Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"call out!"

Just as the enemy's steel blade was about to strike Huang Rong, a sword's cry pierced the sky, and the enemy who had attacked from behind was sent flying backward, blade and all!

While still in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a loud crash, the steel knife in his hand and his body were split in two almost simultaneously!

Upon seeing this, everyone stopped moving and stared in horror at the gruesome corpse on the ground!

Duan Zhengchun, holding the Lingxiao Sword, slowly landed on the ground. His eyes were filled with a powerful killing intent that made everyone feel breathless.

Huang Rong turned around slowly with a stiff expression, and when she found that the person who came was Duan Zhengchun, her expression changed slightly, and her brows furrowed with seriousness.

"who are you?!"

"How could someone be so ruthless?!"

The middle-aged man who had just mocked Huang Rong glared at Duan Zhengchun and asked sharply, though his words were harsh, his eyes were filled with fear.

"A single sword strike can shatter the heavens!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at the man expressionlessly, and with a flick of his sword, he uttered a cold sentence.

"Huh?! Lingxiao?! That's the Lingxiao Sword?!"

"You are the Sword Demon of the Azure Sky?!"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's answer, the enemies present were all taken aback and cried out in alarm as they retreated. Although their faces were covered, it was clear that they were already ashen-faced!

Over the past three years, legends about Duan Zhengchun have spread throughout the martial arts world, but no one knows his identity. Over time, people in the martial arts world have begun to call him the Sword Demon of Lingxiao!

Because his sword is fast and ruthless!

Everyone who has seen him draw his sword is dead!

Seeing that several enemies were about to escape, Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes and rushed out once again like lightning, his ghostly figure instantly transforming into five afterimages!

Five screams rang out almost simultaneously!

Five corpses fell to the ground in response! Not a single one survived!

Duan Zhengchun flicked his wrist, shaking off the blood droplets on the sword's edge. He casually removed the black veil covering the face of the man who had spoken earlier, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Han people!

After a moment's hesitation, Duan Zhengchun sheathed his sword. As he reached out with his left hand, the sword case standing not far away flew into his hand automatically. He then put the Lingxiao sword back into the sword case.

Huang Rong stood there dumbfounded, her brows furrowed with astonishment. She had never imagined that Duan Zhengchun was the Lingxiao Sword Demon who had become famous throughout the martial arts world in the past three years!

"You are hurt?"

Duan Zhengchun slowly approached, glanced at the two hidden darts still embedded in Huang Rong's chest, and couldn't help but frown.

Upon hearing the words, Huang Rong felt the sharp pain in her chest again. She couldn't help but groan, clutching her chest and staggering a couple of steps, almost falling over.

Duan Zhengchun quickly stepped forward and helped Huang Rong up, his eyes filled with worry.

How did you end up here?

Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun and asked, puzzled.

"I heard you led men to pursue the Mongol spies. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I followed you. Luckily, I didn't arrive too late."

Duan Zhengchun frowned as he examined the wound on Huang Rong's chest.

"I never imagined you were the Sword Demon Lingxiao..."

Huang Rong murmured, still unable to calm her surprise.

"You are badly injured, and the dart was coated with a deadly poison. You must receive immediate medical attention!"

Duan Zhengchun frowned, ignoring Huang Rong's astonishment, and gave a stern reminder.

"If I hadn't been pregnant, how could those people have been a match for me!"

Huang Rong glanced down at her wound and said through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but shudder, a solemn expression flashing between his brows.

"Brother Yin, please send me back as soon as possible..."

"That's too late!"

Before Huang Rong could finish speaking, Duan Zhengchun interrupted her, glanced around, picked her up, and leaped towards a nearby cliff.

After finding a relatively secluded spot on the cliff, Duan Zhengchun helped Huang Rong sit down and began to treat her wounds.

"what you do?!"

Upon seeing this, Huang Rong was instantly at a loss.

Her injury was in a very sensitive area, and if Duan Zhengchun saw it, she didn't know how she would face him in the future.

"Do not talk!"

