Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Duan Zhengchun gritted his teeth, had no time to think, and turned to charge at the remaining assassins!

In the blink of an eye, all the assassins lay dead in pools of blood, staining the tea stall red and giving off a nauseatingly pungent smell!

After examining the corpse, Duan Zhengchun finally approached the short knife that had fallen to the ground and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He recognized the knife; more precisely, he recognized that kind of knife!

He had seen him before, both at the inn in Fanyin Town and at the Qimeng Pavilion! It seemed that the Vajra Sect's spies had discovered him once again and tracked him all the way here!

Even the tea stall owner was a member of the Vajra Sect!

After this battle, Duan Zhengchun became even more determined to go to the Vajra Sect. He wanted to see what kind of place the Vajra Sect really was!

After a moment's thought, Duan Zhengchun turned to look at the white-haired old man still sitting at the table and slowly approached him.

"Thank you for saving me just now, senior."

Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in a respectful bow and sincerely thanked him.

He initially thought he had misread the situation, but he never expected that the old man was actually a hidden master.

The chopstick that pierced the shopkeeper was thrown by this mysterious white-haired old man!

"You saved my life, I'll return the favor, we're even, no need for thanks."

The old man looked up at Duan Zhengchun, whose face was stained with a trace of blood. His expression was calm, as if the fierce battle that had just taken place was nothing new to him.

Duan Zhengchun said slowly, "Senior is too kind. With your skills, you don't need my help at all. It's my fault for going to such lengths."

The white-haired old man shook his head and said seriously, "Although you are ruthless, the fact that you still thought of saving me when it came to life and death shows that you are different from them. They are ruthless in heart, while you are just ruthless in action."

"Besides, even if I hadn't made a move, with your martial arts skills, you might not have been able to be ambushed by that shopkeeper. So we're even."

Duan Zhengchun forced a smile, clasped his hands in a fist salute again, and said, "Anyway, thank you very much. This place is not suitable for lingering. Senior, you should leave as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun turned and walked towards the innocent diners who had lost their lives. He dragged the bodies one by one to the woods behind the tea stall, found a place that was relatively sheltered from the wind and rain, dug a pit, buried all the bodies of the innocent people in it, and erected a wooden monument for them.

He wanted some peace of mind, even if it was futile.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun set fire to the tea stalls outside the forest, burning them to ashes along with the corpses.

The white-haired old man watched silently as Duan Zhengchun finished everything, a hint of appreciation gradually appearing between his brows, as if he were deep in thought.

Duan Zhengchun approached the white-haired old man again, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Senior, I have important matters to attend to and must take my leave now."

The white-haired old man slowly said, "Are you going to seek revenge on their mastermind?"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the raging fire, and said in a deep voice, "It's not about revenge, but about rescuing people. They captured my senior uncle and master."

"I have traveled thousands of miles from the Central Plains to the Western Regions to rescue them, hoping they are still alive."

The white-haired old man said, "So, you chose to kill everyone without hesitation in order to save people?"

Duan Zhengchun nodded, his expression somewhat solemn.

His sword was already stained with blood.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun nod, the white-haired old man couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile, and the appreciation between his brows became even more obvious.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the white-haired old man with a hint of confusion, and said seriously, "Since you are so skilled in martial arts, why didn't you dodge when that person tried to kill you with his knife?"

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and said calmly, "I have been wandering the world for over two hundred years, and I have long since become indifferent to life and death, and have no desires or wants. If I am destined to die, what use is it if I try to hide? If I am destined not to die, what use is it if I don't hide?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but widen his eyes. He hadn't expected that the old man in front of him would claim to have lived for over two hundred years!

But then he couldn’t help but shake his head and smile bitterly, feeling that the old man was making fun of him. We are all mortals, how can a person live for more than two hundred years?

Seeing Duan Zhengchun's wry smile, the old man smiled faintly, but did not explain. He continued, "Moreover, if I were to make a move, those people would die at my hands. Then the world would be shaken again, and there would be no more peace and quiet."

