Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Zhiping, come quickly and greet the Kunlun Sect Leader, Senior Qinglingzi."

Liu Chuxuan slowly stood up, pointed at the old man in gray robes, and reminded him with a smile.

Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in a salute, but did not reply. His expression remained calm and somewhat indifferent.

"Your name is Yin Zhiping? Are you a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Qing Lingzi smiled and looked at Duan Zhengchun, then slowly asked a question, her expression kind and gentle.

Duan Zhengchun nodded, remaining silent.

"I've heard your swordsmanship is quite good. Just now, you stunned more than a dozen disciples of my Kunlun Sect with a single move at the foot of the mountain?"

Qing Lingzi didn't mind and continued to ask.

"That move was just something I used casually; it's nothing special."

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Liu Chuxuan, who kept winking at him, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and answered casually.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan's expression froze instantly, and he almost choked on his breath.

"It's truly remarkable that someone so young possesses such skill!"

"Now that we've arrived at the Kunlun Sect, let's stay here a few more days. I hope I'll have the opportunity to discuss swordsmanship with Young Hero Yin over tea."

Qing Lingzi nodded approvingly, not angry at Duan Zhengchun's frankness, and said with a smile.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, senior. I have orders to follow, so I can't stay any longer. I'll be leaving tomorrow."

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er's expressions changed simultaneously, because they had just agreed to Qing Lingzi's request to stay for a few more days.

Qing Lingzi hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Liu and Sun, smiled, and continued, "Very well, you may stay for as many days as you wish. If there is anything the Kunlun Sect needs to do, please feel free to ask."

As Qing Lingzi finished speaking, this unexpected meeting came to an end, and it seemed to end rather unpleasantly, especially judging from the expressions on Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er's faces.

However, Duan Zhengchun didn't care. He was the one ordered to go west, and he just wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible and didn't want any more complications.

...

At sunset.

With his hands behind his back, Duan Zhengchun continued to wander aimlessly within the Kunlun Sect. Perhaps it was Qing Lingzi who gave the order, because no one was watching him anymore as he strolled around.

Lin Zhiyuan followed Duan Zhengchun eagerly, holding Duan Zhengchun's sword in his hand, looking left and right with a face full of curiosity.

The Kunlun Sect was a large sect, occupying an area no smaller than the Quanzhen Sect. It had hundreds, if not thousands, of disciples. Along the way, they encountered many Kunlun Sect disciples who happened to be passing by, and all of them looked at Duan Zhengchun with a strange look in their eyes.

Perhaps the incident that happened down the mountain today has already spread throughout the sect. As disciples of the sect, they certainly don't want outsiders to diminish their prestige, and they are always resentful.

However, Duan Zhengchun did not pay attention to those strange looks. He pretended not to see anything and continued to wander around with his hands behind his back, looking just like a mature and steady middle-aged man, even though he looked like he was only in his early twenties.

Before they knew it, the two strolled to the back mountain of the Kunlun Sect and saw a young man sitting on a stone platform playing the zither.

The music was incredibly melodious, like a clear mountain stream, flowing gently into the heart, or like a ribbon, slowly drifting in the air, its graceful notes carrying the listener's thoughts to distant places.

As he listened to the melodious zither music, Duan Zhengchun slowly climbed onto the stone platform and stood a few steps away from the boy. A smile of admiration gradually appeared on his lips.

Born into the royal family of Dali, he was exposed to music from a young age and naturally knew some of it. This young man's musical skills were even better than those of the musicians in the palace.

"What's your name?"

After the piece was finished, Duan Zhengchun smiled and asked a question.

The young man slowly rose, bowed, and said, "My name is He Zudao. Are you one of the guests climbing the mountain today, elder brother?"

Duan Zhengchun laughed and said, "You're quite clever. Not bad, you guessed right. You play the zither quite well. Who taught you?"

He Zudao said, "My master taught me."

Duan Zhengchun asked, "Who is your master? Can I meet him?"

He Zu said, "You have already met him. My master is Qing Lingzi, the leader of the Kunlun Sect."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Qing Lingzi would have taken in such a young disciple.

"I've met my uncle."

