Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Benefactor Li! How could you be so cruel and ruthless, killing innocent people without cause?!"

"What grudge do they hold against you that you would go to such lengths to kill them all?!"

The old monk with white eyebrows looked at the yellow-robed Taoist nun with grief and indignation, and questioned her sharply.

The yellow-robed Taoist nun snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Who told them to have the surname Lu?! Of all the surnames available, why did they have to choose Lu? They're just asking for trouble!"

The old monk with white eyebrows sighed and shook his head, saying, "I never imagined that after so many years, Benefactor Li would still be so heartless and ruthless!"

"So many years have passed, why are you still so stubbornly clinging to your delusions?!"

The yellow-robed Taoist nun shouted angrily, "You filthy monk! If it weren't for you back then, I would have killed Lu Zhanyuan long ago. Why wait fifteen years?!"

"Don't think I don't know that you rushed all the way from Yunqi Temple to Jiangnan to stop me from avenging my past grievances!"

The white-browed old monk clasped his hands together and proclaimed, "Amitabha! As long as I am here, I will never allow you to harm Master Lu in the slightest!"

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. This old monk advises you to let go of your attachments as soon as possible!"

The yellow-robed Taoist nun snorted coldly and said sharply, "Then I'll kill you first, you old bald monk!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the yellow-robed Taoist nun rushed toward the white-browed old monk with lightning speed. The whisk in her hand seemed to have transformed into a sharp blade, and her moves were as fast as lightning, each one aimed straight for the vital points!

The old monk with white eyebrows was no pushover either. After tapping his toes, he quickly moved his body backward, and then his hands shot out at the same time. Several bursts of energy instantly shot out from his fingertips, accompanied by a sound of air being torn apart!

"Since you are so unrepentant, then this old monk will act on behalf of Heaven today and unleash a massacre!"

The two exchanged blows, seemingly evenly matched, and neither could gain the upper hand.

Duan Zhengchun stood in the forest, watching the two fighting. A look of surprise appeared between his brows, because he discovered that the martial arts used by the white-browed old monk were actually the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Dali Duan family!

The two in the forest were still locked in a fierce battle, evenly matched. Suddenly, the yellow-robed Taoist nun reached out with her left hand, and three tiny silver needles flew out instantly, striking the white-browed old monk's calf!

Immediately afterwards, the white-browed old monk staggered and fell to the ground. His right leg, which had been hit by the hidden weapon, was instantly immobilized, and his lips turned black and purple!

The yellow-robed Taoist nun seized the opportunity and lunged forward, striking the white-browed old monk's crown with a palm strike!

Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared, accompanied by a sharp burst of energy, heading straight for the face of the yellow-robed Taoist nun!

The yellow-robed Taoist nun was startled and could only withdraw her attack and retreat, narrowly dodging the sudden burst of energy!

Duan Zhengchun strolled leisurely, transforming into a blur, and steadily blocked the white-browed old monk's path.

"Dali One-Finger Divine Skill?! You brat, who are you?! What's your relationship with Master Yideng?!"

The yellow-robed Taoist nun looked at Duan Zhengchun with some surprise and questioned him with displeasure.

"One should be lenient when one can. It is rather despicable for you, Taoist priest, to resort to such underhanded tactics."

Duan Zhengchun sized up the yellow-robed Taoist nun and said coldly. Suddenly, he realized that upon closer inspection, the yellow-robed Taoist nun was actually quite beautiful, a real beauty.

"You bastard! It's none of your business to lecture me on what I do!"

"This has nothing to do with you. I advise you to mind your own business! Otherwise, I'll kill you too!"

The yellow-robed Taoist nun glared angrily and shouted sternly.

Duan Zhengchun smiled wryly, put one hand behind his back, and said calmly, "Daoist, you are so beautiful, why did you choose to become a nun? And if you became a nun, why are you so ruthless?"

"As long as I am here, you cannot kill him today."

The yellow-robed Taoist nun hesitated for a moment, then rushed towards Duan Zhengchun like lightning. As she waved her whisk, her left hand shot out several silver needles in an instant!

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, extended his sword sheath to meet the flying whisk, and then struck out with a palm, directly knocking away the silver needles!

Upon seeing this, the Taoist nun in the yellow robe couldn't help but show surprise, seemingly not expecting Duan Zhengchun's martial arts skills to be so high.

But before she could react, Duan Zhengchun had already used another move, the One-Finger Divine Skill, directly attacking her chest!

The yellow-robed Taoist nun's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly waved her whisk to deflect the sharp energy, and then immediately turned and rushed into the nearby woods.

