Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Inside the Vajra Sect, the remaining disciples stood frozen outside the hidden door, staring at the corpses scattered on the ground, their faces grave.

No one expected that Duan Zhengchun would actually carry the seriously injured Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er and jump off a hundred-foot cliff.

The trap that had been set up had now completely failed. Not only were the people rescued, but dozens of disciples were also lost.

Just then, a middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a five-wheeled weapon, slowly walked out from the crowd. Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and the dejected disciples of the sect, his face was extremely gloomy.

No one dared to speak; they all lowered their heads, their tense expressions becoming increasingly apparent.

"What about people?!"

The middle-aged monk, with a stern face, coldly surveyed the group before demanding an explanation in a stern voice.

Supported by his two junior brothers, Darba slowly walked out, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "I'm sorry, Master. The newcomer's martial arts are superb. I am no match for him and could not stop him."

The middle-aged monk said discontentedly, "So many of you, and you couldn't even stop one person?! You're utterly useless!"

"Where is he?! Where did he escape from?!"

Darba pointed silently to the rooftop overlooking the cliff, then lowered his head in self-reproach.

The middle-aged monk frowned, leaped onto the rooftop, and clenched his fist as he gazed at the bottomless cliff. He shouted sternly, "Why aren't you taking men to the bottom of the cliff to investigate immediately?! We must find them alive or dead! We absolutely cannot let them leave Zixia Peak alive!"

"Don't let those troublemakers outside the mountain gate get away either. Pass down the order to pursue them immediately and not let a single one escape!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately agreed and followed the injured Darba away. Some headed towards the bottom of the cliff, while others began to pursue the group of men in black who had fought a battle outside the mountain gate.

The middle-aged monk stood on the roof ridge, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with resentment.

"This is your so-called plan to lure the enemy in?! You've lured them in, but what are the consequences now?!"

"Not only did we fail to catch anyone, we also killed your junior brother!"

At that moment, a deep and chilling voice rang out, and a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared on another rooftop opposite.

Beneath the black robe, one could vaguely see that he was wearing a monk's robe underneath.

"Sect Master, this was indeed my oversight, but please rest assured, no matter what, I will not let them leave alive! The Nine Yin Manual will belong to our Vajra Sect sooner or later!"

The middle-aged monk's expression changed slightly. He quickly clasped his hands in a respectful bow and said something.

The monk who died in the dungeon was his junior brother, and the mysterious old man in front of him was not only the sect leader of the Vajra Sect, but also his master.

The mysterious old man in black robes snorted coldly, said nothing more, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The Golden Wheel Monk stood frozen on the rooftop, finally letting out a long sigh. He glanced at the cliff behind him, a sinister glint flashing between his brows.

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After thoroughly inspecting the cave inside and out, Duan Zhengchun finally felt relieved.

This is indeed a natural cave with no hidden dangers. Deep inside the cave, mountain springs drip continuously from the mountainside, gathering on the ground to form a pool the size of a tabletop.

It was as if God had specially arranged a place for Duan Zhengchun to live.

After confirming there was no danger, Duan Zhengchun went to Liu Chuxuan and the other man, placed a tinderbox in the corner, and began to check their injuries.

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er kept their eyes fixed on Duan Zhengchun, hesitant to speak, their expressions solemn.

"Fortunately, it was just some superficial wounds, nothing serious. It seems they held back. They probably wanted to get some secrets from my senior uncle and master, right?"

"Now I will use my internal energy to force out the remaining poison of the Soft Bone Soul-Devouring Powder from my master's and uncle's bodies. I hope it's not too late!"

After examining the two men, Duan Zhengchun looked at them meaningfully and said something. Then he helped Liu Chuxuan up, turned his back to him, took a deep breath, and immediately began to circulate his internal energy to expel the poison.

As a continuous stream of innate true energy entered Liu Chuxuan's body, the color gradually returned to Liu Chuxuan's face, and he became much more energetic.