"Besides, I had already guessed that you would come to my rescue, so it's better for those people to die at your hands than at mine, so that I won't be exposed."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun took another look at the seemingly ordinary old man in front of him and hesitated before saying, "It seems that you were once a famous person. I never expected to meet you at this desolate tea stall."

The white-haired old man turned to examine Duan Zhengchun and smiled slightly, saying, "This shows that we are destined to meet. Now, become my disciple, and I can impart all my knowledge to you. In less than three years, you will surely become the best in the world! No one will dare to kill you again!"

Duan Zhengchun sneered and shook his head without hesitation, his decisiveness was unexpected, and even a hint of disgust showed between his brows.

"You actually refused?! Why?!"

The white-haired old man looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise, his expression showing a significant change for the first time.

"Because I don't like it!"

Duan Zhengchun spoke with absolute certainty, word by word.

"Don't like it? Don't like what? Don't you like becoming my disciple? Or do you dislike me?"

The white-haired old man continued to press for an answer, seemingly determined to find out no matter what, because he felt he had lost face in front of a young upstart for the first time.

He had never taken on any disciples before; this was the first time in his life that he had taken the initiative to ask someone to be his last disciple.

This was because he had witnessed Duan Zhengchun cut off a person's head without hesitation, and also witnessed Duan Zhengchun risking his own safety to save him, and then erecting monuments and burying those innocent strangers who had lost their lives.

Duan Zhengchun gazed at the raging fire that was gradually dying down and slowly said, "Some people want me to become the leader of a sect, to lead all people, and to make the sect great and glorious! Some people want me to bow down to evil, to sell my soul from now on, and to become their henchmen!"

"Now you want me to become your disciple, to inherit your mantle, and to become the number one in the world!"

"But did you ever ask me if I was willing?!"

As he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun slowly turned his head to look at the white-haired old man, revealing a disdainful sneer without any attempt to hide it.

The white-haired old man looked at Duan Zhengchun, who had a disdainful expression, but instead of being angry, he smiled. Then he looked at Duan Zhengchun seriously again and said, "In more than a hundred years, you are the first person to refuse me!"

"Do you know that if I were to reveal my name, countless people throughout the world would want to become my disciples! People in the martial arts world think that I am already dead, and I have indeed built a tomb for myself, but that is just a smokescreen."

As the white-haired old man spoke, he seemed to be recalling many past events.

Duan Zhengchun sized up the white-haired old man and said calmly, "May I ask your esteemed name, senior?"

Although he seemed to be asking questions, his expression was nonchalant; he didn't care at all whether the old man in front of him was some famous figure.

Even if this old man is the Jade Emperor, what does it have to do with him?

The white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, and proclaimed, "My name is not important. However, people in the martial world call me the Sword Demon. I have a sword that can open the gates of heaven!"

"never heard of that."

As soon as the white-haired old man who called himself the Sword Demon finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun shook his head without even thinking and said something.

He knew nothing about the martial arts world. Apart from knowing about the Five Great Masters, he had never heard of any top masters like the Sword Demon or the Saber Demon.

He had thought that Duan Zhengchun would immediately kneel down and acknowledge him as his master upon hearing his name, but when he heard Duan Zhengchun's words, he almost choked on his breath, coughed a few times, and his face turned slightly red.

"Is it very famous? How does it compare to the Five Great Masters of the World?"

Duan Zhengchun looked at the Sword Demon with an eager expression and asked another question.

[This brat actually compared me to those nobodies of the Five Great Masters!]

The Sword Demon waved his hand helplessly and said, "It's not important, it doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it..."

"I found your swordsmanship quite impressive just now. You have potential. May I ask who your master is?"

Duan Zhengchun casually replied, "I am a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and Master Changchun is my master."

Sword Demon suddenly realized, stroked his beard, and slowly said, "So he is Wang Chongyang's grand-disciple. As the top of the Five Greats in the world, his martial arts are indeed passable, but only passable."

“My swordsmanship is far superior to your grandmaster’s; in fact, it can be said to be ten or even a hundred times better! It’s not too late for you to back out now.”

It's clear that he genuinely wanted to take Duan Zhengchun as his disciple...