"He was hit by my Ice Soul Silver Needle. Without my antidote, he will surely die within half an hour!"

"Hahaha..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the yellow-robed Taoist nun had vanished without a trace.

Duan Zhengchun looked into the depths of the woods, hesitated for a moment, then immediately turned around and squatted down in front of the white-browed old monk, examining the old monk's injuries.

He didn't give chase, because the matter had nothing to do with him; he was just there to save people.

"Thank you so much, young hero, for saving my life. I am deeply grateful."

"Young hero, please don't..."

The old monk with white eyebrows put his hands together and said gratefully. Then he suddenly saw Duan Zhengchun about to touch the silver needles on his leg, so he hurriedly reminded him.

But before he could even speak, Duan Zhengchun had already casually pulled out the three silver needles and tossed them aside.

"Young hero, you are foolish! This needle is called the Ice Soul Silver Needle, and it contains a deadly poison specially developed by that female demon! There is no antidote!"

The old monk with white eyebrows shook his head helplessly and sighed, his face full of self-blame and worry.

"Master, rest assured, I possess profound internal strength and am immune to all poisons."

As he spoke, Duan Zhengchun began to use his internal energy to expel the deadly poison from the White-Browed Monk's leg.

The old monk with white eyebrows was stunned for a moment, then put his hands together, looked Duan Zhengchun up and down, and slowly said, "So that's how it is. Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young. I never imagined that the young hero's martial arts were so superb."

Duan Zhengchun looked up at the old monk and asked, "Just now I saw that you were using the Six Meridians Divine Sword. May I ask what your connection is with the Duan family of Dali?"

The old monk hesitated for a moment, a hint of sadness flashing between his brows, and slowly said, "I was once a military officer in the capital of the Dali Kingdom. After the fall of the Dali Kingdom, I became a monk and took the Dharma name Kumu. Now I am the abbot of Yunqi Temple."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's eyes lit up, and he felt an immediate sense of kinship with the old monk, never expecting that he was actually a native of Dali.

"This old monk noticed that you just used the One-Finger Divine Skill. Could it be that you also have some connection with the Dali Kingdom?"

The old monk with white eyebrows continued to scrutinize Duan Zhengchun, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

According to his knowledge, Master Yideng only had four direct disciples: fisherman, woodcutter, farmer, and scholar. He had never heard of him taking on such a young disciple.

"We had some connection in the past, but that's all in the past."

Duan Zhengchun said with a wry smile, without further explanation, and tore a strip of cloth from his clothes to bandage the spot on the old monk's leg where the silver needles had pierced it.

At this moment, Liu Chuxuan and the others also entered the woods and hurried over.

"Master Kumu?!"

As soon as he got closer, Liu Chuxuan recognized the white-browed old monk at a glance and exclaimed in surprise.

"Master Liu?!"

"Master Sun?!"

Master Kumu was also taken aback for a moment, and he also recognized Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er.

In his early years, Master Kumu had met all seven disciples of Quanzhen, so they could be considered old acquaintances.

"I never expected to encounter a master here. What on earth happened? How could so many people have died?"

"Who did this?"

Looking at the injured withered tree and the corpses scattered on the ground, Liu and Sun asked in unison.

Master Kumu sighed and said, "It was the Red Serpent Fairy Li Mochou. Just because the caravan's carriages had a flag bearing the surname Lu, she killed everyone!"

"This old monk was on his way to Lu Family Manor and happened to pass by here, but I was still a step too late. Fortunately, this young hero came to my aid, otherwise I would probably have already fallen victim to that female demon's poisonous hands!"

"Now it seems, could this young hero be a disciple of the two Taoist masters?"

Liu Chuxuan waved his hand with some pride and said, "He is not a disciple of either of us, but he is indeed a disciple of my Quanzhen Sect. His name is Yin Zhiping, and he is the eldest disciple of my senior brother Qiu Chuji."

Kumu looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise and said approvingly, "So you are a disciple of Master Changchun. No wonder you are so skilled."

Duan Zhengchun, however, paid no attention to their pleasantries and frowned, asking, "Master, who was that Daoist nun you just mentioned?"

Master Kumu said, "The Red Serpent Fairy, Li Mochou! I met her fifteen years ago. I never imagined that after fifteen years, her martial arts would have become so profound that even I am no match for her."

Upon hearing the name Li Mochou, Duan Zhengchun frowned instantly, recalling the appearance of the yellow-robed Taoist nun from earlier. He hadn't expected her to be Xiaolongnu's senior sister...