Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Where's the stuff?!"

In the bamboo forest, Duan Zhengchun stared coldly at the leader of the Western Regions cult, his voice icy.

The man stared blankly at Duan Zhengchun and said loudly, "So you've also come for the treasures of Shaolin Temple! But unfortunately, you may not leave alive tonight!"

"But I'm really curious, who exactly are you?! Judging from your appearance, you should be from the Central Plains martial arts world. The Western Regions sects and the Central Plains martial arts world have always kept to themselves. Are you trying to provoke a war between the Western Regions martial arts world and the Central Plains martial arts world by pestering me like this?!"

Duan Zhengchun sneered and said disdainfully, "A bunch of heretics and evil people actually dare to represent the martial arts world of the Western Regions?! It's laughable!"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the stuff now! I might leave you with a whole corpse!"

The man narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing something, and sneered, "It seems you have no idea what's in that brocade box!"

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man waved his hand and gave the order to attack!

Immediately afterwards, more than twenty assassins from the Western Regions cult swarmed towards Duan Zhengchun, their methods ruthless, each strike aimed at Duan Zhengchun's vital points!

Using his Cloud-Tracking Illusionary Lightness Skill, Duan Zhengchun moved among the assassins, unleashing both fists and feet, constantly exchanging blows with his enemies. It seemed like he was in grave danger, and could die at any moment from the enemy's chaotic blades.

The reason he didn't draw his sword right away was that he was trying to find out who was hiding the so-called treasure while fighting.

In the darkness not far away, Zhao Zhijing and ten disciples quietly hid among the trees and bushes, watching the battle unfolding in the forest.

"Senior Brother, the enemy outnumbers us. If we don't make a move soon, Senior Brother Yin might be in danger!"

One of the disciples looked ahead nervously and couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing turned and glared at the disciple, saying in a deep voice, "Don't worry, your Senior Brother Yin is highly skilled in martial arts. Those people are no match for him. We don't need to help him."

"We just need to stay here quietly to prevent the enemy from having any ambushes nearby. We can't be reckless!"

As he spoke, a sinister glint gradually appeared in his eyes. He gritted his teeth as he looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was being besieged.

On the other side, Duan Zhengchun, who was fighting the enemy, finally realized that the treasure that these people had taken from the Shaolin monks in the Western Regions was on the leader.

However, the leader remained on the periphery, not daring to confront Duan Zhengchun directly, seemingly preparing to escape at any moment.

After understanding all this, Duan Zhengchun sneered and finally drew the broken sword from his waist!

With a flash of sword light, an assassin fell instantly! His entire arm was almost sliced ​​off by the blade in an instant, and his painful screams echoed throughout the bamboo forest!

Before he could fall to the ground, another sword had already pierced his neck!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun transformed into a ghost, wielding a broken sword and charging wildly. The assassins, who had thought they had the upper hand, were completely unable to stop him, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

In the blink of an eye, more than 80% of the twenty-odd assassins had been killed!

The leader looked terrified, finally realizing Duan Zhengchun's power. He disregarded his men and turned to flee frantically into the depths of the bamboo forest, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

After running for a long time, the screams behind them finally stopped. The leader breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously slowed down, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Just who is that kid? How come he's even more ruthless than us when it comes to killing..."

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps suddenly came from ahead, and then more than ten dark figures slowly emerged from the bamboo forest and blocked his way.

"who?!"

The leader was taken aback, his whole body trembled, and he shouted angrily.

"Hand over your stuff!"

A cold voice came from the dozen or so people opposite.

"Who are you?! What are you talking about?! I have no idea what you're saying!"

The cult leader glared at the group that had suddenly reappeared and rebuked them in a deep voice.

He never expected that he would escape one danger only to fall into another. How could he be so unlucky tonight?!

At this moment, a person slowly walked out from the opposite side, carrying a sword in his arms. Judging from his clothes, he seemed to be a Taoist priest.

"If you hand over the item, I might spare your life."

By the dim moonlight, the speaker revealed his appearance; he was Zhao Zhijing, who had been ordered to come and support Duan Zhengchun.

"What? You've got the wrong person!"

The cult leader answered with a stern face while quickly surveying his surroundings, looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Stop pretending, I know, the thing is on you."

Zhao Zhijing said with a sneer, pointing to the cult leader's left hand, which was covering his lower abdomen.

The cult leader snorted coldly, subconsciously releasing his left hand, and raised his head, saying, "I advise you to mind your own business! Don't offend the wrong people!"

As he spoke, he had already identified a safe direction and was preparing to escape.

But Zhao Zhijing suddenly waved his hand and gave an order. Without saying a word, the ten disciples rushed towards the cult leader!

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were locked in fierce combat!

The cult leader never dreamed that he, who had just been leading his men to attack others, would now find himself trapped in an encirclement!

Before long, the cult leader, who was already exhausted, could no longer hold on. He had suffered several sword wounds and was staggering, looking like he was about to give up.

Just then, Zhao Zhijing suddenly struck, hitting the cult leader with a palm strike!

The cult leader coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees with a thud, his left hand still tightly clutching his lower abdomen.

With a cold smile, Zhao Zhijing slowly walked towards the cult leader, his icy eyes fixed on the spot the cult leader was covering with his hand.

"Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll destroy it!"

The cult leader suddenly forced himself to stand up, pulled a palm-sized wooden box from his pocket, and roared something.

Zhao Zhijing did not stop walking and continued to walk forward, and the two of them were already very close.

But at that moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared from the side and rushed in like a ghost!

A sword light flashed!

The cult leader's head instantly detached from his body and flew off!

The gushing blood splattered all over Zhao Zhijing's body and face!

Amidst gasps of surprise, the ten Quanzhen Sect disciples standing behind Zhao Zhijing froze in place, staring in disbelief at the sudden appearance of Duan Zhengchun!

At this moment, Duan Zhengchun held a sword in one hand and picked up the fallen wooden box with the other, like a grim reaper from hell!

Zhao Zhijing's pale face was covered in blood. He watched as the headless corpse of the cult leader fell straight down at his feet. Only then did he come to his senses and frantically wipe the blood from his face with trembling hands.

An invisible fear almost overwhelmed him, making it hard for him to breathe!

This fear wasn't directed at the blood on his face, nor at the corpse on the ground, but at Duan Zhengchun, who was right in front of him.

He had never seen his junior brother kill so cleanly and decisively, leaving no room for error!

Duan Zhengchun ignored the shocked crowd, silently lowered his head, opened the wooden box in his hand, and examined it carefully by the moonlight.

What was originally inside the wooden box was just a bead that resembled a pearl or gemstone, round and lustrous, with a faint silver sheen.

This was the treasure that the Western Regions cult had seized from the Shaolin monks, but he didn't know what its purpose was. It didn't look like a priceless jewel or a rare and precious elixir.

"So it's Junior Brother Yin! We've finally found you!"

"My senior uncle and senior master were worried about you being alone, so they asked me to select ten capable disciples to follow you. Unexpectedly, they encountered a suspicious person in this forest, and that's how the fight started."

"I didn't expect that this person would be exactly the one Junior Brother Yin was looking for."

After wiping the blood off his face and calming his fear, Zhao Zhijing smiled at Duan Zhengchun and explained why he was there.

"You all wait outside the bamboo grove."

Duan Zhengchun sheathed his longsword, stuffed the wooden box into his robes, glanced at the other disciples, and said coldly.

None of the disciples dared to say anything more. They cupped their hands in greeting and immediately turned to leave.

Zhao Zhijing's expression froze for a moment. He glanced nervously at his departing disciple, then suddenly felt at a loss...