Just then, He Zudao turned around and bowed respectfully to Duan Zhengchun's back, behaving unusually obediently.

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and saw that Qin Mohan had also arrived at the back mountain and had just climbed onto the stone platform.

Qin Mohan approached, nodded to Duan Zhengchun in greeting, then gently patted He Zudao's head and asked with a smile, "Have you finished your homework for today?"

He Zudao bowed and said, "Reporting to my uncle, it's all done."

Qin Mohan nodded with satisfaction, gently patted He Zudao's shoulder, and said slowly, "Alright, go have some fun, but don't go too far."

He Zudao agreed, bowed to Duan Zhengchun, and happily ran down the stone platform.

"This child is very smart and has a bright future."

Duan Zhengchun watched He Zudao run away and couldn't help but praise him.

"Thank you for your kind words, Young Master Yin."

Qin Mohan smiled, watching He Zudao's departing figure with eyes full of affection.

Duan Zhengchun said nothing more, still with his hands behind his back, and turned to walk down the stone platform.

"Young Master Yin is also knowledgeable in music?"

But then Qin Mohan spoke again, seemingly unwilling to let Duan Zhengchun leave just like that.

Duan Zhengchun stopped and said calmly, "I know a little, but my hands are already stained with blood. I'm afraid I'll never be able to play any more wonderful music again."

From the moment he was reborn, he began his new life. During this time, he killed more people than he had killed in his entire previous life.

That's why he felt he had changed.

"If the young hero has only killed those who deserved to die, then there is no need to hold a grudge. There are many wicked people in the world, and someone always has to cleanse them."

Qin Mohan's voice came again, seemingly tinged with a strange sense of emotion.

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow, his dislike for Qin Mohan lessening slightly. He smiled wryly and continued walking, preparing to leave.

"When we first met at the foot of the mountain, Young Hero Yin claimed that he could see through the sword intent hidden in my scabbard, and seemed to think that my swordsmanship was far inferior to yours?"

Qin Mohan's voice rang out again.

Duan Zhengchun stopped in his tracks. Only then did he realize that Qin Mohan had come to vindicate himself.

Or perhaps, he came to restore the reputation of the Kunlun Sect.

"Young Master Yin, would you be so kind as to offer your guidance?!"

Qin Mohan persisted, seemingly trying to provoke Duan Zhengchun into making a move.

Duan Zhengchun slowly turned around, looked at Qin Mohan who was staring straight at him, and said calmly, "You are no match for me. I've said that from the beginning."

Qin Mohan's expression was firm as he earnestly asked, "Do you think my swordsmanship is inferior to yours?"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm inferior to him, it's that he's inferior to many others."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan frowned instantly, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said loudly, "I would like to give it a try. I humbly request Young Hero Yin's guidance!"

Looking at Qin Mohan's determined face, Duan Zhengchun nodded helplessly. He knew that if he didn't agree today, Qin Mohan would not give up easily.

Soon, news of Qin Mohan challenging Duan Zhengchun to a duel spread rapidly. Upon hearing the news, Kunlun Sect disciples rushed to the back mountain, intending to witness their martial uncle Qin Mohan teach the arrogant Duan Zhengchun a lesson.

On the open ground below the stone platform, Duan Zhengchun and Qin Mohan stood facing each other. After Lin Zhiyuan handed his sword to Duan Zhengchun, he slowly stepped aside.

Dozens of Kunlun Sect disciples had already gathered around, all looking at Qin Mohan standing in the arena with expectant expressions.

Qin Mohan slowly unfastened the long sword from his back and stood directly on the ground. The thin scabbard instantly plunged into the ground, accompanied by the sound of dragon roars slowly emanating from it.

"What a sword!"

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow, looked at the long sword standing in front of Qin Mohan, and sincerely praised it.

But that's all, because although the sword is a fine sword, the person wielding it is not a top-notch swordsman.

Qin Mohan was destined to lose this battle.

"Let's take action!"

Qin Mohan raised his hand in a gesture, keeping a close eye on Duan Zhengchun's every move.

"If I strike first, you won't have a chance to strike again!"

Duan Zhengchun said something indifferently, casually holding the broken sword in his hand...