Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Today is the day the Quanzhen Sect will be destroyed!"

The middle-aged man sneered, picked up his curved knife and walked straight toward Hao Datong, who was already lying on the ground. Then he raised the knife in his hand and slashed directly at Hao's neck!

"call out!"

A crisp sound of air being cut suddenly rang out above the stone steps. Immediately afterwards, the curved blade that was originally aimed at Hao Datong's neck was seen to deviate from its trajectory and slam into the bluestone steps, bursting into countless sparks!

Immediately afterward, a gray afterimage flashed like a ghost and appeared directly in front of the middle-aged man, while simultaneously striking the man's chest with a palm!

The middle-aged man was taken aback and, in his haste, had no choice but to strike back with a palm!

As their palms met, a muffled thud rang out instantly, accompanied by a burst of powerful true energy!

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man lost his balance and stumbled backward more than ten steps before barely managing to regain his footing!

Upon seeing this scene, Qiu Chuji, who was lying in front of the main hall, was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile. His brows showed worry, relief, and reproach.

Duan Zhengchun stood with one hand behind his back, expressionless as he looked at the middle-aged man he had forced back. His gray Taoist robe trembled slightly with the burst of true energy, exuding an imposing aura.

"Senior Brother Yin is here!"

"Senior Brother Yin is here!"

Meanwhile, the disciples of the sect who were fighting the twelve assassins in black cheered and shouted excitedly.

The twelve assassins in black seemed to have also noticed Duan Zhengchun's strength, and they all gathered around the middle-aged man.

"Uncle Hao, are you alright?"

After posing for a while, Duan Zhengchun felt it was about right, then turned around and smiled as he helped Hao Datong up from the ground.

"It's nothing serious, just some minor cuts and bruises..."

Hao Datong stared blankly at Duan Zhengchun and casually replied, not knowing what he had said. He only knew that Duan Zhengchun had forced the highly skilled middle-aged man back with a single move!

It was only at this moment that he realized that Zhiping had actually been hiding his strength when he fought him that day!

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Hao to take care of my master for me. I'll handle the rest."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and pointed to Qiu Chuji, who was leaning against the entrance of the main hall, and said slowly.

As he spoke, he glanced, intentionally or unintentionally, at Wang Chuyi, who was also lying on the ground with serious injuries. Wang Chuyi was also looking at him, but his expression was extremely solemn, and his brows were almost furrowed into a knot.

After Hao Datong helped Wang Chuyi up and they returned to Qiu Chuji's side, Duan Zhengchun turned to look at the middle-aged man who was standing motionless not far away, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

"Who are you?! This is a matter between us and the Quanzhen Sect, and it has nothing to do with outsiders!"

"If you know what's good for you, I advise you not to get involved, lest you get splattered with blood!"

The middle-aged man stared intently at Duan Zhengchun, his voice icy, but his demeanor was clearly no longer as arrogant as when he faced Qiu Chuji and the others.

"blind?"

Duan Zhengchun frowned, couldn't help but lean forward, and deliberately raised his hand and waved it in front of the middle-aged man.

"You bastard! You're the one who's blind! I'm asking you who you are! And why are you meddling in this?!"

The middle-aged man stared wide-eyed, questioning him with dissatisfaction.

"Since you're not blind, can't you tell what kind of Taoist robe I'm wearing?"

“I am a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, the eldest disciple of Master Changchun. You insist that I am not a member of the Quanzhen Sect. What, are you scared?”

Duan Zhengchun sneered, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather contempt, completely disregarding the middle-aged man who had injured three Quanzhen disciples.

"Impossible! How could there be such a highly skilled martial artist among the third-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect?! Moreover, if I wasn't mistaken, you were using the One-Finger Divine Skill of the Dali Duan family!"

"Could it be that you are from the Duan family of Dali?!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand dismissively, showing no belief in Duan Zhengchun's words.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you. Who I am is unimportant, and who you are is also unimportant. I only want to ask you, who hurt my master?!"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head impatiently, looked coldly at the thirteen men in black in front of him, and asked in a cold voice.

The middle-aged man frowned and sized up Duan Zhengchun a few times, then looked at Qiu Chuji and the other two behind Duan Zhengchun with puzzlement, and his brows furrowed even more.

He had originally received information that only the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Qiu Chuji, was on par with him in martial arts, so he was determined to win tonight. However, he did not expect that a young man of unknown origin would suddenly appear, completely disrupting his plans.

"Zhiping, it was he who injured the sect leader!"

At this moment, Hao Datong, who was guarding Qiu Chuji, shouted at the top of his lungs.

Duan Zhengchun's face instantly darkened. He stared intently into the middle-aged man's eyes and said, "Since you have injured my master, then leave your life behind."

"Since you say that what I just used wasn't Quanzhen Sect's martial arts, then I'll show you what Quanzhen Sect's ultimate techniques are!"

