Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"So you're that mortal martial artist who joined the Heavenly Gate?!"

The white-haired old man looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise, asked with a serious face, his eyes full of disbelief.

Beneath the rune array, he was the only one still able to stand!

"Is it important?"

Duan Zhengchun coldly stared at the white-haired old man, blood dripping slowly from the Lingxiao Sword, which was pointing diagonally at the ground in his right hand.

A gentle breeze swept by, leaving not a single mark on the sword's edge.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"Only one month! And you've already become a talisman master?! No!"

The white-haired old man shook his head with a complicated expression, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He had risked everything to obtain the Heavenly Gate Secret Pill, all to improve his cultivation level. How could he possibly admit that he was inferior to a mere mortal who had just joined the Heavenly Gate?!

Mu Qingyan was equally shocked.

She hadn't expected that Duan Zhengchun's talisman skills had reached such a level.

"Surprised? There's more to come that will surprise you even more!"

Duan Zhengchun sneered and walked directly toward the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's expression changed drastically. He suddenly planted his long sword in the ground and stared intently into Duan Zhengchun's eyes. A strange pressure pressed down on Duan Zhengchun!

But he was immediately stunned again, because Duan Zhengchun remained unmoved and continued to stroll towards him leisurely!

"So you're a mind master too. No wonder you could resist my talisman array!"

Duan Zhengchun said with a cold laugh, his disdain being seen by the white-haired old man.

However, the white-haired old man was no longer paying attention to Duan Zhengchun's changing expression. Instead, he silently recited Duan Zhengchun's words, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun's gaze sharpened as he stared at the white-haired old man, and an equally powerful pressure burst forth!

A "plop" sound!

Under that immense pressure, the white-haired old man knelt heavily on the ground, trembling as he looked at Duan Zhengchun, who had already approached him, his face already deathly pale.

He tried to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

"No...impossible..."

"You're already a talisman master, how could you... still be a mind cultivator?!"

The white-haired old man's voice trembled as he stared at Duan Zhengchun, who had stopped in front of him, as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes filled with fear.

Standing behind Duan Zhengchun, Mu Qingyan suddenly laughed, a wild laugh filled with relief, joy, and excitement.

Only at this moment did she realize that Duan Zhengchun had been hiding his strength all along when he was at Tianyun Mountain. She hadn't expected that he had already reached the level of a Talisman Master and a Mind Master. Even the two elders, Qinglong and Xuanwu, probably didn't know.

"Since I came into this world, have any of you ever taken me seriously?"

"In your eyes, you all see me as an ant, someone you can crush at will!"

"And now?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked down at the white-haired old man, his face expressionless, his eyes filled with nothing but murderous intent.

An invisible aura of death instantly permeated the entire headquarters of the Nine Nether Alliance.

The white-haired old man knelt on the ground, trembling, unable to utter a single word. At this moment, all that remained in his heart was fear, and he dared not look Duan Zhengchun in the eye.

"Where are the hostages? Hand them over immediately, and I might leave you with a whole corpse!"

Duan Zhengchun spoke again, his voice icy cold.

In his eyes, the white-haired old man was already a dead man.

The once powerful leader of the Nine Nether Alliance now appeared incredibly humble before Duan Zhengchun.

"Hand over the hostages immediately!"

"Please, spare my life..."

The white-haired old man gave orders to his men on the perimeter while lowering his head in a pleading voice.

Duan Zhengchun remained silent until the Nine Nether Alliance handed over the captured Tianmen hostages. Then, he slowly raised his sword and stopped it above the white-haired old man's head.

"Please, sir, have mercy and spare my life!"

"I was coerced and was acting under orders!"

The white-haired old man trembled all over and pleaded again.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's expression changed, and the Lingxiao sword he was about to swing stopped abruptly.

"Who ordered this?!"

"Holy Gate!"

"They ordered me to bring back the Tianmen people, forcing you Tianmen people to come and rescue them..."

"But I was overcome by greed and decided to make you use the Heavenly Gate Secret Pill to ransom people..."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's face instantly turned ashen.

It's the Holy Gate again!

Mu Qingyan, who was standing to the side, also changed her expression and quickly stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, "Are you telling the truth?!"

