Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

With a painful groan, the Mongolian officer flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the stairs before tumbling down to the first floor.

His entire chest had collapsed, and he died instantly!

The woman holding the long sword was stunned as she watched Duan Zhengchun kill the Mongol soldiers who had harassed her in an instant.

She didn't know why Duan Zhengchun would help her out of a predicament, nor did she know what kind of person would be so ruthless, killing people as easily as cutting grass.

"what?!"

Suddenly, a scream filled with fear came from the first floor.

Duan Zhengchun slowly walked to the top of the stairs, looking down at the shopkeeper standing beside the corpse of the Mongol soldier and the waiter who had personally invited him to the second floor, his face expressionless.

"Sir, how dare you even kill Mongol soldiers?!"

The shopkeeper looked up at Duan Zhengchun with a sob in his voice, his words seemingly tinged with resentment.

"The Mongolian dogs are arrogant, shameless, and rampant; why shouldn't they be killed?!"

Duan Zhengchun snorted coldly and replied dismissively.

"But this is their territory! You may have had your fun, but what will happen to my restaurant?!"

"Oh dear, I've offended the Mongol soldiers! My restaurant is doomed! You've really ruined me!"

The shopkeeper looked helplessly at the corpses on the ground, grumbled a few words, and hurriedly whispered to the waiter beside him to secretly dispose of all the corpses immediately.

Duan Zhengchun frowned, hesitated for a moment, then took out a gold ingot from his pocket and tossed it to the innkeeper before leaving the restaurant with the woman.

There were quite a few diners upstairs just now. If word gets out, a large number of Mongol soldiers may arrive soon.

Soon after, the two arrived at an inn and asked for a superior room.

The woman who had followed Duan Zhengchun slowly into the guest room stood nervously at the door, not daring to take another step inside.

Although Duan Zhengchun had just saved her, she still couldn't trust him. She didn't know why she had followed Duan Zhengchun here as if possessed, and now they were alone in a room together.

"What's your name?"

Duan Zhengchun went straight to the window facing the street, opened it a crack, observed the situation on the street, and asked a question casually.

"My name is Wan Yanping."

The woman hesitated for a moment before slowly revealing her name, glancing warily at Duan Zhengchun standing by the window as she spoke.

“Miss Wanyan seems to have something on her mind. I noticed a layer of sadness between your brows when we were at the restaurant.”

“This is the domain of the Mongol Tartars. If you don’t have the ability to protect yourself, you shouldn’t have come.”

Duan Zhengchun reached into his waistband, took out a wine gourd, took a small sip, and then asked another question.

"I am still not satisfied with my family's revenge. I hate myself for being useless and unable to avenge my dead parents!"

Wanyan Ping hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly, her face once again filled with sorrow.

Upon hearing that Wanyan Ping's parents had both died, Duan Zhengchun frowned and a trace of sympathy appeared in his eyes as he looked at Wanyan Ping.

Another poor man.

"Your enemy is the Mongol Tartars?"

After a brief silence, Duan Zhengchun casually asked a question.

"how do you know?"

Wanyan Ping paused for a moment, then looked up at Duan Zhengchun in surprise.

Duan Zhengchun slowly turned around, walked straight to the table and sat down, and said calmly, "A weak woman, running alone into this Mongolian territory, naturally has her enemy in this Tiger Leap City."

"Just now in the restaurant, the look in your eyes when you looked at those Mongol soldiers was filled with not only anger but also hatred."

"Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, the enemy you want to kill is a high-ranking and powerful person. Getting revenge might be as difficult as climbing to heaven."

Wanyan Ping nodded in surprise and continued, "I am a descendant of the Jurchens. When the Mongols destroyed the Jurchens, my parents also died tragically in the war. I came to Tiger Leap City this time because I want to avenge them with my own hands!"

"I have already learned that Yelü Chucai, the Left Chancellor of Mongolia, lives in a villa on the outskirts of Huyue City, but my skills are not up to par, and all my assassination attempts have ended in failure!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes. He never expected that the current Left Chancellor of Mongolia would actually live in Tiger Leap City!

