Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"The Quanzhen Sect is a Taoist sect that abstains from alcohol, meat, and women. How dare you aspire to be the most dissolute man in the world?! What kind of behavior is this?!"

"It seems you've forgotten all the rules of our sect. It's time to have you reread them!"

Qiu Chuji looked at the six characters Duan Zhengchun had written on the stone wall and couldn't help but feel disappointed. He then reprimanded Duan Zhengchun with a stern face.

Seeing Qiu Chuji's anger, Duan Zhengchun hurriedly waved his hand with a smile and said, "Master, you misunderstand. I just wanted to test whether I could write on the stone wall. I didn't really want to be near women!"

[I never imagined that the Quanzhen Sect, like the Shaolin Temple, would have such strict rules!]

If they really knew how many women were around me in my past life, even Master Chongyang would be so angry he'd crawl out of his coffin...

Qiu Chuji carefully examined Duan Zhengchun, then snorted coldly with a stern face.

"By the way, Master, you just mentioned that Patriarch Chongyang competed with many martial arts masters on Mount Hua and eventually became the top of the Five Greats? He became the number one in the world?"

"What are the Five Great Masters of the World?"

Duan Zhengchun chuckled and quickly changed the subject.

Qiu Chuji paused for a moment, then pondered and said, "The so-called Five Greats of the World, as the name suggests, consist of five people: the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, and the Central Divine."

"These five people are all highly skilled and are the five most powerful martial artists in the martial arts world. Their strength is only slightly different. Your grandmaster defeated the other four people and became the number one in the world by relying on the most supreme internal energy cultivation method of my Quanzhen Sect, the Innate Skill!"

As he spoke of these things, Qiu Chuji's expression gradually improved, and his brows were filled with pride.

"Is Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic that Master just mentioned, one of them?"

Duan Zhengchun nodded thoughtfully and casually asked a question.

Qiu Chuji said, "That's right. Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, has the Finger Flicking Skill, Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, has the Toad Skill, Master Yideng, the Southern Emperor, has the One-Finger Divine Skill, and Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar, has the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Dog-Beating Stick Technique."

As he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji looked at Duan Zhengchun meaningfully, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

When Duan Zhengchun heard that the Southern Emperor Yideng's ultimate skill was the One-Finger Divine Skill, he couldn't help but be moved, because the One-Finger Divine Skill was a unique martial art of the Dali Duan royal family and was never passed on to outsiders!

Could this Master Yideng be a member of the Dali royal family?!

"Although your grandmaster once used the Innate Skill to exchange for the One-Finger Divine Skill with Master Yideng in order to deal with Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, he only practiced this skill in secret and did not pass it on to me or your uncles. So there is no mental formula or incantation for it."

"But the One-Finger Divine Skill is indeed profound and extensive. No wonder Master Yideng was able to become one of the Five Greats of the World with it back then, and now you can use the One-Finger Divine Skill to write words on this hard stone wall."

"But I've always had a question: who taught you the One-Finger Divine Skill?!"

Seeing the change in Duan Zhengchun's expression, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but speak, staring intently at Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. I'll know when I wake up. There are many things that I can't explain either."

He truly couldn't explain it, just like his miraculous rebirth more than a hundred years in the future—no one would believe it if he told them.

"Could it really have been learned accidentally during that nightmare? Or perhaps, it was your master who appeared to you from heaven and taught you in a dream!?"

Qiu Chuji frowned, staring at the closed cave entrance, and muttered to himself.

"Is it because my disciple learned the One-Finger Divine Skill, which is not a martial art of our sect, that everyone in the sect treats me this way?"

Duan Zhengchun also asked a question, seemingly lost in thought.

Qiu Chuji came to his senses, looked at Duan Zhengchun seriously, and said slowly, "There is no need to pay attention to them. In my opinion, whether or not one changes their allegiance to another is not important. What is important is people's hearts. As long as you consider yourself a member of the Quanzhen Sect, then you are a member of the Quanzhen Sect."

"If your heart is not in the Quanzhen Sect, what use is it if you dedicate your life to it?"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Qiu Chuji, who was extremely serious, and was once again moved. His goodwill towards Qiu Chuji deepened.

A true man should always be upright and have a clear conscience, no matter when or where.

"However, the reason why some of them are so hostile to you is simply because of the martial arts competition in the sect three months later, because whoever becomes the chief disciple will be the successor to the next sect leader."

"They're all just vying for the leadership."

Qiu Chuji paused for a moment, and as he spoke, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

When Duan Zhengchun heard that Qiu Chuji seemed to want him to compete for the position of sect leader, he felt a headache coming on, because he had no interest in the position at all.

He was used to being unrestrained; otherwise, he wouldn't have given up being an emperor to become a carefree prince and wander the world.

Moreover, he could not tolerate the precepts of the Quanzhen School. How could one abstain from alcohol and sex in this world?

He can live without alcohol, but without women, what difference is there between him and a useless person?

The reason he chose to stay temporarily was because Qiu Chuji had exhausted his true energy to save him and would find it difficult to cope with the crisis that was about to come in a month. He did not want to harm Qiu Chuji or the Quanzhen Sect because of himself.

He never owes anyone a favor.

Seeing that Qiu Chuji was somewhat downcast, Duan Zhengchun changed the subject again, saying, "Master, you haven't finished your story yet, have you? Who exactly was that senior who made the bet with our grandmaster? Was he also one of the Five Greats of the World?"

"Also, why is this place called Chaomu Cliff?"