The white-haired old man nodded vigorously and said, "Absolutely true!"

Mu Qingyan looked at Duan Zhengchun with a solemn expression and said softly, "There's no time to lose. We need to leave here as soon as possible. The people from the Holy Gate are probably nearby!"

Duan Zhengchun didn't say a word, but swung his sword down and instantly beheaded the white-haired old man!

Those who collude with the Holy Sect deserve to die!

He could never forget the battle he fought against the Holy Son of the Holy Gate on Mount Tianming!

Because of that battle, Xiaolongnu and the others almost left him forever!

As the white-haired old man's head fell to the ground, the remaining disciples of the Nine Nether Alliance scattered and fled, not daring to linger for even a moment.

They had already witnessed Duan Zhengchun's strength; even the alliance leader was no match for him. How could they dare to court death? Let alone avenge their alliance leader!

Soon, Duan Zhengchun and Mu Qingyan led the rescued disciples away from the Nine Nether Alliance headquarters and rushed back to Tianmen overnight.

...

Three days later.

Duan Zhengchun and his entourage slowly entered a mountain forest. After crossing the continuous mountain range in front of them, they were not far from Tianmen.

They were initially worried that they would be hunted down by the Holy Gate in Qingluan City, but two days have passed and no one from the Holy Gate has appeared.

Now that they were only a day's journey away from Tianmen, everyone gradually relaxed.

Because the rescued people were injured, they hired a horse-drawn carriage to escort them on the way, which delayed their return journey by a day.

Duan Zhengchun rode on a white horse, carrying a gourd of wine in his hand, occasionally tilting his head back to take a sip.

After the battle at the Nine Nether Alliance headquarters, the Tianmen disciples who followed them out to rescue people were all filled with admiration for Duan Zhengchun.

Although Duan Zhengchun was a senior elder of Tianmen, the respect shown to him by the disciples in the past was only superficial, but now it is completely different.

"Young Master Duan, everyone is a bit tired. Why don't we rest here for a while?"

Just then, Mu Qingyan, who was sitting on the carriage shaft, spoke up.

She was originally supposed to lead the team this time, but since leaving the Nine Nether Alliance, even she has started to follow Duan Zhengchun's orders.

This transformation stemmed from both admiration and deep respect.

"Alright."

Duan Zhengchun turned to look at his exhausted disciples, nodded slowly, and immediately pulled on the reins to stop the white horse.

As the carriage slowly came to a stop, Mu Qingyan immediately distributed the dry rations prepared on the carriage to everyone, and the group found places to sit down and rest.

Mu Qingyan, alone, took a pancake and went to a shady spot under a tree. She leaned against the tree and glanced at Duan Zhengchun not far away, seemingly unintentionally.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then dismounted and went straight to Mu Qingyan's side.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun approaching, Mu Qingyan quickly and secretly averted her gaze, silently munching on the meat pie in her hand.

Perhaps because I ate too quickly, I accidentally started coughing.

"Give."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and handed his wine gourd to Mu Qingyan.

"I never drink."

"Thanks anyway."

Mu Qingyan waved her hand, reached down to take a water pouch from her lower back, and hurriedly took a few big gulps.

"It seems like you've been deliberately avoiding me all this time."

Duan Zhengchun leaned against a tree and said something seemingly unintentionally.

"Where?!"

"You saw it wrong!"

Mu Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly retorted, but her voice was accidentally a little loud, attracting the curious gazes of several disciples nearby.

Mu Qingyan frowned, awkwardly pretended to cough a few more times, and continued to eat the meat pie with her head down.

"If there's nothing wrong, why such a big reaction?"

Duan Zhengchun looked down at the slightly shy Mu Qingyan and asked with a smile.

When he saw Mu Qingyan's reaction, he understood everything.

"Have it?"

"I just ate too fast. After eating meat patties for three days in a row, who can swallow that?"

"Do you think everyone's like you, that as long as there's alcohol, everything's fine?"

Mu Qingyan's expression flickered, and she hurriedly said.

But her seemingly flawless explanation appeared incredibly endearing to Duan Zhengchun, who couldn't help but feel affection for her and longed to sit down beside her and hold her tightly in his arms.

However, just as Duan Zhengchun had this thought, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned to look into the depths of the forest...