Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"If what you say is true, that your name is Duan Zhengchun, that you are the Prince of Zhennan of Dali Kingdom, and that you have a son about the same age as Zhijing, then look at yourself, you are only in your early twenties. How is that possible?"

"Based on my deduction, it should be because you were seriously injured by the Jiaolong Gang, which is why you forgot who you are and even had a nightmare on your way back, which led to so many unfounded delusions."

"But thankfully you're alright now. Things from the past will be remembered again someday."

Qiu Chuji looked at Duan Zhengchun, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed for a long time without saying a word, with a solemn expression, and offered him heartfelt words of comfort.

Sensing this genuine and undisguised kindness, Duan Zhengchun gradually came to his senses, looked up at Qiu Chuji, and said calmly, "Did you save me?"

Qiu Chuji nodded and said, "I have already helped you rebuild your destroyed dantian and eight extraordinary meridians. With the protection of innate true qi, you will be fine."

Duan Zhengchun frowned and pressed, "Why?"

He knew how much vital energy it would take to rebuild his dantian and the eight extraordinary meridians; a slight mistake could even collapse the person performing the exercise, or even cause them to suffer a qi deviation!

This feeling is very heavy!

If it weren't for Qiu Chuji, he might really be dead.

"Because I am your master."

Qiu Chuji replied without hesitation.

Duan Zhengchun was somewhat moved by the simple sentence, so he continued, "When you were healing my injuries, I heard someone mention that you had an appointment with someone a month later. The other party seemed to be someone of great importance. Has the Quanzhen Sect encountered some formidable enemy?"

Qiu Chuji paused for a moment, then slowly said, "This matter is none of your concern, so don't worry about it. The sect's martial arts tournament will be held in three months, and the winner will become the third-generation chief disciple. What you need to do is to recover your skills and memories as soon as possible and become the chief disciple."

"How much of our sect's martial arts do you still remember?"

Duan Zhengchun didn't reply, but simply shook his head slightly.

How could he possibly remember? He had never learned any of the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts.

However, Qiu Chuji seemed to attach great importance to the martial arts tournament in the sect three months later, and a strong enemy was coming to keep the appointment a month later, so he had decided to stay here for the time being as a way of repaying Qiu Chuji for saving his life.

He was never one to wallow in self-pity. Since God had given him a second chance at life, he was determined to see what would happen next.

He's even started to look forward to it.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun shake his head, Qiu Chuji frowned slightly. After a moment of thought, he slowly said, "Then it seems that after you recover from your injuries, I will have to teach you again, hoping to help you remember."

"That's all for today. Get some rest. I'll come see you again tomorrow. Remember, you must not leave the inner room without my permission."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji got up and walked outside.

He didn't mention a word about why his beloved disciple could use the One-Finger Divine Skill, or why he had internal energy in his body that didn't belong to the Quanzhen Sect's own internal energy cultivation method, seemingly deliberately avoiding the question.

"Did you really only use half your strength when you exchanged blows with me?"

But Qiu Chuji had only taken a few steps when he couldn't suppress his curiosity and suddenly stopped and turned around to ask a question.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then smiled sheepishly and said, "Actually, it's less than 50%. I was seriously injured at the time, and my strength only recovered to less than 40%."

Qiu Chuji: "..."

He didn't say anything more, only feeling that his beloved disciple had started talking nonsense again.

Although he did not use his full strength at the time, how could his beloved disciple, with less than 40% of his power, withstand a palm strike from him and only take a step back?

There were too many questions he hadn't been able to answer, but in order to help his beloved student recover as soon as possible, he temporarily kept all his doubts to himself.

At the same time, he also blocked news about his beloved disciple's injuries. Apart from the two disciples who stayed behind to take care of him, no one in the sect knew whether his disciple was alive or dead.

After watching Qiu Chuji leave, Duan Zhengchun sat upright on the bed, placed his hands on his legs, and began to heal his injuries by practicing internal energy.

He soon discovered that the true energy that Qiu Chuji transmitted into his body had already merged with his original true energy.

Although his skills have not fully recovered, he seems to have reached a new level.

...

Three days later.

Zhao Zhijing quietly arrived outside the rear hall of Chongyang Palace, hiding in the darkness and peering intently at a tightly closed door not far away.

Three days have passed, and there has been no news about Yin Zhiping, as if he had disappeared.

Among all the third-generation disciples, Yin Zhiping was the one on whom the most hope was placed and the strongest contender for the chief disciple position. His serious injury gave many people hope and made them feel that their chance had come!

Especially Zhao Zhijing!

As the eldest disciple among the third generation, and also the one with the highest martial arts skills, the position of chief disciple should have been undoubtedly his!

However, just because Yin Zhiping's master is the current sect leader, Yin Zhiping's brilliance has long overshadowed his senior brother! He has long harbored resentment about this!

You should know that as long as you become the chief disciple, you can become the successor to the next sect leader!

If it weren't for the other fellow disciples accompanying him on this trip to the northern desert, he would never have let Yin Zhiping return to Zhongnan Mountain alive!

