Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

In the inner room.

Duan Zhengchun lay on the bed, barely breathing, and vaguely heard that there seemed to be many people standing around him, and someone was taking his pulse.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He felt he was about to die.

The honest Qiu Chuji frowned slightly, and his right hand, which was resting on Duan Zhengchun's wrist, trembled involuntarily. He was immediately shocked because his beloved disciple's dantian had been destroyed and his eight extraordinary meridians had been shattered!

But just now, his beloved disciple actually managed to take a blow from him with such a physique! Moreover, he could clearly sense that a trace of true energy was still faintly visible in his disciple's shattered dantian!

Perhaps it is this wisp of true energy that allows my beloved disciple to still have a breath left!

But this is just too unbelievable!

Thinking of this, Qiu Chuji no longer hesitated. He immediately helped Duan Zhengchun up, quickly sat down behind Duan Zhengchun, took a deep breath, and circulated his innate true energy.

The most urgent task is to save my beloved student's life! Everything else can wait!

"Master, you mustn't! Zhiping is already severely injured and beyond saving. Although he still has a breath left, it's probably just a final burst of energy before he dies!"

"Sect Leader, you must not waste your vital energy. Don't forget, you have an appointment with someone in a month. What will happen if you deplete your vital energy because of this?!"

"Yes, Sect Leader, what will we do if something happens to you?! What will happen to the thousands of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect?!"

"Please reconsider, Sect Leader!"

Upon seeing Qiu Chuji's actions, Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong, who were watching from the sidelines, immediately changed their expressions and began to earnestly persuade him.

"Saving lives is the priority! Do you expect me to just stand by and watch Zhiping die on the spot?!"

Qiu Chuji ignored the two men, raised his hands slightly, and slowly placed them on Duan Zhengchun's back.

[The sect leader? Is it Qiu Chuji?]

In a daze, Duan Zhengchun felt a pure and yang true energy slowly enter his body through his back, and then begin to flow slowly and continuously through his eight extraordinary meridians.

Gradually, his breathing became less difficult, his strength returned, and he unconsciously immersed himself in a state of complete absorption.

Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong, who were standing to the side, exchanged a glance with solemn expressions, but neither of them said anything to stop them.

An hour later.

Qiu Chuji slowly walked out of the inner room and sat down in a chair, a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

A disciple immediately stepped forward, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji took a few sips of tea, let out a soft breath, and then looked up.

In the center of the hall, there were two old men and a young man. Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong stood on the left and right, respectively, while a person was kneeling in the middle. This person was Zhao Zhijing, who had been seriously injured by Duan Zhengchun's One-Finger Divine Skill.

"Do you know where you went wrong?!"

Qiu Chuji looked at Zhao Zhijing seriously and asked in a deep voice.

"This disciple is not wrong. Yin Zhiping is extremely rebellious. He first injured a fellow disciple and then attacked the sect leader. This disciple only wanted to clean up the sect for the sect leader!"

Zhao Zhijing shook his head vigorously and answered confidently, a trace of blood still visible at the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

Duan Zhengchun's move had already caused him serious internal injuries! But he was still brought here by his master.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji's face immediately darkened.

"shut up!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Wang Chuyi immediately reprimanded him in a low voice, then took two steps forward, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "Sect Leader, please calm down. Although Zhijing was a bit too impulsive, his intention was not wrong."

"Yin Zhiping is mentally unstable and has no regard for his family. He dared to attack the sect leader, which is indeed outrageous. Moreover, his martial arts style is unpredictable and strange, otherwise so many disciples in the sect would not have been injured by him."

Upon hearing Wang Chuyi's words, Qiu Chuji frowned and said coldly, "Even so, how can you harm someone from behind?! How can someone so insidious be worthy of being a disciple of my Quanzhen Sect?!"

Upon hearing this, both Wang Chuyi and Zhao Zhijing, who was kneeling on the ground, were stunned.

Hao Datong, who was standing to the side, moved his lips, but hesitated and ultimately chose to stay out of it.

"Zhijing is also thinking about your safety. No one knows if Yin Zhiping will try to kill you!"

"Moreover, the move that seriously injured Zhijing, if I'm not mistaken, should be the One-Finger Divine Skill of the Dali Duan family! Although I don't know how he learned such a skill, switching to another's sect is no different from betraying the sect! This is the first precept he has broken!"

