Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

The middle-aged man didn't reply, but instead gave a wink to the two burly men standing next to Duan Zhengchun. Immediately afterward, one of the burly men, who was holding a kitchen knife, swung the knife at the hand that Duan Zhengchun had placed next to his sword on the table!

The smile on Duan Zhengchun's face vanished instantly. He swiftly snatched the kitchen knife from the burly man's hand, twisted his wrist, and pressed the hilt directly against the man's chest. Then, he kicked the man to the side with a powerful kick!

With two muffled groans, the two burly men were sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

His move was too fast, catching everyone off guard!

The middle-aged man stared wide-eyed in shock at Duan Zhengchun, unable to believe his eyes, because he had clearly ordered someone to put a drug in the wine that had just been poured on him, a drug that would make him feel weak all over!

What he didn't know was that Duan Zhengchun, who cultivated the Innate Skill, was already immune to all poisons!

"do not move!"

Just then, the young woman sitting in Duan Zhengchun's arms suddenly said something cold and sinister, and a dagger appeared in her hand at some point, which she pressed directly against Duan Zhengchun's throat!

At the same time, the drunkards at the surrounding tables all stood up and surrounded Duan Zhengchun!

But then, the young woman's eyes suddenly filled with astonishment as she looked at Duan Zhengchun. Her whole body stiffened, her lips parted slightly, and she could no longer utter a single word.

The moment she drew her dagger, Duan Zhengchun flicked his right hand, which was under the table, and a drop of wine shot out, striking the young woman's pressure point without her noticing!

"This guy's got a problem. Kill him, and the silver on him is ours!"

The middle-aged man, unaware of the situation, directly issued the final order.

However, the young woman was completely unable to move. Her eyes, which were filled with terror as she looked at Duan Zhengchun, showed no sign of alerting her companions.

Duan Zhengchun scrutinized the young woman's changing gaze, a disdainful sneer once again appearing on his lips.

As soon as the young lady stepped out from behind the counter, Duan Zhengchun had already sensed something was wrong. Although the young lady was charming enough, she was too proactive!

He never paid any attention to women who threw themselves at him with their looks.

Moreover, this young woman had already revealed her martial arts skills in her every move.

These people are not shopkeepers, waiters, or drunkards at all; they are clearly all imposters from the underworld, and they have harmed countless people.

"Why haven't you made a move yet?!"

The middle-aged man frowned and questioned loudly.

"She can't move anymore."

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Zhengchun threw the young woman in his arms to the middle-aged man who had just realized what was happening. But just as the man was about to reach out to catch her, Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting in the chair, stood up with lightning speed!

With the sound of a sword being drawn, Duan Zhengchun rushed in front of the middle-aged man like a ghost and swung his sword!

This scene left everyone present stunned!

Duan Zhengchun did not stop, but turned around and rushed towards his other accomplices. In the blink of an eye, screams filled the tavern. All the remaining drinkers and waiters had their tendons severed by the sword!

The two adulterers lay motionless on the ground, each with a shallow sword wound on their throats, already dead!

Duan Zhengchun didn't say a word. He put away his sword, filled his wine gourd in the kitchen, walked straight out the back door, and rode his horse away through the back door.

He is not a person who likes to kill, but that doesn't mean he won't kill, especially evil people.

Before long, a young man wearing a straw hat and a blue long robe, carrying a gourd of wine and sipping it slowly rode away from Liuli City.

...

Three days later.

Inside a restaurant in Yeyu City, Duan Zhengchun stood by the window on the third floor, looking at the current capital of Dali with a slightly furrowed brow and a solemn expression.

Since entering Dali, traces of the Mongol Tartars have been everywhere, and the people within a radius of a hundred miles have almost all been displaced and are suffering terribly.

Upon arriving in this capital city, he finally became convinced that the Dali Kingdom had indeed perished long ago, and that this place was now under the control of the Mongols.

The invasion of his homeland and the oppression of his people had deeply affected him throughout his journey, causing him immense pain and indignation. Although he had once been a carefree prince who did not concern himself with politics, he could not describe his current state of mind in the face of this national and personal vendetta.

