Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"The hatred for the murderer of one's father is irreconcilable; how could one easily let it go?"

Wanyan Ping spoke with a firm expression and without hesitation.

"You seem much more confident today than ever before."

The young man asked curiously.

Wanyan Ping took a deep breath and raised her voice, "Perhaps you will lose tonight!"

The young man smiled, raised his hand in a gesture, and said calmly, "Then please make your move, Miss Wanyan."

Without saying a word, Wanyan Ping immediately drew her sword and charged directly at the young man, then thrust out a seemingly ordinary sword strike!

The young man was initially on high alert, but upon seeing Wanyan Ping's first move, he shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile flashing across his lips, before charging straight at her!

But his expression changed instantly, because the seemingly ordinary sword move that Wanyan Ping used had a hidden, unexpected twist!

After just three moves, the young man had already lost!

It wasn't that he was no match for Wanyan Ping, but that Wanyan Ping forced him to use his left hand in just three moves!

"How can it be?!"

The young man looked at Wanyan Ping in surprise, his face filled with disbelief.

"you lose!"

Wanyan Ping looked at the young man with some excitement; she had been looking forward to this day for a long time!

The young man shook his head with a wry smile, threw away the sword in his hand, took two steps forward slowly, closed his eyes, and said earnestly, "I am willing to accept defeat and leave the rest to you, young lady. I will have no regrets, even if it means my death!"

Wanyan Ping raised her sword and held it to the young man's throat, but she couldn't bring herself to do it for a long time!

She had already won the bet and was about to avenge her parents, but she hesitated.

"Forget it, I never dared to make this bet in the first place, and besides, my victory would have been dishonorable. I'll let you off the hook for now!"

Wanyan Ping suddenly sheathed her sword, uttered a single sentence, turned and ran away, quickly leaping over the wall and disappearing from sight.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, looked in the direction Wanyan Ping had left, and frowned, his expression solemn.

He seemed to have anticipated Wanyan Ping's departure.

Duan Zhengchun, who had been hiding in the shadows, witnessed everything that had just happened and discovered that the young man had not used his full strength at all during the fight, and had even been holding back at every turn!

Moreover, the young man was actually using the Quanzhen Sect's sword technique!

He originally intended to kill the Mongolian Left Chancellor whom he had never met, but now he hesitated because of the young man's uprightness. Moreover, the young man seemed to have some connection with the Quanzhen Sect, but he did not know which of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen had taken in lay disciples.

He also confirmed that the sealing off of the restaurant and the execution of the manager and staff were probably unrelated to this Left Prime Minister.

After a brief hesitation, Duan Zhengchun also quietly left the villa.

Half an incense stick later, Duan Zhengchun found Wanyan Ping, who had returned to the inn alone.

At this moment, Wanyan Ping's face was full of struggle, her eyes were brimming with tears, and she looked even more pitiful.

"You didn't do it because of any unfair reasons, but because you never intended to kill him in the first place."

Duan Zhengchun leaned against the door, looking at Wanyan Ping who was sobbing softly on the table, and said something indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Ping's tears became even more uncontrollable and continued to fall.

"Am I useless?"

Wanyan Ping asked, her voice choked with emotion.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said seriously, "You are just kind-hearted because you know that they are not the real murderers of your parents. The reason you came to them is only because of their identities."

"The problem lies with the war itself and the people who started it. You have no idea who the enemy really is."

“You did nothing wrong, so you don’t need to feel guilty towards your parents.”

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, Wanyan Ping cried even more bitterly, for Duan Zhengchun had spoken her mind.

Just then, a dozen unfamiliar figures entered the inn, startling the innkeeper and staff. However, when they saw the people's clothes and appearance, they immediately stood respectfully to the side, not daring to ask a single unnecessary question.

"Miss Wanyan, are you there?!"

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice rang out from downstairs.

He came to see you.

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow and said something indifferently.

He recognized the voice downstairs as belonging to the young man who had used the Quanzhen Sword Technique in the villa.

