Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Is Benefactor Yin here to say goodbye?"

Inside the meditation room, Abbot Ku Hui smiled as he looked at Duan Zhengchun and slowly accepted the Yi Jin Jing manual that Duan Zhengchun handed over.

"We agreed to leave in seven days, and it was seven days."

Duan Zhengchun nodded and replied with a smile.

He dared not linger too long, for if the Vajra Sect discovered that they had been to Lingyue Cliff, they would surely attack the Western Region Shaolin Temple.

"Then I wonder how much of this Yi Jin Jing you have truly understood, Benefactor Yin?"

Abbot Ku Hui did not try to stop him, but smiled and pressed on with the question.

"The Shaolin Temple's supreme internal energy cultivation method is indeed profound and extensive. Although I worked for five days and five nights without sleep, I could only reach the fifth level in the end."

Duan Zhengchun gave a wry smile, a hint of helplessness showing between his brows.

"The fifth level?!"

The usually composed Abbot Ku Hui was so astonished by Duan Zhengchun's reply that his eyes widened and he dropped his prayer beads to the ground.

"That's right, I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded, then clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Please excuse my poor appearance?! How could this old monk possibly make a fool of himself?! How could he possibly dare to make a fool of himself?!"

"You've mastered the Yi Jin Jing to the fifth level in just five days! Even among all Buddhist practitioners, no one has ever been able to do that!"

"It seems that Benefactor Yin is indeed destined to be with Buddhism!"

Abbot Ku Hui stared at Duan Zhengchun in shock, his excitement beyond words.

"Really? Am I that amazing?"

"How many days did it take the master to reach the fifth level?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun was immediately delighted and asked a question out of curiosity.

"I..."

“Benefactor Yin, you should set off now, otherwise your senior uncle and the others will be getting impatient.”

Abbot Ku Hui was speechless for a moment, then quickly changed the subject.

"Oh right, my senior uncles are still waiting for me. In that case, I'll take my leave."

"If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely return to Lingyue Cliff. Don't forget the promise between us."

Duan Zhengchun snapped out of his daze, smiled and said something, then clasped his hands in a salute to Abbot Ku Hui before turning around and leaving without looking back.

Abbot Ku Hui held the Yi Jin Jing in his hands, gazing at Duan Zhengchun's dashing figure as he nodded meaningfully, muttering to himself, "Five days?! Five days?! He actually mastered the Yi Jin Jing to the fifth level in just five days!"

"I spent ten years working on this! Is he even human...?"

Outside the mountain gate.

In a good mood, Duan Zhengchun finally arrived late and officially joined the others. Then they walked down the mountain together.

Their horses and carriages were left at the foot of the mountain. Because Lingyue Cliff was very steep, they could only go up and down on foot, and there was still a long way to go.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun's beaming face, everyone looked puzzled, wondering why he was in such a good mood.

"Zhiping, it's been a few days, why does your smile seem so radiant all of a sudden?"

Liu Chuxuan looked at Duan Zhengchun walking beside him with a puzzled expression and asked a question out of curiosity.

Since escaping from Zixia Peak, Duan Zhengchun seemed to have never laughed so happily. What he saw more often was Duan Zhengchun's decisiveness and ruthlessness when killing people.

"Oh, it's nothing. We're just about to return to the Central Plains. Isn't that something to be happy about?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled but did not give a direct answer.

He had no intention of revealing that he had practiced the Yi Jin Jing. One move of the Yi Yang Finger almost got him expelled from the school by Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Moreover, after five days and five nights of practice, he not only mastered the Yi Jin Jing to the fifth level, but also, with the help of the Yi Jin Jing's marrow-washing effect, his whole being had been transformed. Even his innate skill had made another breakthrough, reaching the seventh level!

Qiu Chuji spent decades studying and only reached the sixth level, and even then he was already a master in the martial arts world. But this man reached the seventh level in less than two months! He surpassed Qiu Chuji!

He never imagined that he had such outstanding talent in martial arts. If he had known this earlier, what would have happened to Xiao Feng and Murong Fu in his previous life?

What, Murong Fu? He's defeated by Qiao Feng?! Who could possibly be his match?!

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Three days later.

