Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

One day later.

As the westward-bound caravan was making its way to the border, they suddenly discovered several familiar-looking corpses by the roadside.

"How could it be them?! We went in different directions, why did we meet here again?!"

Liu Chuxuan stood before the corpse, frowning as he looked at the gruesome body on the ground, his expression grave.

"Four people, not one missing!"

Duan Zhengchun said expressionlessly, bent down and forcefully pulled the brocade box from the arms of the monk he had once saved. He opened it and found it was empty.

"It seems that the group of men in black did not let them go and have succeeded."

Cui Zhifang frowned, unable to bear the sight, and slowly said, "I never expected that group of people to be so ruthless. Not only did they steal the treasure, they didn't even leave behind a complete corpse!"

The four monks' corpses on the ground were almost all disemboweled; not only were their eyes gouged out, but their hearts were also gone!

Seeing the tragic scene before them, everyone present, including Duan Zhengchun, wore solemn expressions.

He had initially been somewhat disdainful of the guarded attitude the other party had shown after his rescue, but now, seeing the state of the four dead, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

"Since the other side is some kind of cult, and so ruthless, it's best if we don't meddle. We're not far from the border town, so it's wise to set off as soon as possible."

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing to the side, looked at the corpse on the ground with some disgust and urged him to say something.

"Yes, my master is right. We have already offended the Vajra Sect. We must not make any more enemies. We should return to the Central Plains as soon as possible."

Lu Qingdu, who was hiding behind Zhao Zhijing, also chimed in with a couple of words at this moment.

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes. Although they wanted to help the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions retrieve its treasures and uphold justice, they were barely able to protect themselves, so what right did they have to meddle in other people's business?

"You guys go first, I'll go get the stuff back for them!"

At this moment, Duan Zhengchun suddenly said something, then checked the footprints on the ground, mounted his horse, and galloped away.

Everyone present was surprised to see Duan Zhengchun mount his horse and leave. They hadn't expected him to offer his help this time.

"Zhijing, it's too dangerous for him to go alone. You should immediately select ten disciples to go with him. If they do manage to find that group of evil cultists from the Western Regions, they'll have someone to look after them!"

Liu Chuxuan was still worried, so he quickly turned to Zhao Zhijing and gave him an instruction.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing's expression immediately turned serious, and he hesitated, feeling a hundred times unwilling.

However, under Liu Chuxuan's command, he dared not object and had no choice but to select ten disciples, quickly mount their horses, and chase after Duan Zhengchun in the direction he had left.

With Duan Zhengchun gone, Liu Chuxuan became the one giving orders in the group. Instead of leading everyone to the border town first, he slowly headed east while secretly scouting the location of the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions.

...

Ancient Ink Town.

Under the cover of night, several people dressed in tight-fitting clothes sat in a roadside tavern, whispering to each other. A package was placed on the table, right in their line of sight.

The tavern was not crowded and seemed rather deserted. The owner was slumped behind the counter, yawning frequently, looking rather tired.

Just then, a young man dressed in a blue robe slowly walked in, with a gourd of wine at his waist, a sword in his hand, and a straw hat pulled low over his head.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The waiter hurriedly went to greet him with a smile.

The young man shook the gourd in his hand without saying a word, but the waiter immediately understood, smiled and agreed, took the gourd, and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

The young man leaned lazily against the counter, waiting quietly, seemingly just a passerby who had unintentionally wandered into the tavern.

However, the group of people dressed in tight-fitting clothes sitting near the entrance suddenly fell silent after the young man appeared. They remained seated without moving, almost all of them focused and quietly observing the young man standing by the counter.

The reason was that the young man seemed to exude a familiar aura.

Not long after, the waiter returned and handed the full gourd of wine back to the young man.

The young man took the gourd of wine, paid the money, but did not leave. Instead, he leaned quietly against the counter and silently drank his wine, as if there was something he had not yet finished.

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

The waiter hesitated for a moment, then asked another question.

The young man did not answer, but remained standing quietly in place.

This time, it was the group of people dressed in tight-fitting clothes sitting by the door who couldn't sit still any longer. One of them took out a silver ingot from his pocket and threw it on the table. Then, they exchanged glances, and the others immediately got up, picked up the package on the table, and prepared to leave.

But just as they turned to leave, a blur flashed by, and the young man who had been leaning against the counter suddenly appeared and blocked the entrance to the tavern.

Such bizarre movement caused the faces of these people to change. The shop assistant who had been waiting at the counter to ask questions also opened his eyes wide in horror, unable to utter a single word, thinking that he had just seen a ghost.

"What do you mean by this?"

The leader's face darkened, and he squinted at Duan Zhengchun, asking a cold question.

"Leave that package behind; perhaps it will allow you to have a complete corpse."

The young man said it in a calm tone, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Although the young man's face was almost completely hidden by his straw hat, the expressions of the people who were about to leave changed almost simultaneously as soon as he spoke!

They remember that sound!

"I didn't expect you to actually track me down here! I've already said this has nothing to do with you! Why insist on getting involved?!"

The leader frowned and asked in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he subtly gestured to his companion carrying the package to retreat.

"It seems you already know who I am."

The young man shook his head and said something with a hint of helplessness. Then he slowly raised his head, took off his straw hat, and revealed a faint, cold smile.

Duan Zhengchun!

As Duan Zhengchun revealed his true colors, the man carrying the package immediately rushed towards the back door of the tavern!

Having witnessed Duan Zhengchun's skills, they knew that a direct confrontation would be futile, so their only option was to flee!

But Duan Zhengchun would never give them such an opportunity!

Just as that man had run a short distance, Duan Zhengchun once again darted out like a ghost, passing the other people in the blink of an eye and arriving right in front of him!

With a flash of sword light, the man was instantly killed by a single sword strike to the throat!

Duan Zhengchun reacted quickly, snatching the package just before the man's body fell to the ground.

Seeing that someone had been killed, the shop assistant cried out in alarm and hurriedly hid behind the counter. The shopkeeper, who had been looking tired, also turned pale and immediately squatted down.

Duan Zhengchun sneered and didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground. He quickly opened the package, but the smile on his face instantly froze!

The package seemed quite heavy, but when Duan Zhengchun opened it, he found that it contained only a solid piece of wood, which was not what he was looking for at all!

Fell into a trap!

However, when Duan Zhengchun turned around to look for the others, he found that they had already disappeared!

Duan Zhengchun cursed under his breath, dropped the package, and quickly chased after the group of people who had fled in the direction they had gone!

Shortly after Duan Zhengchun chased after them, a group of people slowly emerged from the alleyway opposite the tavern and quietly followed them from a distance.

The leader was Zhao Zhijing, but he didn't seem to have any intention of helping. Otherwise, he could have intercepted them when they fled.

Under the cover of night, the three groups of people, spaced apart, quickly headed out of town.

A short while later, in the wild bamboo forest outside the town, Duan Zhengchun stared expressionlessly at the few people who had just escaped, a faint hint of killing intent in his eyes.

He had already recognized that the person in the lead was the leader of the Western Regions cult who had attacked the four Shaolin monks from the Western Regions yesterday!

After rushing out of the tavern, he tracked them all the way here, but now he was no longer facing the few people left in the tavern, but was surrounded by more than twenty people!

It turns out the other party wasn't just running away; there were other accomplices hiding here, and it seemed they had deliberately lured him here...