Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

West Night City.

Duan Zhengchun, accompanied by Lin Zhiyuan, dressed in Taoist robes, swaggered through the city and eventually entered the largest restaurant in the city. He then spent a gold coin to book the entire restaurant.

Inside a private room on the third floor, Duan Zhengchun sat at the table, holding a wine pot in one hand and slowly pouring wine. His expression was unusually calm, without the slightest ripple.

Lin Zhiyuan, standing to the side, lacked his composure. A hint of tension lingered between his brows as he frequently glanced out the window, restless and uneasy.

"Since you're here, make the best of it. If you can't even keep your temper in check, how will you ever accomplish anything in the future?"

Duan Zhengchun picked up his wine cup and took a sip, then picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of meat, and put it in his mouth.

The table was laden with delicious food; after several days of travel, he could finally have a good meal.

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated, then sat silently to the side, looking at the table full of fine wine and food, but he couldn't muster any appetite.

Duan Zhengchun said nothing more, enjoying the delicious food on the table at his own leisure.

The broken sword, stained with countless drops of blood, lay on the right side of the table, within easy reach.

His grand entrance into the city was intended to lure all the pursuing enemies here, hoping to buy Cui Zhifang more time to go further and completely escape the pursuit of the Vajra Sect.

After sitting for a while, Lin Zhiyuan got up again and went to the window to look outside. His expression changed drastically, and he turned to Duan Zhengchun nervously, shouting, "The Vajra Sect people are here! I can't see how many there are!"

Duan Zhengchun didn't reply, but instead showed a relieved smile. He slowly put down his chopsticks, took out the wine gourd that was hanging on his waist again, and filled it up little by little.

Since rejoining the team, he hadn't had a proper drink for quite some time, and the craving for alcohol in his stomach had been kicking in for a while.

Lin Zhiyuan stood by the window, watching the Vajra Sect assassins appearing on the street and rapidly approaching the restaurant. He nervously swallowed and subconsciously gripped his sword tightly.

"Are you scared?"

Duan Zhengchun tilted his head back, took a sip of wine, and asked a question casually.

"No...I'm not afraid!"

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then straightened his chest and mustered his courage to answer.

"Then let's fight our way out! If you're scared, you can find somewhere to hide now!"

"But if you dare to fight your way out with me, from now on no one will dare to look down on you! Otherwise, you'll be nothing but a worm forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun stood up, hung the wine gourd on his waist, picked up the sword on the table, and slowly walked to the window.

The assassins from the Vajra Sect had already flooded into the restaurant. The manager and waiters had long since fled in terror, and pedestrians on the street were also making way for them. Everyone knew what was going to happen next.

Lin Zhiyuan nodded heavily, gripping the sword hilt tightly, a hint of determination gradually appearing in his tense eyes.

Duan Zhengchun said nothing more, turned around and walked out of the private room, heading towards the stairwell without hesitation.

Just then, a shout rang out, and an assassin rushed up to the third floor and stabbed Duan Zhengchun in the chest!

Duan Zhengchun kicked out with lightning speed, sending the man flying down the stairs, where he fell heavily in a straight line!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun drew his broken sword and charged toward the Vajra Sect assassins who filled the entire staircase with a cold smile!

In the blink of an eye, shouts of killing filled the entire restaurant, and blood splattered everywhere!

Lin Zhiyuan followed closely behind Duan Zhengchun. Seeing the unstoppable Duan Zhengchun, the fear in his heart seemed to suddenly disappear. He frantically waved the long sword in his hand!

After an unknown amount of time, the battle finally ended!

Lin Zhiyuan stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, panting heavily, supporting himself with one hand on his sword, looking at Duan Zhengchun's straight back in front of him.

His entire right arm was almost numb, and he couldn't remember how many people he had just killed!

All he remembered was that as long as he stayed by Senior Brother Yin's side, no enemy could hurt him!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun and Lin Zhiyuan, covered in blood, slowly walked out of the restaurant. The crowds who had stopped to watch on both sides of the street gasped and took a step back when they saw the two "bloody men" appear.