Duan Zhengchun said in a deep voice, and directly slapped Huang Rong's shoulder with his palm, knocking out the two hidden darts in her chest. He then quickly sealed Huang Rong's acupoints, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate his innate true energy to expel the poison and heal Huang Rong's injuries.

Looking at Duan Zhengchun sitting face to face with her, Huang Rong blushed and wished she could disappear into the ground.

"Close your eyes!"

While circulating his internal energy, Duan Zhengchun gave a command.

Huang Rong immediately closed her eyes, feeling the innate true energy surging into her body. Suddenly, she felt a strange sense of security, and the intense pain from her wounds slowly disappeared.

She had never had such intimate contact with any man other than her husband.

She would never have agreed if it weren't for the child in her womb, but now that things have come to this, she has no choice but to compromise. Otherwise, if the toxins in her body affect the fetus, it will be a huge problem.

However, she also felt a little guilty towards her husband Guo Jing because the person in front of her was, after all, Guo Jing's brother.

Two hours later, Duan Zhengchun finally finished his practice.

Huang Rong's body has been completely expelled of toxins, and she has fallen into a deep sleep. However, she will recover after a few days of rest.

Seeing Huang Rong fast asleep, Duan Zhengchun breathed a sigh of relief. He gently helped Huang Rong to a rock and sat her down, then took off his long robe and draped it over her shoulders.

Recalling everything that had just happened, Duan Zhengchun shook his head helplessly, got up and walked to the side, took the wine gourd from his waist and took a few big gulps.

He somewhat complained that he met Huang Rong too late; now she was someone else's wife and pregnant.

Guo Jing was a person he had always admired, and he really didn't want to take someone else's wife.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sun had already set on the horizon, and night was gradually falling.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and Huang Rong finally awoke.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Duan Zhengchun leaning against a rock, and then she found that her clothes had been arranged and she was wearing Duan Zhengchun's long robe.

Perhaps she was thinking of something, because her cheeks suddenly turned bright red.

In front of Duan Zhengchun, she actually showed a long-lost girlish shyness.

"You're awake? Your injuries are all healed. You just need to rest for a while, and it won't affect the fetus."

Duan Zhengchun said something without turning his head, then tilted his head back and took a sip of wine.

"Thank you!"

Huang Rong nodded gratefully and said softly.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and gently shook his head.

"I hope Brother Yin will keep today's events to yourself and not mention them to anyone after you return..."

Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, then whispered her instructions in a voice barely above a whisper.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said calmly, "I understand. Please keep my identity a secret, sister-in-law. You are the only person in the world who knows that I am Lingxiao Sword Demon."

Huang Rong nodded silently, slowly stood up, returned the long robe to Duan Zhengchun, and prepared to leave.

However, she did not take a carriage or a horse when she left the city, so she can only walk back now.

Duan Zhengchun watched Huang Rong slowly walk down the mountain, feeling as if something was suddenly missing in his heart. He gave a helpless bitter smile and slowly followed her.

On the way to Xiangyang, Huang Rong and Duan Zhengchun walked one after the other, with Huang Rong on foot and Duan Zhengchun riding on horseback.

He had invited Huang Rong to ride a horse with him, but Huang Rong refused, seemingly determined to walk all the way back.

Night had already fallen, and a bright moon hung in the sky. Under the glittering starlight, two figures stretched out long, so close yet so far.

After a long while, Duan Zhengchun couldn't bear to watch any longer. He quickly caught up with Huang Rong, dismounted, picked her up, and placed her on the horse's back.

Huang Rong looked at Duan Zhengchun, seemingly at a loss, as if she hadn't expected him to be so bold.

"It's already dark. If you keep walking like this, you'll collapse halfway there."

Duan Zhengchun led the way, holding the reins, and said something casually.

Hearing such caring words, Huang Rong, sitting on horseback, didn't know what to say. A touch of emotion unconsciously appeared in her eyes as she looked at Duan Zhengchun.

Her impression of Duan Zhengchun had been changing without her realizing it.

It was already past midnight when the two returned to the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

Guo Jing, who had already returned from Huai'an, rushed out upon hearing that his wife had safely returned to the Beggars' Sect...