Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Seeing their expressions, Duan Zhengchun felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow. Behind their resentful eyes, he also saw disappointment.

That was the people's disappointment and blame towards the Dali royal family...

Faced with this situation, he was speechless. He didn't know how to explain that he hadn't experienced any of this, nor did he know how to comfort him.

He is ashamed.

If the imperial court hadn't failed to withstand the Mongol cavalry, these people wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

"Let's go, I'll take you out, it'll be too late if we're late."

After hesitating for a moment, Duan Zhengchun could only say something helplessly, then immediately opened the other cell doors and led everyone toward the secret passage.

However, just as Duan Zhengchun led the group of women and children out of the secret passage, he discovered that the patrol team outside had already spotted the two guards who had been killed at the entrance and had laid a trap!

Torches were everywhere in the courtyard, and in their light, gleaming knives and archers poised to strike were everywhere in sight!

"Run! Escape towards the back door!"

Duan Zhengchun shouted and charged straight at the enemy!

"Swish swish..."

At the same time, a hail of arrows came flying indiscriminately at Duan Zhengchun and the innocent people behind him!

For a moment, screams of agony filled the air!

Duan Zhengchun had no time to check what was happening behind him. He could only draw his sword and charge into the enemy ranks, wreaking havoc, hoping to buy more time for his poor people to escape.

The enemy, like a pack of fearless jackals, charged madly toward Duan Zhengchun, seemingly intent on tearing him apart!

In order not to expose the Quanzhen Sect, and more importantly, to tell these enemies in front of him that there were still people in the Dali royal family who were resisting, Duan Zhengchun used all the martial arts of the Duan family!

Wherever they went, rivers of blood flowed!

He's gone mad with bloodlust!

All those who intended to spare him and kill the women and children were cut down by him!

Just then, several men in black suddenly appeared and rushed into the battle, fighting alongside Duan Zhengchun to hold off the enemy!

Some of the men in black had already led the few remaining women and children away through the back door!

With the arrival of these unfamiliar helpers, Duan Zhengchun felt much less pressure and began to kill the enemies in front of him with unrestrained skill, as if he had become an unstoppable god of death!

Immediately afterwards, he discovered a Mongol official standing behind the enemy lines. The women and children who had been captured were probably meant to be used for this man's amusement!

Duan Zhengchun gritted his teeth and rushed towards the Mongol official like lightning!

Several Mongol soldiers rushed forward to try to stop him, but they were all killed by Duan Zhengchun in the blink of an eye!

Before the high-ranking official could react, Duan Zhengchun's longsword had already pierced his chest!

"Who...are you...?"

The high-ranking official stared at Duan Zhengchun with horrified eyes, unable to believe his eyes. He managed to utter a single sentence, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"The Duan family of Dali!"

Duan Zhengchun said coldly, then quickly drew his long sword, turned around to look behind him, and after confirming that the women and children had almost all evacuated, he shouted, "Retreat!"

He then fought back against the men in black, preparing to leave.

"Woooo..."

Suddenly, a cry reached his ears!

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and saw that the little girl who had been abducted from the street during the day was sitting helplessly next to a woman's corpse, crying in despair.

It must have been that when the woman was shot by an arrow and fell, it landed on her leg, which is why she couldn't leave with those people!

Duan Zhengchun's expression changed slightly. After killing two enemies, he rushed over like lightning, picked up the little girl, leaped onto the wall, and disappeared in a flash.

After shaking off his pursuers, Duan Zhengchun carried the little girl to the door of the grocery store where he had entrusted her mother during the day.

But just as he was about to knock on the door and return the child to the woman, he suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound coming from the alleyway next door.

Duan Zhengchun frowned, withdrew his hand which was halfway outstretched, turned around and went into the alley. He then found the little girl's mother curled up alone in a corner, sobbing incessantly.

She had probably cried all her tears, and even her sobs were almost gone; she seemed to have lost her soul.

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, because the shopkeeper of that general store had not taken in the woman.

But he had no choice but to be angry. With the country destroyed and his family ruined, who could care about the life and death of others?