"Lin Zhiyuan!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Duan Zhengchun dashed out like lightning, heading straight for the middle-aged man with incredible speed!

At the same time, a long sword pierced through the air!

Duan Zhengchun leaped into the air, grabbed the longsword, and thrust it at the middle-aged man! With a flick of his wrist, one sword became three!

Three sword shadows shot straight at the middle-aged man's three vital points! Swift as lightning!

The middle-aged man was taken aback. He hadn't expected Duan Zhengchun's movements to be so fast, and his sword strike to be even faster! He didn't give him any time to react at all!

In a moment of desperation, the middle-aged man hurriedly pulled his two subordinates in front of him to block them, and with one hand holding a curved knife, he quickly raised it and swung it from top to bottom at Duan Zhengchun, who was rushing straight at him, completely disregarding the lives of his own men!

Wherever the sword touched, the two black-clad assassins who were blocking the middle-aged man instantly vomited blood, their throats pierced at the same time!

The middle-aged man, who thought he had finally found the perfect opportunity to strike, hadn't even had time to swing his curved blade when he suddenly saw Duan Zhengchun's longsword reappear in front of him in a bizarre way!

But that sword strike was clearly an old move! How could it possibly have a final, deadly attack hidden within?!

"what!"

With a scream, the middle-aged man staggered and fell into the arms of his subordinate behind him, a deep sword wound on his chest revealing the bone! His scimitar had already flown out of his hand!

That final sword strike not only knocked his weapon away but also severely injured him!

Everyone present was stunned and stood there in shock!

Especially Qiu Chuji and the other two near the entrance of the main hall, because only the three of them could see that Duan Zhengchun's sword move just now actually combined the two sword techniques of "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" and "The First Sword of the East"!

It appears to be three moves, but in reality, it's just one sword strike!

Such bizarre swordsmanship has never been achieved by anyone since the founding of the Quanzhen Sect!

Nobody would use it like that!

The most shocked were Hao Datong and Wang Chuyi. They never expected that Qiu Chuji would pass on even the number one swordsman in the East to "Yin Zhiping"! Moreover, "Yin Zhiping" had acquired such unfathomable skills in just half a month!

This sword technique can only be practiced by the sect leader; they had only seen their master, Wang Chongyang, demonstrate it back then!

"You trespassed into the Quanzhen Sect and injured my master and uncle-master! How hateful! You used your own people to save your own life in this crisis! How shameful!"

"Such a hateful and shameful person deserves to die!"

Duan Zhengchun gripped his long sword, pointing it diagonally at the ground, staring intently into the middle-aged man's terrified eyes, and spoke each word clearly.

An invisible fear instantly gripped the middle-aged man and his ten men!

"Who the hell are you?!"

The middle-aged man's lips trembled as he looked at Duan Zhengchun in disbelief and asked the same question once again.

He couldn't believe he had been defeated by a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect! And by such a crushing defeat, with his opponent only using one sword strike!

"Just an ordinary disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."

Duan Zhengchun said casually, and dashed out again like lightning, this time without stopping.

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man and the twelve black-clad assassins he brought with him all fell into pools of blood, so fast that no one present could react.

Perhaps it was sheer luck, or perhaps Duan Zhengchun wasn't ruthless enough, but one of the twelve black-clad assassins was still alive. However, he had long since lost all will to resist and was crawling with all his might towards the mountain gate while lying in a pool of blood.

Duan Zhengchun silently walked to the man's side and gently swung his long sword without hesitation.

As a stream of blood ripped out diagonally, the last assassin also died.

The disciples stood there dumbfounded, staring in astonishment at the "Yin Zhiping" who was so different from the past. For a moment, there was only a deathly silence.

Duan Zhengchun flicked the blood off his sword and tossed it to Lin Zhiyuan, who had just arrived, before slowly walking toward Qiu Chuji and the other two.

"Junior Brother Yin, you were far too ruthless! He was clearly powerless to resist, so why did you have to use such a heavy hand!"

"Our sect has always revered martial virtue. What you've done goes against our doctrine!"

Just then, Zhao Zhijing, who had been hiding in the crowd, suddenly stepped out, glanced at the last assassin whose neck had been severed by Duan Zhengchun, and began to indignantly accuse him.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun suddenly stopped in his tracks, then turned around and appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing like a ghost in an instant. He grabbed Zhao Zhijing by the throat and slammed him against a pillar!

"What kind of code of honor is this, talking about chivalry with a bunch of treacherous and vicious crooks?!"

"Where were you when the Sect Leader and my fellow disciples were in danger?!"

Duan Zhengchun stared intently into Zhao Zhijing's eyes, speaking each word with icy coldness.

Zhao Zhijing, his face filled with terror, looked at the suppressed murderous intent in Duan Zhengchun's eyes, his face turning red as he struggled with difficulty...