Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"You brought me back?! How exactly did I get injured?! Is it related to you?!"

On the training ground, Duan Zhengchun gripped Zhao Zhijing's throat with one hand, exuding murderous intent.

The disciples of the sect lay sprawled on the side, each with a pained expression on their face!

Just now, Duan Zhengchun, who had been diagnosed with the loss of all his martial arts skills, easily broke through the famous Tiangang Beidou Sword Formation of the Quanzhen Sect on his own, and was completely unharmed!

"Junior Brother Yin...don't you really remember? If I hadn't risked my life to rescue you from all the encirclement, you would have died in the Northern Desert long ago!"

"How could this have anything to do with me?! What, you're not suspecting me of harming you, are you?!"

Zhao Zhijing's face turned red, his voice was agitated, and a look of disappointment and anger appeared on his face.

However, he was terrified because although his martial arts skills were slightly better than Yin Zhiping's, he suddenly found himself powerless to defend himself during their fight!

Duan Zhengchun frowned, lost in thought once more, his eyes filled with struggle.

He had been thinking about it for a long time, but still didn't know what had happened. So he wanted to leave and head to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song to find his wife and children, but Zhao Zhijing stopped him with dozens of men, which is why he took action.

"Zhiping! Don't do anything rash! Release your senior brother at once!"

Not far away, two elders looked anxiously at Duan Zhengchun. One of them was Hao Datong, the sixth of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who had treated Duan Zhengchun's injuries during the day.

The person who shouted was none other than Zhao Zhijing's master, Yu Yangzi, Wang Chuyi, who ranked fifth among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!

"His dantian was clearly destroyed and he had lost all his power, so how could he still possess such formidable skills?!"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Hao Datong stared blankly at Duan Zhengchun, who had subdued Zhao Zhijing with just one hand, his face full of shock as he shook his head repeatedly.

"stop!"

Just then, a loud shout rang out, and a figure rapidly approached from afar.

Qiu Chuji!

"Master, Yin Zhiping has shown no regard for our fellow disciples and attacked us. I think he's truly gone mad!"

"We implore you, Master, to uphold justice!"

Upon seeing Qiu Chuji arrive, Wang Chuyi hurriedly spoke.

Qiu Chuji slowly walked into the training ground, looking sternly at Duan Zhengchun, whose face was contorted in struggle, and said sternly, "Zhiping! How can you kill your fellow disciples?! Stop now!"

"If you continue to act so recklessly, be careful you don't get expelled from the sect!"

Hao Datong then loudly added a sentence.

The Quanzhen Sect disciples around them also drew their swords and surrounded the training ground, each with a wary expression.

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and looked around, feeling the hostility in the eyes of these people, and finally hesitated before letting go of their hands.

Having regained his freedom, Zhao Zhijing covered his neck, coughed hurriedly, and hid to the side. Still shaken, he looked at Duan Zhengchun, who had his back to him, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Five red finger marks were clearly visible on his neck!

As the eldest disciple, he had never been so humiliated as he was today!

"Why haven't you apologized to your fellow disciples yet?!"

Qiu Chuji kept a straight face and kept giving Duan Zhengchun meaningful glances.

Even if he were the head of the sect, he couldn't possibly condone and indulge his beloved disciple in front of so many people.

However, Duan Zhengchun did not say a word and turned around to continue walking towards the mountain gate.

"Stop right there! Where are you going?!"

Qiu Chuji frowned slightly and asked sternly.

"My wife and children are still at Shaolin Temple, I have to go find them!"

Duan Zhengchun said something casually and left without looking back.

Even now, he still feels like he's in the middle of an elaborate scam.

But before he could take a few steps, a figure flashed, and Qiu Chuji appeared in front of him, blocking his way down the mountain.

"Get out of the way!"

Duan Zhengchun clenched his fists and said coldly.

He could tell that among everyone present, only this old Taoist priest harbored goodwill towards him, and he even felt somewhat close to him, so he did not want to attack the old Taoist priest.

"You cannot leave. Come back with me!"

Qiu Chuji looked at Duan Zhengchun with a serious expression, showing no intention of backing down.

His beloved disciple was seriously injured and delirious; how could he let him go down the mountain like this?

However, Duan Zhengchun was concerned about the safety of his wife and children and did not want to get entangled in the matter. Helpless, he suddenly rushed out like lightning and attacked Qiu Chuji with a palm strike!

