Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Zhao Zhijing died because of his own greed and arrogance.

He probably never dreamed that he would end his life in such a way.

“Ambition…”

"Even if he has made a thousand mistakes, it shouldn't be up to you, an outsider, to decide his life or death!"

Wang Chuyi stood up shakily, looking at Duan Zhengchun with dissatisfaction and criticizing him.

"enough!"

"This is all because you spoiled him! If you had disciplined him strictly, how could he have gone astray?! To be so unscrupulous in his pursuit of the sect leader position?!"

Qiu Chuji stood up abruptly and scolded Wang Chuyi with dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Director Wang could only lower his head helplessly, revealing a look of utter despair.

Although Zhao Zhijing was a scoundrel, he was his most capable and most promising disciple. How could he bear to see him die in public in the main hall?

"Alright, that's enough for today. From now on, no one is allowed to make any unwarranted comments!"

"As for you, from this moment on, you are no longer a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. Go down the mountain!"

Qiu Chuji glanced one last time at Lu Qingdu, whose face was already ashen and who seemed to fear he might die at any moment. He said coldly, then turned and walked toward the back hall.

As Qiu Chuji left, everyone inside and outside the hall gradually dispersed.

Having gained a glimmer of hope, Lu Qingdu disregarded his master's corpse, hurriedly scrambled to his feet, and rushed out of the main hall in a panic, heading straight for the mountain gate.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the two guards in blue robes who followed closely behind, a cold smile appearing on his lips, before finally leaving the main hall.

In the dead of night, Duan Zhengchun sat alone in front of Wang Chongyang's tomb, holding a gourd of wine in his hand. Before each drink, he would pour a little wine onto Wang Chongyang's grave.

He knew that Wang Chongyang had begun to restrain himself with the rules of the sect after he founded the Quanzhen Sect, but a man as upright as Wang Chongyang must have once been a man who ate meat and drank wine heartily.

The sword case containing the Lingxiao Sword now stands on the tombstone. It was once Wang Chongyang's sword, and now it has become the only connection between him and his grandmaster whom he has never met.

Looking back on the past year since his rebirth, he had many feelings, the most profound of which was on this Chaomu Cliff. Thinking about it now, it felt like yesterday.

The thatched hut not far away is still there, but it has been covered in dust for too long since anyone has lived there. However, Duan Zhengchun still remembers the things that happened inside very well.

Day after day of cultivation beneath the rock face...

The old man caught him secretly eating chicken legs...

He taught Lin Zhiyuan martial arts...

With Lu Wushuang's...

Too many memories flooded Duan Zhengchun's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, tilting his head back and taking a few big gulps.

With Zhao Zhijing dead, Lin Zhiyuan's future position as sect leader will no longer be threatened, and he can finally rest easy.

Just then, footsteps were heard, and a guard in blue robes slowly climbed up Chaomu Cliff and quickly came to Duan Zhengchun.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, Lu Qingdu is dead."

The guard in blue robes bowed respectfully while reporting in a low voice.

Duan Zhengchun didn't speak, but simply waved his hand casually, signaling the guards in blue to leave. Then he continued to lean against the tombstone and drink alone.

Qiu Chuji released Lu Qingdu out of kindness, but he would never show mercy. The two of them, master and disciple, were both implicated in the things Zhao Zhijing had done in the past.

In fact, the two of them were already doomed before he returned to the mountain.

He never carried a dagger.

The next morning, Duan Zhengchun bid farewell to Qiu Chuji and Lin Zhiyuan, and set off again alone on horseback, heading straight for Xiangyang.

...

Half a month later.

The Mongol army attacked Xiangyang once again. The defenders of Fancheng, Huai'an and Xiangyang joined forces, and with the reinforcements sent by the imperial court, they stubbornly blocked the advancing Mongol army outside the city of Xiangyang.

In addition, Guo Jing and his many heroes from the martial arts world also caused considerable trouble for the Mongol army. After all, it is easy to dodge open attacks but difficult to guard against hidden arrows. After the two armies clashed during the day, martial arts masters would sneak into the camp at night to assassinate them, making it almost impossible for them to eat or sleep peacefully.

However, after several days, the Mongol army became increasingly vigilant, and Guo Jing no longer found an opportunity.

After several days of fierce fighting, both sides suffered heavy casualties, but neither side was willing to give up.

