Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

In a side room in the backyard, Duan Zhengchun sat lazily on the threshold, drinking wine and watching the night deepen, remaining silent.

Yelü Chucai had agreed to his suggestion and decided to form an alliance with him, hiding in the Mongol royal court and immediately informing the Beggars' Sect if there was any news.

However, he knew in his heart that his cooperation with Yelü Chucai was only just beginning.

Thinking of these things, a meaningful smile couldn't help but flash across his lips.

After the banquet, he personally escorted Wanyan Ping back to her room.

At this moment, Wanyan Ping was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at Duan Zhengchun who had his back to her. She nervously rubbed the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, including nervousness.

She didn't know why this Quanzhen Sect disciple who had suddenly appeared was so kind to her, but she was very grateful because no one had ever cared about her like this since her parents passed away.

"That's enough, I should go."

After a long silence, Duan Zhengchun suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"where to?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Wanyan Ping couldn't help but press for an answer.

“I said I would help you get revenge, and I will definitely keep my word.”

Duan Zhengchun replied casually.

"Is there any danger?"

Wanyan Ping's heart stirred, and she continued to ask.

"In the world of martial arts, one is always walking through bloodshed and danger is a common occurrence."

"But tonight, we should be worried about those Mongolian dogs who treat human life like dirt!"

Duan Zhengchun smiled wryly, looking confident and assured.

As he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, then picked up the sword case by the door and walked straight out.

"Will you come back?"

Wanyan Ping subconsciously chased after him to the door, staring intently at Duan Zhengchun's back.

"Perhaps not."

Duan Zhengchun paused slightly, pondered for a moment, and then answered.

He needed to hurry to Huai'an County to reunite with his fellow disciples.

Will we ever meet again?

Wanyan Ping pressed on, realizing she had talked too much tonight.

"We will meet if we are destined."

"This is Mongol territory. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

Duan Zhengchun left behind two sentences and walked into the night without looking back.

Although the feud between Wanyan Ping and the Yelü family has been resolved, if something were to happen to Wanyan Ping, the Yelü family might not be able to protect her, especially since Yelü Chucai would be returning to the Mongol capital soon.

Wanyan Ping opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing. However, as she watched Duan Zhengchun leave, a strange sense of reluctance suddenly arose in her heart.

It was only then that she realized how worried she was about his safety.

...

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Duan Zhengchun stood atop the highest point of an official residence, his sword case slung over his shoulder, completely blending into the darkness. He had already changed into a black outfit.

This is the residence of the corrupt official who ordered the raid on the restaurant!

The security in the courtyard was not tight. There was only a patrol team of five people who would come out to patrol every half incense stick's time. Probably no one would think that someone would dare to trespass here.

After watching the squad pass by him once again, Duan Zhengchun leaped down and rushed straight to a side room in the backyard.

The night was dark, and the entire mansion was very quiet. Apart from the footsteps that were gradually fading away, there was only the intermittent snoring coming from the side rooms.

Duan Zhengchun gently raised his right palm and slowly placed it on the door panel. His innate true energy instantly condensed, silently breaking the door bolt inside. Then, he flashed into the room.

The room was large, and there seemed to be a lingering smell of alcohol in the air, indicating that the corrupt official had drunk quite a bit before going to bed, and the smell hadn't dissipated yet.

Following the sound of snoring, Duan Zhengchun slowly walked towards the bed deep inside the room, his steps so light that it seemed as if he had no strength at all.

However, just as he was five steps away from the bed, his snoring suddenly stopped!

Duan Zhengchun stopped abruptly, frowned slightly, and then curled his lips into a cold smile.

Just then, a muscular figure suddenly jumped up from the bed and rushed towards Duan Zhengchun, holding a sharp curved knife in his hand!

The scimitar hurtled straight toward Duan Zhengchun's face, and he could even faintly smell the bloodstains on the blade!

Just as Duan Zhengchun was about to be cleaved in two by a single blow, he suddenly lunged forward, as fast as lightning!

In the blink of an eye, Duan Zhengchun grabbed the other man's wrist holding the knife with one hand, and with the other hand, he transformed his palm into a claw and directly grabbed the other man's throat!

Duan Zhengchun, whose eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people, showed no signs of being caught off guard and had already seen the fear flashing in the other party's eyes!

He just hadn't expected that the other party would be so vigilant, and that he would even fall asleep with a weapon in his arms!

"You're the garrison commander of Tiger Leap City?!"

Duan Zhengchun stared straight into the other person's eyes, his voice so cold it seemed to chill the entire room.

"Who...who are you?!"

The other person's lips trembled slightly as they mustered their courage and asked a question in return.

"Just answer whatever they ask!"

Duan Zhengchun tightened his grip, his voice growing increasingly cold.

The other person's face instantly contorted in pain, and they struggled to nod.

"Did you order the killing of the restaurant owner and his staff in the city?!"

Duan Zhengchun remained expressionless and continued speaking.

The other person was clearly taken aback for a moment, seemingly having already guessed who Duan Zhengchun was, and nodded hesitantly.

"Crack!"

The moment the other person lowered their head slightly, Duan Zhengchun instantly exerted force with all five fingers and snapped the other person's neck.

Immediately afterwards, the man's body collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless, not knowing in his dying moments who had killed him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Duan Zhengchun turned and walked away, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground again.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Zhengchun had vanished silently into the night, as if he had never been there.

The next morning, news that the garrison commander of Tiger Leap City had been killed in the middle of the night quickly spread throughout the city's streets and alleys.

The two corpses that had been hanging at the entrance of the restaurant had also vanished without a trace.

No one knew what the murderer looked like, or even whether he was male or female. Mongolian soldiers began searching the streets for the murderer, but they had no clue who to arrest.

As a group of people were about to leave the city, Yelü Chucai slowly lowered the brocade curtain in front of the window, his expression slightly solemn.

He knew who the murderer was, of course, but he didn't expect that the garrison commander of Tiger Leap City would die so easily.

However, at this moment, his determination to form an alliance with Duan Zhengchun became even stronger.

...

On the mountain path, a beautiful figure holding a long sword was walking at full speed, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness as she looked around, as if she had lost something important.

Because of the excessive swinging motion, it kept trembling, perhaps due to the long journey, and its back was already soaked with sweat, faintly visible.

Just after the woman hurried past, Duan Zhengchun, riding a white horse, slowly emerged from the nearby woods. He frowned slightly as he looked in the direction the woman had gone.

After leaving Tiger Leap City, he discovered that someone had been secretly following him, and only then did he realize that the person was Wanyan Ping.

After a moment's hesitation, Duan Zhengchun pulled on the reins and chased after Wanyan Ping in the direction she had gone.

That's not the direction to Huai'an Prefecture.

An hour later, at the entrance of an inn in an unnamed town, Wanyan Ping, travel-worn and wiping the sweat from her brow, slowly walked in.

"Young lady, you've finally arrived."

"Your friend has been waiting for you inside for quite some time."

The waiter guarding the door hurriedly came forward, greeting him with a smile.

But Wanyan Ping was stunned and frowned, saying, "My friend?!"

The waiter nodded, gestured for her to enter, and said with a smile, "Yes, miss, please come in."

Wanyan Ping didn't speak, and walked straight inside, a hint of wariness unconsciously appearing between her brows.

She had no friends.

However, when Wan Yanping entered the inn, she suddenly froze on the spot, because she saw a familiar figure sitting at a table, drinking alone in silence.

"Brother Duan?!"

Wanyan Ping exclaimed in surprise and ran quickly to Duan Zhengchun, who had seemingly appeared in the inn by some strange twist of fate. Her excitement was beyond words...