Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Why are there so few people left? Where are the others?"

Duan Zhengchun frowned, while instructing Lin Zhiyuan to gather the wounded on the ground and give them simple bandaging treatment, he asked Cui Zhifang a question.

Cui Zhifang's eyes were bloodshot. He shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice, "They're all dead... The people from the Vajra Sect are like madmen, relentlessly hunting us down."

"The pursuit had eased somewhat in the past few days, but they eventually discovered our tracks in the ancient city of Loulan. Those who managed to escape alive are all here..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er were filled with self-reproach. They shook their heads and silently began to bandage the wounds of their injured disciples.

"They certainly won't give up so easily. We don't have time to be sentimental. Let's rest as soon as possible and leave here immediately. Let's have someone find a suitable place nearby to bury our dead disciples."

Duan Zhengchun frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Do we really have to abandon them?"

Cui Zhi asked again with a somber expression.

Duan Zhengchun looked at Cui Zhifang seriously and said, "They are already dead. Even if we bring their bodies back to the Central Plains, it won't change the outcome."

"Besides, how far do you think we can go with so many corpses? It will only slow us down, and more people might die!"

"Don't worry, even if they rest here forever, no one will ever forget them! Those who return alive will definitely remember them!"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's reply, Cui Zhifang nodded silently and said nothing more. He immediately ordered several disciples to start digging a pit in the distant woods.

"Where is Zhao Zhijing?!"

Duan Zhengchun glanced around and, finding Zhao Zhijing missing, called Lin Zhiyuan over and asked him in a deep voice.

Lin Zhiyuan looked around blankly, shaking his head, and said, "I don't know... Before the battle started, Senior Brother told everyone to run for their lives, and he also said that Senior Brother Yin, you already..."

"Oh... Junior Brother Yin, you've finally arrived..."

Before Lin Zhiyuan could finish speaking, Zhao Zhijing's voice suddenly came from the side, and then Lu Qingdu was seen helping Zhao Zhijing walk slowly over.

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and saw that Zhao Zhijing had a blood-stained strip of cloth wrapped around his arm, and his hair was disheveled and he looked miserable.

"I thought you had deserted your post."

Duan Zhengchun looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was baring his teeth, and said something expressionlessly.

"How could that be?! With a formidable enemy at hand, how could I possibly abandon my fellow disciples and live a life of shame!"

Zhao Zhijing was stunned for a moment, then immediately straightened his face and said loudly with a fearless expression.

"Uncle-Master Yin, how could you say that about my master? How could he possibly be that kind of person?!"

Lu Qingdu, who was standing to the side, also muttered something in dissatisfaction.

"I hope so!"

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the two of them coldly, casually uttered a sentence, and then ignored them.

As Zhao Zhijing watched Duan Zhengchun turn and leave, his expression changed instantly, and his brows furrowed with seriousness.

After an incense stick had burned, all the disciples who had died in battle were buried in the mountains and forests. Then Duan Zhengchun led the wounded and all the remaining disciples on another journey.

To prevent the Vajra Sect from continuing their pursuit, Cui Zhifang volunteered to cover the rear, leading a few disciples to follow at a distance from the rest of the group.

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The next day.

Outside West Night City.

In a dilapidated temple, Duan Zhengchun sat around a bonfire, his expression solemn.

A broken iron pot sat on the campfire, simmering a pot of food. It contained wild vegetables, game, and other miscellaneous ingredients, making it hard to tell what kind of dish it was, but it smelled quite good.

However, Duan Zhengchun found it all rather dull, and simply stared silently at the dozen or so injured disciples lying haphazardly outside.

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er were leading Lin Zhiyuan to examine the wounded disciples, taking good care of them along the way.

With the two of them successfully rescued, the morale of the team gradually stabilized, and with Duan Zhengchun's return, everyone was at least no longer worried.

But Duan Zhengchun was not happy, because he knew that with so many wounded soldiers, the enemy would soon catch up again.

Judging from the attitude of the Vajra Sect, it seems that they will not stop until they have killed them all within the Western Regions.