"Disregarding the bonds of camaraderie among fellow disciples, he launched a violent attack, thus violating the second precept! Attacking the sect leader is an act of blasphemy, this is the third!"

"Such reckless behavior warrants expulsion from the sect, even if he isn't killed! This is to set an example!"

Wang Chuyi hesitated for a moment, then raised his voice and spoke again.

To him, Zhao Zhijing was also his beloved disciple. Although there were occasional quarrels, he was, after all, his most prized student.

After hearing Wang Chuyi's words, Qiu Chuji's expression changed slightly. Suppressing his dissatisfaction, he looked at the pale-faced Zhao Zhijing and said in a deep voice, "Considering that he did not commit a serious crime and there was a reason for it, I will spare him this time, but this will not be a repeat of the previous offense! Take him away to heal his wounds!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chuyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, said no more, bowed, and helped Zhao Zhijing slowly retreat.

Qiu Chuji sat quietly in his chair, watching the three people leave, his brows furrowing once more.

His beloved disciple had indeed violated all three precepts that his junior brother Wang Chuyi had just listed today, and he had no way to deny it. Although he did not know why his beloved disciple's temperament had suddenly changed, he could only try to downplay the matter now.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Zhengchun finally opened his eyes again. He then felt a stream of true energy, not his own, flowing within his body, gradually merging and converging with the fragment of his original true energy.

"Senior brother, you're finally awake!"

Just then, a voice entered his ears.

Turning his head, Duan Zhengchun saw a young man kneeling beside the bed, looking at him with a face full of joy.

At the same time, another young man who was guarding the door rushed out, his footsteps quickly fading into the distance.

"I am also a disciple personally taught by the sect leader. My name is Lin Zhiyuan."

Knowing that Duan Zhengchun was mentally unstable, the young man immediately gave his name.

Duan Zhengchun ignored him, took a breath, slowly sat up straight, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Having narrowly escaped death twice, he has completely calmed down and knows that what he is going through now is not so simple.

He vaguely remembered that it was the old Taoist priest who used his internal energy to heal his injuries. Before he collapsed from his serious injuries, he realized that he had already stepped into the gates of hell.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and then abruptly turned his head to look at the head of the bed!

Beside the bed, there was a basin with a towel draped over its rim, reflecting a strange face.

At that moment, he was completely stunned!

The reflection of himself is not him at all!

That figure looked almost twenty years younger than him! So young and inexperienced, like a greenhorn just starting out!

Duan Zhengchun suddenly stood up and stood in front of the basin of water, forcefully pulling at the skin on his face. But he quickly froze in place, because there was no human skin mask or disguise at all!

That kid is him!

"you're awake?"

Just then, a familiar voice, tinged with weariness, reached Duan Zhengchun's ears.

Duan Zhengchun was startled and immediately turned to look at Qiu Chuji, who was slowly walking in. He shouted, "What year and month is this?! What dynasty is it?!"

Qiu Chuji hesitated for a moment, then, with the help of another disciple, slowly sat down on a chair to the side. After waving his hand to signal the two disciples to leave, he slowly began to speak.

Duan Zhengchun stood there, listening attentively to Qiu Chuji's story, his expression constantly changing.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Chuji finally stopped talking. He had told Duan Zhengchun almost the entire life story of Yin Zhiping, except for which dynasty he was from.

Duan Zhengchun sat quietly by the bed, his brows furrowed. Only now did he finally believe that he had indeed become this young man named Yin Zhiping.

Moreover, this was more than a hundred years later! The Liao and Dali kingdoms had long since disappeared, and even the Song emperors had changed several times!

Everything has changed!

For him, everyone and everything in this world is completely unfamiliar.

He was no longer himself. He had not only changed his face, but he had also become a different person. Except for his memories, he had become someone else from head to toe.

Did I really die in that great battle at Shaolin Temple back then?

Is Yu'er still alive?

[Hongmian? Baobao? Qingluo, are they alright?]

More than a hundred years have passed; they should all be gone by now...

Fragments of memories flashed through Duan Zhengchun's mind, as if they were yesterday.

When he finally realized that he was no longer himself, his previous life came to an abrupt end.

What he was about to face was the beginning of something completely unknown.

I wonder how many women will be heartbroken and shed tears for him, and how many heroes of the martial world will encounter him on a narrow path?