What are you doing hiding here?!

Just then, a powerful voice suddenly rang out from behind Zhao Zhijing.

"Master..."

Zhao Zhijing was startled and turned around to find that Wang Chuyi had appeared behind him at some point.

"As the senior disciple, what kind of behavior is this, sneaking around like this in the middle of the night?!"

Qiu Chuji rebuked Zhao Zhijing with dissatisfaction, seemingly having already seen through his thoughts.

Zhao Zhijing cupped his hands and said, "I was just worried about Junior Brother Zhiping's safety, so I wanted to come and see if he was alright."

Wang Chuyi frowned and glanced at the palace gate not far away, then said coldly, "If you want to compete for the position of chief disciple, you should practice diligently instead of focusing your mind on other useless things! You shouldn't place your hopes on others!"

Zhao Zhijing lowered his head and said nervously, "Disciple understands."

“Zhiping will be fine. The sect leader almost exhausted his innate true energy to reshape his eight extraordinary meridians. If he were really dead, it would be impossible for him to remain completely still for three consecutive days.”

Wang Chuyi left a solemn sentence and turned to leave.

"Yes..."

Zhao Zhijing agreed, glanced back, and slowly left with Wang Chuyi.

Wang Chuyi's words just now made him feel resentful again. If the sect leader really infused Yin Zhiping with true energy, then Yin Zhiping's martial arts skills may have already surpassed his!

Not long after Wang Chuyi and Zhao Zhijing left the rear hall, Qiu Chuji slowly appeared. After glancing in the direction the two had left, he walked straight into the rear hall and went to the inner room.

"Master."

Duan Zhengchun, who was adjusting his breathing, looked up and slowly greeted him.

Now that you've decided to accept this new identity, you should truly get closer to Yin Zhiping and become Yin Zhiping.

"How is your injury healing?"

Qiu Chuji nodded, and as he spoke, he came closer and placed his hand on Duan Zhengchun's pulse.

"It has recovered to 80%."

Duan Zhengchun gave a casual reply, secretly concealing a portion of his own skill.

Even so, Qiu Chuji was already staring wide-eyed in shock at Duan Zhengchun, as if he were looking at a monster.

He hadn't expected that although his beloved disciple had just survived a great calamity, his power had not only not diminished, but had actually increased—in fact, increased dramatically! It was almost catching up with his own power at its peak!

【How can this be? ! 】

If he were to recover to his full potential, wouldn't his power surpass mine?!

Could it be that Heaven is truly blessing our Quanzhen Sect?!

"Master, what's wrong?"

Seeing Qiu Chuji's constantly changing expression, Duan Zhengchun feigned a blank look.

"It's alright. Have you regained your memory? Have you remembered any of our sect's martial arts techniques?"

Qiu Chuji snapped out of his shock, suppressing his joy, and asked a question in return.

Duan Zhengchun could only reply by shaking his head.

"It's alright. Starting today, I will teach you all the martial arts of our school again. You have the foundation from the past, so I believe you will be able to master them again in no time."

As he spoke, Qiu Chuji walked to the side and opened a hidden door, leading Duan Zhengchun into an underground secret room.

The secret room was large and looked like a place for practicing martial arts. It had all the necessities for daily life, and there was even a bed in the corner.

"This is where I am in seclusion for cultivation. You will stay here for the time being, and I will have someone deliver food to you on time every day."

Qiu Chuji looked around, spoke meaningfully, and a faint, barely suppressed smile remained on his lips.

Duan Zhengchun could only pretend to be stupid and nod, trying his best to act like a young man in his early twenties.

"Next, I will teach you our sect's unique internal energy cultivation method, Jade Profound Return to Truth!"

"The Quanzhen Sect is the orthodox sect of all esoteric schools in the world. The Jade Profound Return to True Heart Method is profound and mysterious, as vast and boundless as the starry sky. It will greatly benefit your recovery of your power. When cultivating, you must be free of distractions and single-mindedly pursue the Dao!"

"Listen carefully..."

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Chuji began to explain the Jade Profound Return to Truth Internal Energy Technique to Duan Zhengchun, word by word.

To Duan Zhengchun's surprise, he could almost memorize every single mental technique uttered by Qiu Chuji, and he could instantly grasp the profound meaning contained in each one.

Perhaps it is because this body is now "Yin Zhiping's" that, although the soul is his, the foundation of the past is still there.

"Now I will teach you our sect's unique sword technique, the Quanzhen Sword Technique! It has thirty-six moves in total!"

"In these thirty-six sword techniques, each move, in addition to the swordplay, also contains hidden variations in finger techniques and grappling methods in the left hand, changing with the swordplay. Therefore, although it is a thirty-six-move sword technique, it actually includes thirty-six finger and palm techniques! The variations are endless!"

"Alright!"

After teaching the internal energy cultivation method, Qiu Chuji picked up a wooden sword next to him and began to demonstrate. The sword moves were incredibly powerful!

Duan Zhengchun stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on Qiu Chuji's nimble movements, feeling as if he too were gradually merging into those afterimages...