Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Enemies have infiltrated!"

"Everyone beware!"

After a long while, a shout suddenly came from the ancient temple. Immediately afterward, the once quiet temple became lively as the disciples of the Vajra Sect rushed to the mountain gate and surrounded the corpses.

Although a considerable number of people have gathered, their numbers are significantly fewer than before. Clearly, most of the disciples have been sent to hunt down members of the Quanzhen Sect.

Soon, the middle-aged monk wielding the five-wheeled weapon also arrived. Looking at the several disciples on the ground, whose deaths were extremely gruesome, his face darkened once again.

"Has anyone seen who did this?!"

The middle-aged monk turned and glared angrily at his disciples, demanding an answer in a stern voice.

But as soon as he finished speaking, everyone present fell silent and lowered their heads, because no one had seen him.

They didn't even believe that anyone would dare to break into the Vajra Sect again.

The middle-aged monk clearly didn't believe it either, which is why he became even angrier. The whole thing was just too bizarre. The group of people outside the mountain gate had already escaped from Zixia Peak last night, and the young man in black who had saved people had already jumped off the cliff.

However, what made him suspicious was that the disciples of the sect did not find the bodies of the three people at the foot of the cliff. The three people who jumped off the cliff seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

"Could it be that the young man not only didn't die from the fall, but actually returned?!"

The middle-aged monk frowned, a question forming in his mind.

Just then, seven figures dressed in strange clothes and with ugly appearances approached from afar. They quickly came closer to examine the man, and then one of them immediately looked up at the middle-aged monk and shouted, "It's the young swordsman who saved people last night!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged monk, who had not yet had a chance to examine the corpse, changed his expression drastically and immediately ordered his disciples to search the entire ancient temple.

Soon, everyone present dispersed, but they had searched the entire ancient temple from top to bottom without finding a single ghost. In the end, they had no choice but to give up and send two teams to take turns guarding the temple and patrolling around.

After nightfall, Duan Zhengchun, who had been hiding in the shadows, appeared silently in a small courtyard. Dressed in black, he blended into the black clothes so well that he left no trace.

He had been secretly following the seven figures dressed in strange clothes since they appeared, and eventually confirmed that they lived in this small courtyard.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, gripped the broken sword at his waist, and slowly slipped into a side room, quietly walking towards the earthen bed.

For some unknown reason, these so-called Seven Rakshasas of Tantric Buddhism were almost inseparable from each other. Even when they slept, they were divided into two groups and all slept on a large earthen bed.

As the distance drew ever closer, Duan Zhengchun slowly drew the broken sword from his waist, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment!

However, just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly noticed something strange. Although the three people on the kang were covered with quilts and their figures and faces could not be seen, they were too quiet!

There was no snoring, not even a breathing sound!

It's a scam!

In an instant, Duan Zhengchun realized something was wrong, so he immediately retreated towards the door!

Clearly, the enemy has already discovered him!

But just as he was about to retreat the way he came, a soft shout suddenly came from the roof beam above his head. Immediately afterwards, two figures pounced on him, two curved blades piercing straight into his heart!

Duan Zhengchun's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly swung his sword to block the attack and at the same time quickly retreated from the room!

However, when he arrived in the courtyard, he found that the other five people had already gathered there, blocking all his escape routes!

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun curled his lips into a cold laugh and slowly removed the black cloth from his face.

Now that things have come to this, there is no need to hide our identities anymore.

"Who are you?!"

"You're so young, yet your martial arts skills have reached an unfathomable level. Who is your master?!"

The leader, an extremely ugly old man, sized up Duan Zhengchun and asked a cold question, his words exuding a heavy aura of gloom.

"Yin Zhiping is a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. As for who his master is, you are not qualified to know."

"Besides, you're going to die soon."

Duan Zhengchun, with one hand behind his back and the broken sword in his other hand, coldly replied.

Upon hearing this, the seven men exchanged glances, and then couldn't help but let out a sinister sneer.

The man stared coldly at Duan Zhengchun and continued to ask, "Did you kill the head of the Secret Seal Hall?!"

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow and hesitated, "Who? Are you talking about that smelly, bearded monk who's hiding in the dungeon and pretending to be someone else?"

Upon hearing this, a look of anger appeared on the faces of all seven men, instantly turning them murderous.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the so-called Seven Rakshasa of the Esoteric Sect, right? Were you the seven who attacked Chongyang Palace and tried to steal the Nine Yin Manual?"

