Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Qin Mohan frowned and fell silent, because he believed it, even though he was extremely unwilling, he couldn't convince himself.

Immediately afterward, Qin Mohan suddenly reached out with his right hand, rushing towards Duan Zhengchun with lightning speed. With a gentle flick of his index and middle fingers, the longsword hissed and flew straight towards Duan Zhengchun! In the blink of an eye, it was in his hand!

It is indeed a fine sword!

But that’s all!

Seeing Qin Mohan wielding a sharp sword, he rushed in front of Duan Zhengchun in the blink of an eye, the sharp blade aimed directly at Duan Zhengchun's shoulder!

But in the blink of an eye, Duan Zhengchun, who had been standing still, suddenly turned into a blur and brushed past Qin Mohan!

As a strand of hair drifted down from her shoulder, Qin Mohan stood frozen in place, completely stunned.

He lost! He lost completely!

They didn't even have a chance to fully unleash that move!

Everything happened so fast!

The Kunlun Sect disciples who were watching were stunned and speechless. They had barely seen Duan Zhengchun make a move before their martial uncle was defeated.

Lin Zhiyuan, on the other hand, smiled and silently watched Duan Zhengchun, as if he had already anticipated the outcome.

"Young Master Yin's swordsmanship is indeed superb! I am completely convinced of my defeat!"

Qin Mohan slowly turned around, clasped his hands in a salute to Duan Zhengchun, and a hint of loneliness appeared between his brows.

He had thought he might lose, but he never expected to lose so decisively.

If Duan Zhengchun had missed by even an inch with that sword strike, it wouldn't have been just his hair that fell!

"Concession."

Duan Zhengchun returned the salute, his broken sword already sheathed, as if it had never been drawn.

Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance, and Qing Lingzi slowly walked through the crowd and arrived in the center of the arena.

"Master."

The disciples immediately bowed respectfully.

Qing Lingzi silently waved his hand, dismissing all the disciples, and then slowly approached the two of them.

"I'm sorry, Sect Leader, I've disgraced the Kunlun Sect."

Qin Mohan lowered her head, her face full of self-reproach.

Why do you feel ashamed?

Duan Zhengchun looked at the dejected Qin Mohan and asked a question with utmost seriousness.

"He was less skilled than others, but his ambitions were too high. He thought he could exchange blows with Young Master Yin, but he ended up losing face completely."

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Young Master Yin."

Qin Mohan smiled bitterly and slowly sheathed his sword, his right hand holding the sword trembling slightly involuntarily.

Duan Zhengchun looked at Qin Mohan seriously and said in a deep voice, "Although you lost, not everyone has the mentality to challenge the strong."

"Moreover, during the competition, you had the entire Kunlun Sect in your heart, not your own gains or losses. That is enough!"

"If you feel ashamed because of a single defeat, then you are destined to be nothing more than a mediocre swordsman in this life."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan's expression changed slightly. He looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise, his heart filled with mixed emotions, and the sense of shame that had arisen in his heart gradually subsided.

"Well said! I never imagined that Young Master Yin had already grasped this point at such a young age. No wonder he is so extraordinary."

Qing Lingzi looked Duan Zhengchun up and down and praised him sincerely.

"I understand, thank you, Young Hero Yin!"

Qin Mohan smiled, gratefully clasped his hands in a fist salute to Duan Zhengchun, and turned to leave.

In that instant, he seemed to understand many things, and perhaps he could truly become a swordsman who would shake the martial arts world in the future.

"Young Master Yin, if you have nothing else to do, would you mind taking a walk with me?"

Qing Lingzi looked at Duan Zhengchun and asked with a smile.

"Happy to accompany you."

Duan Zhengchun nodded, and then accompanied Qing Lingzi for a walk in the back mountain.

"Thank you for your mercy, young hero."

As Qing Lingzi walked, she spoke earnestly, her words filled with gratitude.

"What makes you say that? You flatter me, senior."

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow and smiled as he brushed it off.

"I know that if you had used your full strength with that sword strike just now, he would have surely died."

Qing Lingzi gazed at the setting sun gradually disappearing into the distance and said meaningfully.

"In martial arts sparring, it should be stopped when the point is reached."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and did not deny it.

He could have defeated Qin Mohan even more thoroughly, but he ultimately changed his mind because Qin Mohan's all-out sword strike had avoided all of his vital points!

This alone is enough to warrant serious attention.

"No wonder the Quanzhen Sect is known as the orthodox sect of esoteric Buddhism. With a disciple like you, how could you be ordinary?!"

