Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

The fighting continued, screams echoed, and people from both sides fell into pools of blood! The casualties were heavy!

After an unknown amount of time, the battle finally came to an end. Almost all the guards wearing skull masks in the ancient temple had been killed or wounded, leaving only the two old men and a dozen or so of their men, all of whom were surrounded in an open area in the ancient temple.

Although the women in green also suffered considerable casualties, they were still everywhere, each with a blank expression and blood dripping continuously from their long swords.

At this moment, a figure wearing a straw hat and carrying a wine pot slowly appeared at the entrance of the ancient temple on a white horse, and then slowly entered the ancient temple, stepping over the corpses and blood on the ground.

It was Duan Zhengchun!

Soon, Duan Zhengchun rode his horse to the center of the crowd and appeared in front of the two black-robed old men.

Upon seeing Duan Zhengchun appear, one of the old men in black robes visibly took a half step back and subconsciously touched his shoulder.

"Finding your hideout is really not easy. I didn't expect you to be hiding in these deep mountains. You really are a bunch of rats who can't stand the light of day!"

Duan Zhengchun slowly raised his head, glanced at the two black-robed elders, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on his lips.

For the past two weeks, he has been leading the Green-Clad Guards to hunt down members of the Divine Firmament Sect everywhere, from Lin'an to Tong'an City, from branch altars to their lair. Wherever they went, not a single member of the Divine Firmament Sect survived!

That's why the Shenxiao Sect has always been on high alert, because they have guessed that Duan Zhengchun will definitely find them.

In fact, Duan Zhengchun deliberately let the old man in black robes leave the palace that day. From the moment the old man in black robes left the palace, he was already being followed secretly by the Qingyi Guards.

He promised Qiu Chuji and Lin Zhiyuan that he would make these people pay the price!

"It was all instigated by the Song Emperor, why must you now drive us to such a desperate act?!"

Another old man, whose status was clearly higher than that of the black-robed elder who had escaped from Lin'an, looked at Duan Zhengchun and said in a deep voice, his words filled with resentment.

"At this point, it no longer matters who was instigated. From the moment they launched their sneak attack on the Quanzhen Sect, your fate was sealed."

"If you know what's good for you, commit suicide now to avoid physical suffering."

Duan Zhengchun looked coldly at the two black-robed elders and said expressionlessly.

"Your Excellency is far too blindly confident!"

"How can you be so sure you can kill us?!"

The old man in black robes at the head of the group snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"In that case, I will personally send you on your way!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting on horseback, flashed out in an instant. With a sword cry, the Lingxiao Sword was drawn!

The two black-robed elders dared not delay and hurriedly brandished their black-gold ancient swords, rushing towards Duan Zhengchun!

However, in the blink of an eye, the two black-robed elders collapsed to the ground, and the dozen or so men who had been guarding them had instantly become victims of Duan Zhengchun's sword!

Now, if Duan Zhengchun wants to kill someone, no one can escape the fate of death!

"You think you can become the orthodox sect of the Xuanmen (Taoist sects) in the world?!"

"That's ridiculous!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at the two black-robed old men lying on the ground with disdain, his eyes full of contempt.

"us..."

The old man in black robes who was leading the group wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Duan Zhengchun flashed past him and then fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck!

Such a disparity in strength is perhaps something he could never have imagined!

The remaining black-robed elder who had escaped from Lin'an trembled uncontrollably as he looked down at Duan Zhengchun, who was emanating a murderous aura from him. He was so overwhelmed that he could not move an inch.

Forget about resisting, he doesn't even have the strength to run away now.

Duan Zhengchun slowly turned his head to look at the old man in black robes, a strange and cold smile appearing on his lips.

"You deliberately let me leave the palace..."

Only then did he finally understand everything, but it was too late.

"if not?"

Duan Zhengchun said with a smile, casually waving his Lingxiao sword. Immediately afterward, the man in black robes lay on the ground, not even having time to leave a last word.

With a crisp sound, the skull mask on his face cracked open, revealing a disgruntled, frowning face.

But Duan Zhengchun had already turned around, picked up the white horse, and slowly walked away, without glancing at the corpse on the ground again, and even until the very end, he did not know what the man in black looked like.

