Qiu Chuji was looking down at his feet and his face was gradually covered with anger.

Duan Zhengchun was puzzled and looked down in confusion, then froze on the spot.

Perhaps because he had exerted too much force, the two chicken legs that he had hidden under his clothes at the back of his waist had fallen to the ground at some point.

"You actually stole meat?!"

Qiu Chuji gritted his teeth, glared at Duan Zhengchun, and was furious.

Duan Zhengchun smiled awkwardly and said, "Master, please don't be offended. I didn't mean to deceive you, but how can there be wine without meat..."

"You little brat! I think you've really grown up and are getting more and more outrageous! You think I have no temper if I don't teach you a lesson?!"

Before Duan Zhengchun could finish speaking, Qiu Chuji rolled up his sleeves, cursing loudly as he kicked Duan Zhengchun in the buttocks.

Upon seeing this, Duan Zhengchun hurriedly turned and ran away. He, a dignified prince of Dali, couldn't be beaten like a father disciplining his son, could he?

And so, the old man and the young man began chasing each other around the thatched hut in front of Wang Chongyang's tomb, shouting and yelling.

Since Duan Zhengchun had long since mastered the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), and Qiu Chuji was completely unfamiliar with it, even though he tried his best, he could not catch up with Duan Zhengchun. Over time, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but laugh, which made Qiu Chuji so angry that he glared and his face turned red.

This scene, seemingly a master disciplining his disciple, actually exudes a warm feeling. For Duan Zhengchun, who has been reborn into this unfamiliar world, it is a rare and precious moment, leaving an unforgettable and beautiful memory in his heart.

Having been born into an imperial family, he had never experienced this feeling before.

After a long while, Qiu Chuji was really tired, so he had to stop, wave his hand, and sit on a rock, panting heavily.

Duan Zhengchun stood aside with a silly grin, looking at the somewhat disheveled Qiu Chuji. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly walked up to Qiu Chuji, turned his back to him, and offered his backside to Qiu Chuji, letting Qiu Chuji take the initiative.

But Qiu Chuji smiled, stood up, gently patted Duan Zhengchun's shoulder, and then walked straight down the mountain path.

"Didn't you complain about being lonely? Starting tomorrow, I'll have Zhiyuan come up the mountain to keep you company until the end of the month."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "That's certainly not the case..."

But before he could finish speaking, Qiu Chuji's voice came again.

"If this happens again, we will not let you off lightly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji turned and left without looking back.

Duan Zhengchun stood on the cliff, his bitter smile fading, and bowed respectfully to Qiu Chuji's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

For the sake of his disciple, Qiu Chuji, the sect leader, was willing to ignore those precepts, which shows how much he doted on him.

Although Duan Zhengchun didn't say it, he deeply remembered this kindness.

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The next day, Lin Zhiyuan once again brought a food box to Chaomu Cliff, but this time he brought an extra portion of food, because like Duan Zhengchun, he would also have to stay there for the next period of time.

"You look unhappy."

Duan Zhengchun looked at Lin Zhiyuan, who was silently setting the food on the table, and casually asked a question.

"No..."

"But Master said I made a mistake and made me stay at Chaomu Cliff to reflect on my actions, just like Senior Brother Yin, starting today. But I don't even know what I did wrong..."

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head, answering helplessly, his face full of disappointment.

Looking at Lin Zhiyuan's appearance, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but feel a little guilty, because he knew that the reason why Lin Zhiyuan was sent to Chaomu Cliff by Qiu Chuji was partly to keep an eye on him, and partly because he suspected that Lin Zhiyuan might have deliberately concealed some things about him, and was probably implicated by him.

"That's good too. It saves me from being alone on this cliff all day without anyone to talk to. With you by my side, you can keep me company and help me pass the time."

"Since you've got nothing better to do, do you need me to give you some pointers on your martial arts?"

Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, then said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan, who had been feeling down, was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide with surprise and looked at Duan Zhengchun expectantly, saying, "Really? Senior Brother Yin is really willing to teach me?!"

All the disciples witnessed Duan Zhengchun injuring his senior brother Zhao Zhijing with his One-Finger Divine Skill on the training ground that day, and exchanging a palm strike with the sect leader without sustaining any injury.

In the eyes of the disciples, Duan Zhengchun's martial arts skills had long surpassed those of Zhao Zhijing, who was originally the strongest among the third-generation disciples, and were second only to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

Lin Zhiyuan was overjoyed to hear that Duan Zhengchun was willing to give him guidance.

"Eat first, then talk after you finish."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, raised his hand in a gesture, and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

Although it was still just white rice and vegetables, the taste seemed different from before, and it didn't taste so bad anymore.

And so, from that day on, in addition to practicing his own martial arts, Duan Zhengchun would help Lin Zhiyuan with his martial arts in his spare time. Although he did not teach him unique skills such as One-Finger Divine Skill or Eastern Divine Sword, just his guidance on Lin Zhiyuan's own martial arts was enough for Lin Zhiyuan to benefit from.

Because of Lin Zhiyuan's presence, Duan Zhengchun could only stay on Chaomu Cliff every day and had no more opportunities to go to the Ancient Tomb Sect. Time flew by, and ten days had passed in the blink of an eye.

During these ten days, in addition to instructing Lin Zhiyuan on martial arts, Duan Zhengchun has also mastered the Eastern First Sword technique himself. Although he has not yet reached perfection, its power has been improving day by day.

At the same time, relying on the memories in his mind, he also cultivated the Six Meridians Divine Sword on the basis of the One Finger Divine Skill.

When his son learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword at Tianlong Temple in Dali, he happened to be there and witnessed the whole process. However, because he had not memorized all the mental techniques and incantations, he made the same mistake as his son after mastering the skill, and his skills were always inconsistent.

Fortunately, he has the One-Finger Divine Skill, which makes his skills even more powerful, making it an upgraded version of the One-Finger Divine Skill!

That day, after Duan Zhengchun finished cultivating the Innate Skill during the morning when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was at its peak, he lazily lay on a recliner and watched Lin Zhiyuan practicing swordsmanship in the open space, occasionally offering a few pointers.

After more than ten days of training, Lin Zhiyuan's skills have improved significantly compared to before he arrived, and Duan Zhengchun is also very happy to continue training him.

After all, he also hoped that Qiu Chuji would have a capable disciple besides himself, so that if he wanted to leave one day, Qiu Chuji would not be without anyone to rely on.

After a long while, Lin Zhiyuan, having finished practicing his sword, came forward with a satisfied look on his face, took out a few copper coins from his pocket, and handed them to Duan Zhengchun.

These days, Duan Zhengchun would collect a certain amount of money from Lin Zhiyuan every time he finished teaching him. It wasn't that he was greedy for money, but he just hoped that he wouldn't be empty-handed and penniless when he went to town again next time.

Who would have thought that the dignified King of Zhennan of Dali would one day "swindle" money by teaching martial arts?

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