"Zhiping, why don't we let everyone rest for a bit before we continue? We've been traveling all day, and everyone must be exhausted."

As the group was traveling along a mountain road, Liu Chuxuan lifted the brocade curtain in front of the carriage window, leaned out, and said something to Duan Zhengchun, who was riding a white horse in front of him.

Upon hearing Liu Chuxuan's words, Duan Zhengchun reined in his horse and stopped. He turned to look at the exhausted disciples following behind the group, hesitated for a moment, and then called out, "Rest here!"

As the words fell, the procession finally stopped, and everyone dismounted, stretching and loosening their muscles.

Then a disciple took an iron pot from the carriage and started a fire to cook.

Along the way, the team had basically acquired everything they needed, and no longer needed to eat dry rations or drink cold water.

Duan Zhengchun slowly walked to a big tree and sat down, took off his straw hat, and looked at his fellow disciples walking around. He finally felt much more relaxed.

Right now, he really wishes he had a flask of wine in his hand.

Along the way, to prevent the Vajra Sect from continuing their pursuit, he avoided all the main roads and took all the side roads, finally arriving at the western border city of Muye Wasteland in less than a day.

Having experienced too much in the Western Regions, he was somewhat weary. Once he passed the desolate city of Muye, he would be home.

"Senior Brother Yin, have some water. You must be tired from the journey."

Lin Zhiyuan slowly approached Duan Zhengchun and handed him his water pouch.

"I have it myself."

Duan Zhengchun waved his hand and untied the wine gourd tied to his waist.

Since he stopped drinking wine, his wine gourd has turned into a water gourd.

However, Lin Zhiyuan did not take back his water pouch. Instead, he pushed it forward again and kept winking at Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengchun frowned in confusion, not understanding what Lin Zhiyuan was up to. Hesitantly, he reached out and took the water pouch, slowly taking a sip.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun suddenly looked up in surprise at Lin Zhiyuan, who was smiling, and wanted to praise Lin Zhiyuan a hundred or a thousand times in an instant.

The water sac wasn't filled with water at all, but with alcohol!

"Shh!"

"I secretly got this a few hours ago when I passed through that town. I knew my senior brother must be exhausted from the journey, and a drink might help him relax."

"Don't let anyone find out, or I'll be in big trouble!"

Lin Zhiyuan made a shushing gesture, muttered a few words in a low voice, and then quickly turned and left.

Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but smile as he watched Lin Zhiyuan's happy departing figure.

He knew that Lin Zhiyuan was thanking him. If he hadn't instructed Lin Zhiyuan in martial arts on Chaomu Cliff, Lin Zhiyuan, with his past skills, would probably have been one of those disciples who died in battle.

Unexpectedly, this junior brother, who used to be the most obedient to his master, has now been completely led astray by him, ignoring the rules and regulations of the sect just like him.

Before long, the meal was finally ready. Liu Chuxuan beckoned everyone together and they began to eat their first meal of the day.

The group chatted and laughed, praising the food, which actually tasted terrible. Perhaps for them, being able to eat such food was already a pleasure.

As everyone gradually recovered from the tension and fear of their escape, and with the prospect of returning to the Central Plains looming ahead, everyone was filled with anticipation.

But at that moment, Duan Zhengchun's expression suddenly froze. He then threw the bowl and chopsticks to Lin Zhiyuan, leaped to the top of a large tree next to him, and looked up into the distance.

The crowd gathered around the pot looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was behaving strangely, with blank expressions, not knowing what had happened.

"A large force is heading this way! Stop eating, pack your bags now! Prepare to evacuate!"

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun's voice came through.

Upon hearing this, everyone was simultaneously jolted, and without caring about the food in the pot, they hurriedly dropped their bowls and chopsticks and rushed to their luggage.

Perhaps because they were too relaxed, many people opened their luggage and left it scattered around, and the whole group became chaotic.

"They're from the Vajra Sect! Forget your luggage! Leave immediately!"

Duan Zhengchun's voice rang out again, like a death knell!

The disciples no longer cared about their luggage; some mounted their horses, others got into their carriages.

But before the group could even set off, a barrage of arrows whistled through the woods and hurtled towards them!

After a volley of arrows, some disciples were hit by the arrows and fell to the ground, groaning in pain!

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