To him, what the enemy looked like was completely unimportant, especially since it was just a dead man.

At this point, the entire Shenxiao Sect, from top to bottom, was eradicated, leaving no survivors!

This is what happens when you anger Duan Zhengchun!

...

A few months later.

At the summit of Qixia Mountain.

Duan Zhengchun and Xiaolongnu sat nestled together in a pavilion on the edge of a cliff, watching Ying'er playing on the open ground nearby, each with a satisfied smile on their faces.

Since having Ying'er, Duan Zhengchun no longer yearns for the martial arts world as he used to, but has come to enjoy this leisurely life.

Living in seclusion on Qixia Mountain, with wine, women, and children, he was happy and content, living like an immortal.

Moreover, since he reached the peak of his martial arts, he has lost interest in the fighting and killing in the martial world. Now, he can find no opponent in the world, just like the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai in his prime.

However, unlike the Sword Demon, who would feel lonely and isolated because he had no opponents, he did not, because he was never alone.

"When Ying'er grows up, what kind of person do you hope she will become? Do you want her to live a carefree life on Qixia Mountain, or do you want her to become a respected female knight-errant like Lady Huang?"

After a long while, Xiaolongnu suddenly turned to look at Duan Zhengchun and asked a serious question.

During their time on Qixia Mountain, Duan Zhengchun tirelessly taught Ying'er martial arts, even though Ying'er was only three years old.

"That depends on what kind of person she wants to become. I won't choose for her, much less force her."

“I taught her martial arts so that she could protect herself when she grew up and wouldn’t be bullied by others.”

Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, looked at his daughter not far away with a loving expression, and said meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Xiaolongnu chuckled softly and leaned gently against Duan Zhengchun's shoulder.

She liked the answer.

Just then, footsteps approached, and a guard in blue robes quickly entered the pavilion.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, we have just received news that Li Mochou, the leader of the Desolate City branch, is seriously injured and has been poisoned! Her condition is critical!"

The guards in blue robes bowed and reported loudly.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun and Xiaolongnu, who were sitting on the bench, were both startled at the same time!

"what happened?!"

Duan Zhengchun stood up abruptly and asked in a deep voice.

"The Wei sisters, who were hiding in the Western Regions, were suddenly ambushed and killed. The perpetrators are unknown, but they are highly skilled in martial arts and seem to have come specifically for our Green-Clad Guards!"

"In order to find out the truth, Chief Li led a group to the Western Regions to investigate, but he was seriously injured and was later brought back to the desolate city by his subordinates at the cost of their lives!"

The guards in blue robes lowered their heads, their expressions equally solemn.

"Immediately send someone to Butterfly Valley to invite the Indian monk to the desolate city! Report back immediately if there is any news!"

Duan Zhengchun frowned, gave a deep command, and then turned to look at Xiaolongnu beside him.

Li Mochou was in imminent danger, and he had to go to the desolate city of Muye.

"I'll go with you!"

Seeing this, Xiaolongnu stood up and spoke before Duan Zhengchun could even speak.

"Their origins are unknown, and it might be dangerous for us to go to the Western Regions. Perhaps you and Ying'er should stay here..."

"I don't care! It's precisely because the enemy is in the shadows and we are in the light that I'm going with you! Don't worry, I'll take good care of Ying'er, she'll be fine!"

"Without further ado, let's set off immediately!"

Duan Zhengchun wanted to offer some advice, but he was interrupted by Xiaolongnu before he could finish speaking.

Seeing Xiaolongnu's resolute expression, Duan Zhengchun did not refuse again. He nodded and immediately took Xiaolongnu and his daughter back to Yanyu Pavilion.

After a stick of incense had burned, a carriage sped down Qixia Mountain and headed west.

...

Ten days later.

The deserted city of Makino.

In front of the Qingyiwei branch, a carriage with a blue dragon totem printed on its side slowly came to a stop. Lu Wushuang, who was driving the carriage, immediately lifted the brocade curtain at the carriage door.

Duan Zhengchun took the lead, jumping off the carriage and walking quickly inside.

Little Dragon Girl, holding her daughter's hand, then stepped out of the carriage. She glanced at the anxious Duan Zhengchun and quickly followed...