The blood was the enemy's blood! Those who came to claim lives ultimately lost their own!

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the door panel beside him, a cold smile flashing across his lips. Without hesitation, he mounted the white horse at the door, gestured to Lin Zhiyuan, flicked the reins, and galloped swiftly towards the south gate.

Lin Zhiyuan mounted his horse and immediately gave chase.

With Duan Zhengchun and his companion gone, the onlookers finally relaxed and curiously peered into the restaurant.

"what?!"

Just then, a figure stumbled out of the door, startling the crowd who gasped in surprise.

The man glanced in the direction Duan Zhengchun had ridden away, then quickly turned and left, his pale face filled with undisguised fear!

After Duan Zhengchun led Lin Zhiyuan out of the South Gate, they headed south for two whole days, deliberately leaving some traces along the way.

Starting on the third day, they suddenly erased all traces, concealed their whereabouts again, and changed direction, heading east.

...

Five days later.

Outside Wulei Town.

In a grove of trees, more than thirty members of the Quanzhen Sect were gathered together, eating the dry rations that Cui Zhifang had bought from the town in disguise.

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er sat under a big tree, looking at their disciples around them, all of whom looked exhausted, with solemn expressions.

The days of fleeing had brought everyone to the brink of collapse. Those disciples who were already injured not only did not recover, but their injuries worsened, forcing them to travel by carriage, which made them increasingly conspicuous, and everyone was on tenterhooks.

"If their injuries are not healed soon, they may die on the way back to the Central Plains."

Sun Bu'er sighed and muttered something to himself with a hint of helplessness.

Liu Chuxuan turned his head and glanced at the scene, then whispered, "The Vajra Sect people haven't come after us yet. They must have been lured away by Zhiping. If we just hold on a little longer, we can return to the Central Plains."

"We are not far from the border city of the Western Regions. In seven days at most, we will be able to escape from the Western Regions."

Sun Bu'er said worriedly, "That's true, but I'm worried they won't be able to hold on for another seven days. Not only the injured disciples, but the other disciples are also about to give up."

Liu Chuxuan frowned, unsure of what else to say.

Although their skills had gradually recovered to 30%, they dared not linger on the way. If the assassins caught up again, they would be powerless to stop them with only 30% of their skills.

"I wonder how Zhiping is doing..."

Sun Bu'er leaned against the tree trunk, sighed deeply, and slowly said something, her words full of worry.

Liu Chuxuan remained silent, but his mind couldn't help but recall the days he spent with his junior apprentice in the mountain cave.

"who?!"

Just then, Cui Zhifang, who was on guard with several disciples around him, suddenly drew his weapon and shouted into the depths of the woods.

Upon hearing the words, everyone was startled and nervously looked in the direction where Cui Zhifang was.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the attention of the crowd, Duan Zhengchun rode a white horse and slowly emerged from the dense forest, followed by Lin Zhiyuan.

"Junior Brother Yin?!"

Upon seeing this, Cui Zhifang couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and hurriedly sheathed his sword.

"Senior Brother Yin!"

"Junior Brother Lin!"

Soon, everyone stood up and went to greet them, their faces beaming with smiles they hadn't seen in a long time.

With Duan Zhengchun's return, hope was once again brought to everyone.

"He always seems to appear just in time."

Liu Chuxuan smiled and said something, then he and Sun Bu'er helped each other to their feet and slowly walked over.

"Uncle, uncle."

Duan Zhengchun dismounted and bowed to Liu and Sun with clasped hands.

"How's it going? You're not hurt, are you?"

"Those assassins from the Vajra Sect didn't follow, did they?"

The two men looked Duan Zhengchun up and down, asking the same question at the same time.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and affirmed, "Very good, everyone can rest assured. The enemy won't be able to catch up for a while. Zhiyuan and I have already led them in another direction."

“I bought some food on the way. Everyone has been traveling for days and must be starving. Zhiyuan, share the food with everyone.”

Lin Zhiyuan agreed and immediately called over several fellow disciples. They unloaded a bag from the horse's back and distributed the food and drink inside to everyone...