"Senior Brother Yin, we've already escaped, why do you still look troubled?"

A disciple who was cooking food in an iron pot looked at Duan Zhengchun, who remained silent and had a solemn expression, and couldn't help but ask him cautiously.

"It's nothing, hurry up and prepare the food and distribute it to everyone."

Duan Zhengchun casually replied, then got up and slowly walked out.

At this moment, Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er had finished examining the injuries of the wounded disciples and were getting up when they saw Duan Zhengchun appear at the entrance of the dilapidated temple. They chuckled and nodded approvingly.

Lin Zhiyuan kept scratching his head and grinning foolishly at Duan Zhengchun.

It seemed that everyone except Duan Zhengchun had let their guard down.

This is not a good thing!

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Cui Zhifang arrived suddenly with several disciples covering the rear.

"Senior Uncle! Junior Uncle! Something terrible has happened! The Vajra Sect people have caught up again!"

"They'll probably arrive here soon!"

Upon hearing Cui Zhifang's slightly hurried words, everyone present froze, their smiles vanishing instantly, and a tense atmosphere quickly began to spread.

Now, there are fewer than twenty people here who can fight, and most of them are injured and can no longer withstand another large-scale battle.

"Junior Brother Yin, what should we do?"

Immediately afterwards, Cui Zhifang walked quickly to Duan Zhengchun, his face full of worry.

At the same time, Liu Chuxuan, Sun Bu'er, and all the disciples turned their attention to Duan Zhengchun, as if they had regarded Duan Zhengchun as their only hope.

Sitting in the corner, Senior Brother Zhao Zhijing was like an outsider, completely ignored by everyone.

"How many people came?"

Duan Zhengchun asked a question with a stern face.

Cui Zhifang said, "No fewer than fifty or sixty people..."

Upon hearing this, a shadow fell over everyone present, and they couldn't help but whisper among themselves, unsure of what to do.

Duan Zhengchun stood on the stone steps, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces. After a moment's thought, he looked seriously at Cui Zhifang and said softly, "I'll trouble Senior Brother Cui to take everyone away from here immediately. Leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan immediately stepped forward, saying worriedly, "You're going to stay here alone?! They outnumber us and their intentions are not good. How can we leave you here alone?!"

Duan Zhengchun said, "There is no better way. I don't want anyone else to die!"

"Don't worry, it's easier for me to get away on my own."

Upon hearing that Duan Zhengchun had decided to stay behind alone to deal with the situation, all the disciples were moved, their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration as they looked at him.

"There's no time to hesitate! I'm entrusting them to you. Make sure everyone is safe and sound!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Cui Zhifang, whose face was solemn, and said something decisively.

"Take care of yourself!"

Cui Zhifang nodded heavily, and without further hesitation, immediately ordered all his disciples to get up and leave.

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er glanced at Duan Zhengchun with concern, gave him a few words of advice, and then quickly followed the group to retreat.

"What are you still waiting for?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Lin Zhiyuan, who was standing motionless beside him, and asked in a deep voice.

Everyone else left, but Lin Zhiyuan didn't move an inch from beginning to end.

"I won't leave! With a formidable enemy at hand, I won't abandon my senior brother to face it alone. If something happens to you, I won't be able to face Master when I return!"

Lin Zhiyuan straightened his chest and answered loudly. Although he was also afraid, he still firmly chose to stay.

Duan Zhengchun grinned, said nothing more, returned to the dilapidated temple, opened his luggage, took out his Taoist robe and changed into it.

Upon seeing this, Lin Zhiyuan immediately understood what was happening and put on his own Taoist robe as well.

Immediately afterwards, the two threw their disguises into the campfire, knocked over the pot of food that hadn't been eaten yet, and then quickly left the dilapidated temple. When the pursuing enemy came into view in the distance, they quickly mounted their horses and left.

They left in the opposite direction from Cui Zhifang and his group.

Before long, dozens of assassins from the Vajra Sect caught up with the dilapidated temple. They then discovered signs of a chaotic escape throughout the temple and quickly pursued Duan Zhengchun and Lin Zhiyuan in the direction they had gone.

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