Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Outside the rear hall.

Duan Zhengchun stood on the stone steps, looking at the Quanzhen Sect disciples who had almost filled the entire backyard, and sneered inwardly.

Judging from their expressions, it seems that not everyone wants to come out alive.

He finally understood that the seemingly united and friendly Quanzhen Sect was not actually a monolithic entity, and their relentless attacks on him seemed to be aimed at Qiu Chuji.

[Is it for the position of chief disciple?!]

"Sect Leader, it's good that Zhiping is safe and sound, but shouldn't he give the disciples an explanation for injuring his fellow disciple?"

"Yes, Sect Leader, he has violated three precepts as soon as he returned, especially the matter of secretly learning the One-Finger Divine Skill. This is treason. If he is not severely punished, the consequences will be unimaginable if all the disciples in the sect follow suit in the future!"

Hao Datong and Wang Chuyi, who were in charge, were the first to make trouble, directly demanding in front of everyone that Qiu Chuji severely punish Duan Zhengchun.

According to the sect rules, if Duan Zhengchun's violation of these three precepts is confirmed, he will be expelled from the sect at best and never be allowed to set foot on Zhongnan Mountain again; at worst, he will lose all his cultivation and become a cripple!

"Switching to another's sect is not only an act of betrayal, but also an act of disloyalty to one's master and ancestors! Even if our master were alive, he would not forgive us!"

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who was hiding in the crowd, muttered something, which immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, his disgust for Zhao Zhijing growing ever stronger.

"enough!"

Qiu Chuji, standing next to Duan Zhengchun, remained silent for a moment, then spoke coldly, and everyone present immediately fell silent.

"Zhijing, during this trip to the northern desert, did you separate from Zhiping? Did you go somewhere else on your own?!"

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Chuji looked at Zhao Zhijing with a serious expression and asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Zhijing was taken aback for a moment, then shrank back and hurriedly cupped his hands, saying, "Reporting to the Sect Leader, this disciple has been traveling with my fellow disciples the whole time, and has not dared to be careless for even a moment. How could I dare to leave without permission!"

Qiu Chuji pressed further: "Zhiping didn't know the One-Finger Divine Skill before he went to the northern desert. The only possibility is that he was instructed by someone on his way to the northern desert!"

"Since you never left, did you ever see Zhiping take anyone else as his master?! Did you ever personally witness anyone teaching him the One-Finger Divine Skill?!"

Zhao Zhijing: "This..."

This question left him speechless. Even if he wanted to make something up, he had no chance, because there were other fellow disciples with him at the time.

Qiu Chuji then said, "Since he did not take anyone else as his master, how can you say he has betrayed his faith?!"

Faced with such a question, the room fell silent, and no one could answer for a moment.

However, a moment later, Wang Chuyi stepped forward again and slowly said, "Since he did not switch to another sect, how did he learn the One-Finger Divine Skill? Everyone saw it that day; he did indeed use the One-Finger Divine Skill to seriously injure Zhijing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing immediately covered his chest and coughed a few times, revealing a face full of grievance.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's affected manner, Duan Zhengchun curled his lips indifferently. If it weren't for the fact that his own power was almost completely exhausted, Zhao Zhijing would not be standing here alive at all.

He didn't take their hostility to heart at all, and he didn't care about anyone. The only reason he chose to stay and listen to their nonsense was because of Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji turned his head and looked at Duan Zhengchun with a kind smile. He stroked his beard and said loudly, "You seem to have forgotten one thing. Back then, in order to deal with the old poison master, our master specially exchanged the Innate Skill with Master Yideng for the One-Finger Divine Skill. Finally, before his death, he used the One-Finger Divine Skill, which was infused with Innate True Qi, to severely injure the old poison master!"

"That's why the old poison master hasn't come to Zhongnan Mountain all these years! Even if this generation of disciples is unaware, you two should remember!"

In closing, Qiu Chuji gave Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong a meaningful look.

The two exchanged a glance, unsure how to respond, as they too had experienced this firsthand.

Qiu Chuji continued, "Although Master learned the One-Finger Divine Skill back then, it is not a martial art of our Quanzhen Sect, so he did not pass it on to his disciples."

"However, before his death, Master instructed that the secret formula of the One Finger Divine Skill should be kept by the successive sect leaders. Although I have not studied it, Zhiping was fortunate enough to have opened that set of secret formulas."

"I never expected him to grasp it so quickly, mastering such a unique skill after just one reading. This has exceeded my expectations. But perhaps it's because he has a special connection with his master, perhaps his spirit in heaven has chosen him, or perhaps it's simply Zhiping's own good fortune!"