Everyone around was stunned by what they saw!

To attack one's own master is utterly rebellious!

Qiu Chuji was taken aback. Without thinking, he hastily swung out a palm as well!

A loud bang was followed by a huge gust of air that exploded between the two of them!

Then everyone was stunned! A huge uproar erupted!

Because after Duan Zhengchun exchanged blows with Qiu Chuji, he actually only took one step back!

Although Qiu Chuji acted hastily, he must have left himself some room to maneuver. However, among the third-generation disciples, no one could fight the sect leader and only take a step back!

Qiu Chuji was dumbfounded!

Because he sensed a strange and powerful internal force within his beloved disciple's body, and it was not the internal energy of the Quanzhen Sect at all!

"Could he really not be Zhiping?! Even if the sect leader showed mercy, given Zhiping's skill level, it's impossible for him to only take a step back after exchanging blows with the sect leader and be completely unharmed!"

Hao Datong, who was not far away, exclaimed again, his face full of shock.

The surrounding disciples were also astonished, and a murmur of discussion arose.

"Surprised? I only used half my strength in that palm strike just now!"

"If I hadn't been so badly injured, no one here could have stopped me!"

Duan Zhengchun sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully.

He was already injured, and after several attacks, his injuries worsened, and he almost completely exhausted the half of his original strength that he had recovered.

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, everyone around was stunned again, but they immediately shook their heads, still believing that Duan Zhengchun was insane and no one believed his boastful words.

But Qiu Chuji was secretly delighted. He had thought his beloved disciple would be a cripple from now on, but now it seemed there was still a chance!

“Zhiping, you are badly injured. Even if you want to leave, you should wait until you are fully recovered. Otherwise, you will not only fail to save your wife and children, but you will also lose your own life.”

"Listen to your master, come back with me first, and I will personally heal your wounds."

Qiu Chuji looked at Duan Zhengchun with concern and tried to persuade him earnestly, even going so far as to agree with Duan Zhengchun's words.

Looking at Qiu Chuji's kind face, Duan Zhengchun felt a warm current in his heart. Although he was not Yin Zhiping, Qiu Chuji was indeed old enough to be his teacher.

“You’re an honest man, more down-to-earth than him.”

Facing Qiu Chuji, he suppressed his hostility, chuckled, and pointed to Zhao Zhijing behind him.

But the moment he turned around, he saw Zhao Zhijing holding a long sword, swiftly thrusting it toward his back!

"Zhijing! No!"

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji immediately tried to stop him, but it was too late; Zhao Zhijing's sword was already in front of Duan Zhengchun!

However, just when everyone thought Duan Zhengchun was doomed, Duan Zhengchun suddenly stretched out his right hand, bent his four fingers, and his index finger flashed like lightning to meet the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out instantly!

"what!"

Then came a scream!

Zhao Zhijing, who originally intended to ambush Duan Zhengchun from behind, was sent flying backward. His long sword flew out of his hand and he crashed heavily several feet away like a big meatball!

"One-Finger Divine Skill?!"

Standing by the training ground, Yu Yangzi Wang Chuyi exclaimed in alarm and rushed anxiously toward his beloved disciple Zhao Zhijing, who was lying on the ground, spitting blood.

Upon hearing the words "One-Finger Divine Skill," everyone around was stunned and stared in horror at Duan Zhengchun, who was constantly bringing shock to everyone.

Qiu Chuji also looked bewildered, his heart filled with surprise, joy, and worry.

However, Duan Zhengchun had already exhausted all his true energy, and his vision went black as he fell straight backward.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji had no time to think about the trouble that might follow. He rushed forward and helped the fallen Duan Zhengchun up. Then, with a few leaps, he carried Duan Zhengchun deep into Chongyang Palace.

It's already incredible that Duan Zhengchun could withstand a palm strike from the sect leader and still stand, but now he's actually using the One-Finger Divine Skill, the signature move of Master Yideng, one of the Five Great Masters of the World!

A huge cloud of doubt hung over everyone's heads.

To switch allegiance to another sect is tantamount to betraying one's own sect, something that no sect in the martial arts world can tolerate!

Having returned severely injured, Duan Zhengchun has violated three precepts of the Quanzhen Sect within just half a day, his future uncertain and his fate unpredictable...