One side launched a prolonged attack but failed to break through, while the other side held firm and refused to retreat!

A protracted battle ensued.

Inside a restaurant in the city, Duan Zhengchun sat facing Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong.

The only person who could get Zhou Botong and Huang Yaoshi to sit at the same table and drink together was probably Duan Zhengchun, although the atmosphere at the time wasn't exactly harmonious.

"If it weren't for Brother Yin's sake, I would never have stayed a moment longer!"

Zhou Botong pouted and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"If it weren't for fighting against the Mongol Tartars, I wouldn't even have come to Xiangyang!"

Huang Yaoshi had a stern face, looking equally sullen.

The two had just fought dozens of rounds on the street outside the restaurant, ending in a draw with neither gaining the upper hand, and neither was willing to admit defeat verbally.

"In that case, there's no need for you two to insist on comparing your strengths and weaknesses, is there?"

"For my sake, how about we turn enemies into friends first?"

Duan Zhengchun gave a wry smile and personally filled the wine glasses for the two of them.

"Since Brother Yin has spoken, then I will let it go for now!"

Huang Yaoshi hesitated for a moment, then rolled his eyes at Zhou Botong and said.

"Hmph, I'm only doing this because of Brother Yin!"

Zhou Botong snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and raised his wine cup, gesturing for the three of them to clink glasses. The two of them deliberately turned their heads away, tilted their necks, touched glasses, and then tilted their heads back and drank them down in one gulp.

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Linglong quickly climbed the stairs, approached Duan Zhengchun, whispered a few words in his ear, then bowed to Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong before slowly retreating.

"What's wrong, Brother Yin? Has something happened?"

Upon seeing this, Huang Yaoshi immediately became serious and asked in a soft voice.

Now that things have come to this, the existence of the Green Robe Guard is no longer a secret. Just like the Demonic Sword of the Azure Sky, it will eventually come to light.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the Quanzhen Sect produced a traitor who devoted himself to cultivation and became a legendary swordsman, punishing evil and upholding justice, a figure who was both righteous and wicked.

He also established a female-led Qingyi Guard under his command. The women in the guard were all highly skilled, extremely intelligent, and as beautiful as celestial beings. They were lurking in any place under the sky that you could or could not imagine.

"The Qingyi Guard has discovered that martial arts masters under Kublai Khan's command have infiltrated Xiangyang City, and they seem to be trying to emulate Brother Guo by assassinating the Song Dynasty's garrison commander."

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the curious Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong, and said calmly.

"How despicable! They do whatever others do! If we withdraw, will they withdraw too?"

"Wouldn't that mean we wouldn't have to fight anymore, and so many people wouldn't have died? Right?"

Zhou Botong grumbled and cursed, then suddenly had a brilliant idea and asked with a smile.

Huang Yaoshi rolled his eyes at Zhou Botong and said in a deep voice, "If only the Mongol Tartars were as smart as you! We wouldn't have had to fight a single battle!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but laugh. He knew that Huang Yaoshi was teasing Zhou Botong, so he continued, "The Mongol Tartars will not retreat easily, and judging from the current situation, as long as they continue to besiege Xiangyang, we will eventually run out of ammunition and food."

"However, they may not fare well if things continue like this. If they continue to occupy the area outside Xiangyang, they will still need to consume large amounts of food and supplies. It remains to be seen who can hold out the longest!"

Zhou Botong shook his head helplessly and muttered, "I was just saying that; I know the Mongol Tartars won't give up easily..."

Seeing that both of them looked rather serious, Duan Zhengchun smiled and said, "Since someone has delivered themselves to our doorstep, would you two be interested in playing with them for a bit?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Botong, who had just been somewhat disappointed, immediately looked at Duan Zhengchun with shining eyes and excitedly exclaimed, "Great! Great! How do we play?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at the two equally curious people, pursed his lips and revealed a sly smile, but said nothing more.

...

under night.

General's Mansion.

Several black figures silently leaped onto the wall, then darted into the courtyard, heading towards the side rooms on the front and left and right sides respectively.

Perhaps due to the fighting over the past few days, everyone was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The entire general's mansion was pitch black, with no guards in sight. Only the sound of snoring could be heard coming from the three side rooms and the row of houses not far away.

After reaching the doorway, the group turned around, exchanged glances, nodded to each other, and then slipped inside.

Their target was clearly the three generals defending Xiangyang!

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