"Is the defense there very tight? Or are there top-tier experts protecting them?!"

Duan Zhengchun tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, then asked another question in a deep voice, a hint of murderous intent gradually creeping into his eyes.

Having already killed an empress, he wouldn't mind killing another prime minister!

"The defenses were indeed tight, but I only encountered resistance the first time I sneaked in. On the subsequent visits, I only saw Yelü Chucai's son, Yelü Qi."

Wanyan Ping shook her head and answered with a solemn expression.

"Why?"

Duan Zhengchun, puzzled, pressed for an explanation.

Wanyan Ping continued, "Because Yelü Qi said that as long as I can force him to use his left hand, I will win, and then I can do whatever I want with him. But I am really useless and no match for him at all!"

"Despite numerous assassination attempts, they haven't even managed to see one of Yelü Chucai's men!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun frowned, a hint of doubt rising in his mind. Who would allow someone who wanted to kill him to repeatedly seek revenge?

Either this person has absolute strength and confidence, or they never intended to eliminate the assassin in the first place!

"What weapon did Yelü Qi use?!"

After a moment of contemplation, Duan Zhengchun spoke again.

"He uses a sword."

Wanyan Ping answered hastily.

Duan Zhengchun nodded, a cold smile flashing across his lips, and said in a cold voice, "I can teach you a trick so that when you go there next time, you can force him to use his left hand!"

Wanyan Ping was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "You defeated him in one move?!"

Duan Zhengchun laughed and said, "Even if I can't, I can still force him to use his left hand!"

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Ping was surprised and looked at Duan Zhengchun again in disbelief, her defenses gradually crumbling.

Immediately, Duan Zhengchun reached for Wanyan Ping's sword, personally demonstrated a move, and made Wanyan Ping practice it in the room until she had memorized it and could use it effortlessly.

...

In the dead of night, Duan Zhengchun, accompanied by Wanyan Ping, quietly left the inn under the cover of darkness and headed straight for the outskirts of the city.

But just as they passed by the restaurant where they had met during the day, Duan Zhengchun suddenly stopped, staring intently at the restaurant, his eyes once again filled with a cold killing intent.

"how so?!"

Wanyan Ping couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim in surprise.

The restaurant, which was fine during the day, has now been ransacked and is in complete chaos. The bodies of the manager and the waiter are hanging at the entrance of the restaurant!

Duan Zhengchun clenched his fists, a sense of guilt rising in his heart. In his moment of pleasure, he had unintentionally brought disaster upon the restaurant.

If he hadn't killed those Mongol soldiers, the shopkeeper and his assistant wouldn't have died!

Seeing the Mongol Tartars running rampant and cruelly rampant in Tiger Leap City, Duan Zhengchun gritted his teeth and walked straight to the outskirts of the city.

Even if Wanyan Ping cannot defeat Yelü Qi tonight, he will still seek justice for the two innocent victims and kill Yelü Chucai, the Mongol Left Chancellor!

Half an hour later, the two finally arrived at the villa on the outskirts of the city. Looking around, the entire villa was heavily guarded, with guards patrolling all night long.

"Brother Duan, come with me."

Wanyan Ping, who knew the area well, whispered something and quickly headed around to the back of the villa.

Duan Zhengchun has already revealed his identity, but when he kills, he still habitually uses the identity of Duan Feng.

Led by Wanyan Ping, they quickly infiltrated the villa, avoiding all the guards and patrols.

Upon discovering that they had encountered no obstacles along the way, Duan Zhengchun frowned, a hint of suspicion rising in his heart.

Immediately following, at Duan Zhengchun's signal, Wanyan Ping leaped into the backyard, holding a long sword, her face cold as she faced a side room.

Soon, a handsome young man slowly walked out of the side room, also holding a sword in his hand. He looked calmly at Wanyan Ping standing in the courtyard, as if they had arranged it in advance.

"Miss Wanyan, you still refuse to give up?"

The young man sized up Wanyan Ping, then slowly asked a question, his words seemingly tinged with helplessness...