"It is my great fortune to have met someone like Young Master Yin in my lifetime."

Qing Lingzi sighed sincerely, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Me too. I originally didn't want to come up the mountain as a guest, but now that I see it, the Kunlun Sect... is not bad!"

Duan Zhengchun smiled, his face equally sincere.

"I have already heard about the Vajra Sect. Such evil and heretical sects deserve to be killed by everyone! If you wish, young hero, you are welcome to stay at Woyun Peak for as long as you like."

"If they dare to find this place, my Kunlun Sect will not let them get away with it. We will make sure they never return!"

Qing Lingzi hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"They're a bunch of vicious wolves with no sense of honor or chivalry. Once you provoke them, you're destined for a life-or-death struggle!"

Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

Qing Lingzi smiled and raised his voice, "Although the Kunlun Sect rarely interferes in the affairs of the martial world, it has been established in the martial arts world for many years and is not something that just anyone can mess with!"

"Even if they launch a large-scale invasion, we can still give them a good beating!"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head, stretched his arms, and looked at the bright moon gradually appearing in the sky. He said calmly, "Since it's my own trouble, I should solve it myself!"

"I'm not one to trouble others, and besides, this matter has nothing to do with the Kunlun Sect. If they want to come looking for me, they can just look for me."

"However, I appreciate your kindness, senior."

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's response, Qing Lingzi smiled and nodded without saying anything further.

The old man and the young man stood side by side on the cliff, watching the night gradually fall. Neither of them spoke again, yet it seemed as if they had said a lot.

The next morning, Duan Zhengchun led his team on their way, leaving Woyun Peak and heading straight for Muye Wasteland City.

Perhaps fearing that the Vajra Sect would continue to pursue them, Qing Lingzi secretly sent dozens of elite disciples to follow and escort them until they saw Duan Zhengchun and his group pass through Muye Wilderness City before they withdrew.

Although no one from the Kunlun Sect showed up, Duan Zhengchun already knew everything and couldn't help but feel even more favorably toward this sect that stood on the border between the Central Plains and the Western Regions.

...

After entering the Central Plains, the assassins from the Vajra Sect never appeared again. Liu, Sun, and their disciples were finally able to put their minds at ease, changed into the robes of the Quanzhen Sect, and no longer had to hide or live in fear.

The group walked slowly along the sunny road, heading towards Zhongnan Mountain.

Duan Zhengchun continued to ride his white horse at the front, deliberately keeping a distance from the caravan behind him. He was holding a water pouch to his lips, which contained the fine wine that Lin Zhiyuan had secretly obtained from Muye Wasteland City.

Zhao Zhijing rode at the very back with his apprentice. Ever since Duan Zhengchun warned him in the bamboo forest, he had become unusually well-behaved, as if he had become a completely different person.

Duan Zhengchun saw everything. For him, this was for the best, saving him a lot of trouble. But for the Quanzhen Sect, he didn't quite understand.

Because a scoundrel like Zhao Zhijing will never change his ways.

Just as the group passed through a grove of trees, they suddenly heard faint sounds of fighting, accompanied by several screams.

"stop!"

Liu Chuxuan immediately ordered the group to stop, quickly dismounted from the carriage, and looked solemnly into the woods.

"I heard cries for help! Something must have happened inside!"

Sun Bu'er then got off the carriage and pointed into the woods, saying in a deep voice.

Duan Zhengchun didn't reply, but simply pulled on the reins, turned the horse around, and rode slowly into the depths of the woods.

"Keep up! Be careful!"

Upon seeing this, Liu Chuxuan immediately waved to the other disciples beside him, ordering them to follow Duan Zhengchun into the woods.

As Duan Zhengchun rode on horseback, he could vaguely see a woman in a yellow robe holding a whisk and with one hand behind her back standing beside a carriage on a mountain road deep in the woods. The ground around her was littered with corpses and blood.

She looks like a Taoist nun.

Another slightly thin, white-browed old monk and a Taoist nun stood facing each other, their expressions solemn. They had already assumed a fighting stance, seemingly about to make their move.

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

"Flying together across the vast land, their old wings have weathered many winters and summers?"

"Joyful moments, bitter partings, and among them, foolish lovers. You should have words to say: Across ten thousand miles of layered clouds, amidst a thousand mountains covered in evening snow, to whom does this solitary figure turn?"

Then, a poem filled with sorrow and grief gradually flowed from the mouth of the yellow-robed Taoist nun...