Even if he was unwilling, what could he change at this point? How could he possibly reclaim his homeland on his own?

Think of Murong Fu in the past, who schemed and plotted, yet ultimately achieved nothing? What a fool's dream!

Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun felt powerless and could only shake his head and sigh.

"Give me back my child! Qin'er?!"

"Let me go! Ah..."

Just then, a woman's painful screams suddenly came from the street.

Duan Zhengchun looked down and saw several Mongol soldiers snatching a child and beating the child's mother in public, without any restraint!

Not a single pedestrian on the street intervened!

Seeing this scene, Duan Zhengchun's blood boiled instantly. He gritted his teeth, turned around, picked up the sword on the table, leaped out of the window, and kicked one of the Mongol soldiers who was beating the child's mother away!

As a gasp of surprise rang out from the surroundings, everyone looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was wearing a bamboo hat. They wondered where this audacious young man had come from!

"Bai Ga Wu Na Sang!"

Another Mongol soldier cursed angrily, drew his scimitar from his waist, and slashed at Duan Zhengchun without hesitation!

At the same time, several more Mongol soldiers rushed over!

Duan Zhengchun's face turned ashen. He struck with lightning speed, instantly knocking several Mongol soldiers to the ground!

"Qin'er?!"

"Qin'er?!"

The child's mother's cries could be heard once again.

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and saw a group of Mongol soldiers who had already captured the little girl and quickly disappeared around a street corner in the distance.

Duan Zhengchun, with a grim face, hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly helped the child's mother up and entrusted her to the owner of a general store on the street. He then immediately chased after the group of Mongol soldiers who had left.

...

Under the cover of night, in the residence of a high-ranking Mongolian official, Duan Zhengchun crouched on the eaves with his sword in hand. After watching the patrol team pass by in the courtyard, he swiftly swooped down and quickly arrived near a hidden door.

After dealing with the two guards at the entrance, he slipped into the hidden door.

After tracking and investigating during the day, it was learned that after the Mongol soldiers brought the little girl back to their residence, they locked her up here.

Inside the hidden door was a stone staircase leading down to the top. The end of the staircase was dimly lit, with only a small candle illuminating the way, giving it an eerie feel.

This place used to be the official residence of the prime minister of the Dali Kingdom, but he did not expect that there would be such an underground passage inside. However, he judged from the chisel marks on the stone wall that this place seemed to have been newly built.

Duan Zhengchun listened intently to the sounds inside, then quietly crept in. He soon discovered that the end of the secret passage was actually a huge dungeon!

The dungeon was divided into cells, all of which were filled with Ye Yucheng citizens who had been captured from outside. There were women and children, all huddled in the corners, afraid to move or make a sound.

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but clench his fists. These people were all his subjects! He never expected that after the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed, they would be captured by the Mongols and left with no one to turn to for help.

Several guards sat around a table deep inside the dungeon, drinking and laughing loudly. The table was laden with meat.

Two captured women were with the group, their clothes torn. The group drank and teased the two women.

Unable to bear it any longer, Duan Zhengchun strode out and walked straight toward the group of people, his eyes bloodshot in the candlelight.

"who?!"

One of the Mongol soldiers looked up and suddenly spotted Duan Zhengchun. He stood up abruptly and asked a question in bewilderment.

His response was a thunderous, lightning-fast strike from Duan Zhengchun!

With a gushing out of blood, the man's throat had been pierced by Duan Zhengchun's sword!

Before the others could react, Duan Zhengchun had already killed them all with a flick of his wrist!

"Don't kill me..."

"Spare me..."

The two women were terrified, their faces pale, and they crouched down on the ground, bowing their heads in fear.

"My surname is Duan, and I'm here to save you!"

Duan Zhengchun sheathed his sword and reached out to help the two women up.

Upon hearing this, the two women looked up at Duan Zhengchun in surprise, their faces instantly filled with gratitude. However, a moment later, a hint of resentment, which they tried desperately to conceal, flickered across their faces...