The fault lies not with others, but with the state of the world and with those enemies who invade other people's homes and commit arson, murder, and looting.

Duan Zhengchun felt powerless. He slowly put the little girl down and silently pointed to the woman slumped in the corner.

"mother!"

The little girl cried out and ran into the woman's arms.

Hearing her daughter's cries, the woman finally snapped out of her daze, then joyfully hugged her daughter tightly, too excited to speak.

The reunion after a separation that seemed like death brought tears to her eyes.

"Hurry up and leave. The enemy is searching for us. Get out of the capital and go as far as you can."

Duan Zhengchun reached into his pocket, took out all his travel money, and threw it in front of the woman.

Although his voice was calm, a hidden hatred was brewing beneath the surface.

"Thank you, young man!"

"May I ask your honorable name, young hero? I will surely repay your kindness tenfold in the future!"

The woman knelt on the ground gratefully, her voice trembling with tears as she pressed for answers.

"Just a passerby."

Duan Zhengchun replied casually, his words revealing a sense of helplessness.

He no longer had the face to mention the name of the Duan family of Dali.

The woman said nothing more, picked up the travel money from the ground, bowed deeply, and then ran towards the other end of the alley with her daughter in her arms.

Duan Zhengchun stood there, gazing at the end of the dark alley, unable to calm down for a long time.

Suddenly, he heard a slight noise behind him.

A flash of sword light appeared, and Duan Zhengchun drew his sword once more!

"Young hero! Don't misunderstand!"

A slightly frightened voice came from behind, and it seemed somewhat familiar.

Duan Zhengchun abruptly sheathed his sword and slowly turned around to look. He then realized that the person behind him was one of the men in black who had helped him rescue people in the mansion earlier, but now his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Who are you?"

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, sheathed his longsword, and asked a question.

The man removed his mask and the black cloth wrapped around his head, revealing a bald head with several ordination scars on the top.

Monk!

"This humble monk is from Tianlong Temple. This is not the place to talk. The pursuers are coming soon!"

The monk turned his head and glanced outside the alleyway, speaking solemnly.

Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, then followed the monk out of the alley, leaving Yeyu City and heading straight for Tianlong Temple.

On the way, Duan Zhengchun learned that the people of Tianlong Temple had also received news that a high-ranking Mongol official in Yeyu City was recently arresting women and children in the city with cruel methods that aroused the wrath of both gods and men. That's why they sent people down the mountain to rescue them, and they didn't expect to run into him.

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Tenryu-ji Temple.

Before dawn, Duan Zhengchun stood atop a clock tower, gazing solemnly at Yeyu City bathed in the morning light.

This former imperial city of Dali has now become enemy territory, and the fog shrouding the entire city seems to exude an indescribable sense of despair.

"I heard from the disciples who went to rescue you that you, young hero, are also surnamed Duan? Do you have any connection with the Dali royal family?"

Nan Yin, the abbot of Tianlong Temple, slowly walked to Duan Zhengchun's side and asked a question thoughtfully.

"The country is no longer a country, and there is no royal family left. It is just a collateral family from back then, and it is not considered illustrious."

"The Dali Kingdom is gone, so it doesn't matter who it was anymore."

Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, then casually replied.

He didn't want to reveal his identity, nor could he reveal it. There was a gap of over a hundred years between his previous and current identities; who would believe it?

If we're really going to talk about it, the emperor who lost his country should probably be addressed as our ancestor.

"Young hero, you are absolutely right. Now that the Mongol cavalry has suddenly risen to power, the world is bound to be in chaos, and who knows how many innocent people will suffer as a result."

"Amitabha..."

Nan Yin sighed, looking helplessly at Ye Yucheng gradually becoming clearer in the distance, and slowly said something.

"After the fall of the kingdom, were there any members of the royal family still alive?"

Duan Zhengchun remained silent for a while before speaking again.

Tianlong Temple is a national temple. If any members of the royal family are still alive, the most likely place they would be in is Tianlong Temple. He wanted to know if any of his descendants were still alive...