Upon hearing Qiu Chuji's explanation, the crowd fell silent once again, with many revealing envy and jealousy in their eyes.

At this point, no one dared to say that Duan Zhengchun had betrayed the sect, especially since even their own master and grandmaster had been implicated!

Duan Zhengchun looked at the serious-looking Qiu Chuji, feeling a mix of emotions, because only he knew that Qiu Chuji was lying.

To protect him, Qiu Chuji, the sect leader, actually lied in public.

“Since he did not betray the sect, there is no need to punish him. However, it is evident that he injured his fellow disciples and did indeed lay a hand on me. But considering that he did it when he was mentally deranged, although there are extenuating circumstances, he still has to be punished.”

As Qiu Chuji spoke, he turned to look at Duan Zhengchun, a hint of self-reproach in his eyes.

"My disciple was in the wrong first, so I will accept whatever punishment is due!"

Duan Zhengchun immediately bowed and made a firm statement.

The old Taoist priest has already gone to such lengths; it would be unreasonable for him not to reciprocate.

Qiu Chuji nodded and said, "Then you will be punished by going to your master's grave to reflect on your mistakes. You are not allowed to leave Chaomu Cliff for a month!"

Duan Zhengchun immediately agreed, even though he didn't know where Chaomu Cliff was or what kind of place it was.

“Zhiyuan, he hasn’t regained his memory yet. Take him to his residence to pack up. In an hour, he will go to Chaomu Cliff to be punished.”

Qiu Chuji nodded with satisfaction and slowly said something.

Lin Zhiyuan, the junior brother who had been closely guarding Duan Zhengchun, immediately stepped out from the crowd and led Duan Zhengchun away.

Everyone watched Duan Zhengchun's departing figure, each with a different expression, while Qiu Chuji ignored everyone and turned back to the inner hall.

With things having come to this point, although some of the people present were unwilling, they could only disperse.

...

Led by Lin Zhiyuan, Duan Zhengchun arrived at Yin Zhiping's residence and discovered that Yin Zhiping was an extremely boring person in his lifetime. His house was filled with all kinds of books, many of which were about alchemy and immortality cultivation.

Looking at these strange books, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but shake his head; there wasn't a single one he could understand.

"Senior brother, the water is here."

At this moment, Lin Zhiyuan slowly walked in carrying a basin of water.

"You can go out now. We'll call you if we need anything."

Duan Zhengchun nodded and casually remarked as he approached.

Aside from Qiu Chuji, he didn't want to get too close to anyone else in the sect, because he always felt that everyone was hostile towards him. Sometimes he even felt that Yin Zhiping must not have been a good person in his lifetime, otherwise he wouldn't have become the target of everyone's hatred.

Moreover, he didn't know what to talk about with them, and if the conversation went astray, it would be difficult to smooth things over.

He was a clean person, and he stayed in the underground chamber for three days without washing his face even once.

However, just as he bent down to wash his face properly, he saw that unfamiliar face again in the reflection of the basin.

Waking up to find himself more than twenty years younger would excite anyone, but not him, because everything he was about to face was unknown.

Moreover, he could no longer see the women he loved.

In this life, nothing is more painful than the pain of unrequited love.

However, there is one thing to be happy about: Yin Zhiping is not bad-looking. He is quite handsome and has a dashing appearance, much like I did back in my day.

Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun smiled, lowered his head to wash his face, and stopped thinking about it.

Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it; living is always better than dying.

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Zhao Zhijing walked in slowly with a fawning smile on his face.

"Junior brother is washing his face?"

Duan Zhengchun picked up a handkerchief and wiped his wet cheeks. He turned and looked Zhao Zhijing up and down, who was clutching his chest. He said impatiently, "Otherwise what? Does Senior Brother usually wash his butt with a basin?"

Zhao Zhijing: "..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing, who had been smiling obsequiously, couldn't help but cough a few times, his smile freezing on his face, his complexion turning bright red.

He immediately realized that Yin Zhiping was belittling him to his face, saying that his face was like a buttock, thick-skinned and rough.

Although he was seething inside, he forced himself to smile again.

Duan Zhengchun ignored Zhao Zhijing, who was grinning obsequiously and looking around, and went straight to the table to sit down, slowly pouring himself a cup of hot tea.

Zhao Zhijing chuckled as he approached, about to reach out and take the teacup to express his gratitude, but then realized that the tea wasn't meant for him, and immediately looked embarrassed.

For a fleeting moment, he suddenly felt that his junior brother seemed like a completely different person, with every gesture and movement...