Duan Zhengchun's gaze swept across the faces of the seven people one by one, and he asked a cold question.

"So what if it is?! What do you think you can do all by yourself?!"

The leader snorted coldly and spoke again, completely disregarding Duan Zhengchun.

"kill you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Duan Zhengchun, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, rushed out like lightning and thrust his sword toward the man's throat. His movements were incredibly swift, and his sword technique was earth-shattering!

As soon as Duan Zhengchun made his move, the Seven Rakshasa of the Tantric Sect immediately realized that Duan Zhengchun's strength was not to be underestimated. Without even exchanging a word, the seven of them attacked Duan Zhengchun from all directions at the same time, each unleashing their killing moves!

Duan Zhengchun sneered and unleashed the full power of the First Sword of the East and the Nine Swords of Dugu, one move for defense and one move for offense, with killing moves coming out in an orderly manner!

Moments later, three people had been injured by his broken sword!

Initially, none of the seven people took Duan Zhengchun seriously, so they did not warn the other disciples in the sect. Now that they had started fighting, it was too late to warn them!

Because Duan Zhengchun's attack speed was simply unbelievable, he barely gave them a chance to breathe, and like a ghost, he frantically attacked them!

Originally, it was seven people surrounding one person, but now it's one person trapping all seven of them! They're stretched too thin!

A moment later, with a muffled groan, one of them had his throat pierced by Duan Zhengchun's sword!

The seven men were originally one, but now that one of them had been killed, their formation immediately fell into chaos. Duan Zhengchun seized the opportunity and accelerated his attack once again!

As time went by, the so-called Seven Rakshasas of Tantric Buddhism all fell at Duan Zhengchun's feet!

Although he only had a broken sword in his hand, it seemed to make each of his moves more unpredictable and fierce, and his opponent simply could not resist it!

"The Seven Rakshasas of Tantric Buddhism?! Nothing special!"

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the seven corpses on the ground, sneered, and then used the blood on his sword to write fourteen characters on the wall.

If they dare to set foot in Zhongnan Mountain again, we will surely massacre the Vajra Sect!

After doing all this, Duan Zhengchun no longer hesitated, sheathed his broken sword, and quickly disappeared into the night, as if he had never been there.

After a long time, someone finally discovered the seven Rakshasa who had been killed, and the news immediately spread throughout the ancient temple.

The middle-aged monk arrived late, and seeing the corpse on the ground and the blood-written words on the stone wall, he was enveloped in a heavy sense of gloom.

The hostages were rescued, but dozens of disciples of the sect died tragically. He was already unable to explain this to the sect leader. Now that the other party had returned and even the Seven Rakshasa had died on the spot, he had even less to explain.

Since its founding, the Vajra School has never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!

"Pass down the order: send out all the disciples in the sect. Even if they have to dig three feet into the ground, they must find him!"

"Since he was able to turn back, it means he couldn't have gone far! We absolutely cannot let him leave the Western Regions alive!"

At the command, the surrounding disciples responded and began their pursuit that very night, but to this day they still do not know what Duan Zhengchun looks like.

"One day, I will surely crush the martial arts world of the Central Plains and destroy the Quanzhen Sect!"

The middle-aged monk stood before those fourteen characters, clenching his fists, and silently made up his mind.

...

Cave at the foot of the cliff.

Back in the cave, Duan Zhengchun lit a fire by the pool and put a pot of water on it to boil.

On his journey to the Vajra Sect, he not only killed the Seven Rakshasas, but also brought back some food, a teapot, and three teacups.

"You really killed the Seven Rakshasas of the Tantric School?"

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er slowly approached, looked at Duan Zhengchun who was casually brewing tea, and asked hesitantly.

After a day and a night of recuperation, their injuries have gradually improved, and they are now able to walk freely.

"Yes, their martial arts skills are indeed good, but that's all."

Duan Zhengchun nodded and casually replied with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er were stunned. Now they were finally convinced that Duan Zhengchun's martial arts skills were indeed superior to theirs.

Before last night, if someone had said that their junior apprentice's martial arts skills would surpass theirs, they would never have believed it, but now it was truly happening right before their eyes.

However, Duan Zhengchun didn't take any of this to heart, and focused on brewing tea as if nothing had happened.

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