Wanyan Ping raised her head, her brows furrowed, suddenly feeling somewhat at a loss, not expecting the other party to come directly to her door.

"Do you need my help?"

Duan Zhengchun asked a question casually.

Wanyan Ping nodded hurriedly, a pleading look in her tear-filled eyes.

Duan Zhengchun didn't say much. He slowly walked out of the room, came to the railing, and looked down at the young man standing on the first floor.

"You are Yelü Qi, the son of the Left Chancellor of Mongolia?"

When their eyes met, Duan Zhengchun asked a question casually.

"Who are you?!"

The young man frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"I am a friend of Miss Wanyan."

Duan Zhengchun answered slowly.

Upon hearing this, the young man's expression turned solemn, and he couldn't help but scrutinize Duan Zhengchun.

"If there's nothing else, please leave."

Duan Zhengchun casually remarked, already preparing to return to his room.

"My name is Yelü Qi. Please tell Miss Wanyan that I am very worried about her and hope to see for myself that she is alright."

Upon seeing this, the young man quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute and raised his voice.

Duan Zhengchun stopped and looked at Wanyan Ping, who had wiped away her tears and nodded to him. He hesitated for a moment, then turned back to look at the young man downstairs and said in a deep voice, "Only you are allowed to come up."

Yelü Qi agreed without hesitation and went straight up the stairs to the second floor, appearing at the door of Wanyan Ping's room.

"I'm relieved to see that you're alright, girl."

Yelü Qi glanced at Wanyan Ping, who was pretending to be nonchalant, and said with a fist and palm salute.

Although Wanyan Ping repeatedly infiltrated the villa to assassinate him, he never blamed her. Instead, over time he developed sympathy and affection for her.

"Then you can leave now."

Wanyan Ping replied coldly, her face expressionless, trying her best to suppress her emotions.

Yelü Qi paused for a moment, nodded silently, and slowly turned to leave.

"Do you have any connection with the Quanzhen Sect?"

However, at that moment, Duan Zhengchun suddenly asked a question.

Yelü Qi was taken aback, turned around and looked at Duan Zhengchun, asking in confusion, "You were also in the villa just now?!"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded without saying a word.

Yelü Qi looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, because he realized that Duan Zhengchun was highly skilled, otherwise he would have been able to discover him in the villa.

"That's right, I see you're using the Quanzhen Sword Technique. Could you be a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Duan Zhengchun nodded, then asked a question that seemed unintentional.

Yelü Qi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I am not a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, but I was indeed once a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. My master was the junior brother of the Quanzhen Sect's Chongyang Zhenren, the Old Urchin Zhou Botong."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun raised his eyebrows, surprised that Yelü Qi was of a higher generation than him!

Yelü Qi clasped his hands in greeting and said, "You were able to discern from just three moves that I was using the Quanzhen Swordplay. Your martial arts skills must be unfathomable. May I ask your esteemed name and whether you have any connection with the Quanzhen Sect?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said calmly, "My name is Yin Zhiping, or you can call me Duan Feng."

Upon hearing this, Yelü Qi's expression changed drastically. His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, "You are Duan Feng?! I have long heard of your illustrious reputation! I never expected to meet you here today!"

Seeing Yelü Qi's excited expression, Wanyan Ping, sitting in the guest room, finally realized that Duan Zhengchun was actually a famous figure in the martial arts world.

He had already concluded that the move Wanyan Ping had used earlier must have been taught to him by Duan Feng.

"It's all just empty fame, please excuse my poor performance."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and waved his hand, speaking casually.

"Young Master Duan is too modest. Your heroic deeds have already spread throughout the martial world. I have long admired you. Moreover, you and I are from the same school. If you don't mind, please come with me to the villa for a chat."

Yelü Qi was very enthusiastic and immediately extended his invitation.

He was tactful enough not to claim himself Zhou Botong's disciple, but instead addressed Duan Zhengchun as Young Hero Duan; otherwise, Duan Zhengchun would have had to call him Uncle-Master...