Sun Bu'er, standing to the side, kept staring intently at Duan Zhengchun, unable to conceal the astonishment in her eyes.

Although Yin Zhiping was not her own disciple, she never expected that this junior disciple would be able to use his internal energy to heal them. Given his past skill level, it would have been impossible for him to do so.

Moreover, she was already extremely shocked when she fell straight down from the top of the cliff, because even when she and her senior brother Liu Chuxuan were at their peak, they probably couldn't have done it, let alone with two people hanging on them!

After a long while, Duan Zhengchun finally finished his practice and let out a soft breath, saying slowly, "Although the remaining poison in my master's body has been completely expelled, it will probably take some time for him to recover his strength after being poisoned for many days."

Liu Chuxuan slowly opened his eyes, then slowly turned to look at Duan Zhengchun, his face full of gratitude. He said sincerely, "If it weren't for you today, your uncle and I would probably have died in the Vajra Sect. Uncle will never forget this kindness."

Duan Zhengchun waved his hand and smiled, "Uncle-Master, you flatter me. Since we are fellow disciples and you are my elders, it is only natural to rescue you. Besides, I promised my master, and I will keep my word!"

Liu Chuxuan nodded approvingly and continued, "I didn't expect that Senior Brother Headmaster would even teach you the Innate Skill. It seems that you are indeed exceptionally talented. At such a young age, your internal strength is already so profound!"

Upon hearing Liu Chuxuan say that Duan Zhengchun had just used the Innate Skill, Sun Bu'er's eyes widened in disbelief. "You actually learned the Innate Skill?! But we've watched you grow up. Although you've been diligent since childhood, you've never been one of those rare martial arts prodigies!"

"How come your martial arts have improved so rapidly in just a few months?! What happened?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan, who was standing to the side, also showed a curious expression, as he too had his doubts.

Duan Zhengchun smiled, first using his internal energy to expel the remaining poison from Sun Bu'er's body, before earnestly explaining the situation to the two of them.

However, he did not reveal the fact that he had been reborn. Instead, just as he had told Qiu Chuji, he said that "Yin Zhiping" had been reborn after passing through the gates of hell. He not only learned the One-Finger Divine Skill and the Cloud Shadow Illusion in his dream, but also learned all the unique skills of the Quanzhen Sect!

Sun Bu'er looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise and slowly said, "No wonder I saw my master's shadow in your swordsmanship when you fought those people from the Vajra Sect. It turns out you were using the number one swordsmanship in the East!"

"But why does your 'First Sword of the East' not seem pure? It seems to be mixed with sword techniques from other schools, such as the sword techniques of the Dali Duan family, and some sword moves that even I, your uncle, cannot understand. Some of them even look like staff techniques?!"

Liu Chuxuan also noticed these details, so he looked carefully at Duan Zhengchun, waiting for Duan Zhengchun's answer.

Duan Zhengchun pondered for a moment and explained, "My senior uncles and master are indeed very perceptive. I did indeed use more than one sword technique. Because the situation was urgent and the enemy outnumbered us, I unconsciously incorporated all three martial arts into the sword move!"

"Besides my grandmaster's unparalleled swordsmanship in the East, some of his techniques were learned from Senior Hong Qigong's Dog-Beating Staff Technique..."

"You actually incorporated the Dog-Beating Stick Technique into your swordsmanship?! That's a profound martial art of the Beggars' Sect, second only to the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

"You've met the venerable Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar?!"

Before Duan Zhengchun could finish speaking, Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er exclaimed in unison, expressing their shock.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded, then slowly said, "That's right. On the way to the Western Regions, I did indeed encounter Senior Hong and had a friendly spar with him."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er were shocked once again, their mouths agape in astonishment.

Hong Qigong is one of the Five Greats of the World, and is as famous as their master, Chongyang Zhenren. Even the Seven Masters of Quanzhen have no chance of defeating him. Unexpectedly, the third-generation disciple of the sect dares to spar with the famous Northern Beggar Hong Qigong!

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