Qiu Chuji came to his senses, let out a long sigh, and turned to walk towards the other side of the cliff.

"follow me."

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then silently followed.

Soon, Duan Zhengchun followed Qiu Chuji to a tomb.

This is a real grave; the three characters "Wang Chongyang" are clearly visible on the tombstone.

"This is your grandmaster's tomb. You asked why this place is called Chaomu Cliff. It's because although your grandmaster became a monk, he never let go of that senior and always felt guilty."

"So before he passed away, he left a will instructing his disciples to bury him here, just to guard this ancient tomb and keep company with the senior who lives in it day and night."

Qiu Chuji looked at his master's name engraved on the tombstone with a look of awe and said something meaningful.

After listening to Qiu Chuji's words, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but become serious. He never expected that the True Man Chongyang was once a person with deep feelings, but he chose to bury these feelings in his heart because he couldn't let go of the hatred between the country and his family.

"As for the senior you mentioned, her name is Lin Chaoying. She is not one of the Five Greats, but her martial arts skills are definitely no less than those of the Five Greats. However, after that bet, she founded the Ancient Tomb Sect and never stepped out of the Tomb of the Living Dead again until her death."

"This place was originally a forbidden area of ​​the Quanzhen Sect, and no one was allowed to set foot here. Firstly, so as not to disturb your grandmaster, and secondly, because your master had also established a rule that no one in the sect could disturb the people of the Ancient Tomb Sect."

Qiu Chuji paused for a moment, then continued.

Duan Zhengchun asked in bewilderment, "Then why not bury them together? If they couldn't share a bed in life, then being able to share a grave in death would put an end to that regret."

Qiu Chuji immediately shook his head and said, "Absolutely not. Not to mention that this is definitely not what our master would have wanted, even if we wanted to do it, I'm afraid the other disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect would not agree."

Duan Zhengchun asked, "Senior Lin has a successor? Could it also be living in this ancient tomb?"

Qiu Chuji nodded and said, "That's right. However, since Senior Lin never left the Ancient Tomb for half her life, she only had one disciple, a maid. After she passed away, this maid took in two more women as disciples."

"The eldest disciple is named Li Mochou, but for some reason, she was expelled from the sect a few years ago and went astray, becoming a notorious female demon in the martial arts world, known as the Red Serpent Fairy. She is ruthless and kills without hesitation."

"Another one is named Xiaolongnu, who is now the third-generation leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and lives in this Tomb of the Living Dead."

"But I have never seen them. I have only heard rumors in the martial arts world that they are all exceptionally skilled in martial arts and are all stunningly beautiful women. I don't know if it's true or not."

Originally, Duan Zhengchun was just trying to change the subject and have some fun, but when he heard the words "national beauty and heavenly fragrance", his eyes lit up and a strange expectation rose in his heart.

"Master, you said before that this ancient tomb has two entrances, so where is the other entrance?"

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and looked around, asking a question out of curiosity.

Qiu Chuji said, "Back then, my master did indeed build two entrances for convenience, one in the east and one in the west. Each entrance was equipped with a dragon-severing stone weighing a thousand catties. The other entrance is on the back of this mountain."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun immediately looked around and soon discovered that if he wanted to get to the other entrance to the Tomb of the Living Dead, he either had to go down Chaomu Cliff and circle around to the other side of the mountain from a distance.

You can either climb up this cliff and cross the mountain, but to climb up this cliff, you must have unparalleled lightness skills, which are beyond the reach of ordinary people; otherwise, you will fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and pay your respects to your grandmaster!"

Just then, Qiu Chuji's voice rang out again.

Duan Zhengchun snapped out of his daze and hurriedly knelt before the tomb, bowing respectfully.

The fact that Wang Chongyang single-handedly rallied a righteous army to fight against the Jin army was already admirable enough, so Duan Zhengchun did not feel that it was beneath his dignity.

However, he couldn't help but think about the woman named Xiaolongnu from time to time.

"So many years have passed, and I never imagined that you would be such a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy. In the martial arts competition in the sect three months from now, I hope that you will be able to win first place and become the successor of the next sect leader."

"It's not that I want to compete with them, but among the disciples of my other fellow disciples, none of them are capable of making me entrust the position of sect leader to them."

“But you are different. I have watched you grow up, and I believe in your character and abilities.”

Qiu Chuji looked at Duan Zhengchun kneeling on the ground and spoke meaningfully, his eyes full of satisfaction.

Not long ago, he had scolded his beloved disciple many times for being so engrossed in cultivating immortality that he had neglected his martial arts skills. But now, seeing his disciple's rapid progress after recovering from his injuries, as if he had suddenly had an epiphany, he couldn't hide his excitement.

The reason he publicly punished his beloved disciple by sending him to Chaomu Cliff to reflect on his mistakes was to find a quieter place for him to practice his skills properly, since this was a forbidden area where no one would disturb him.

Duan Zhengchun gave a vague reply, still showing no interest in the position of sect leader. Although Qiu Chuji had high hopes for him, he only wanted to repay the favor and leave.

"Alright, now I will impart to you the Innate Skill, the ultimate technique that your grandmaster used to dominate all the heroes at the summit of Mount Hua. This technique is a unique breathing and exhalation method created by your grandmaster. After practicing it, innate true qi will be generated in your body, circulating endlessly and endlessly, with infinite potential!"

"Once mastered, it can not only cure all diseases and regulate the balance of deficiency and excess, but also heal severe internal injuries. If one masters it to the fifth level or above, it can also stimulate a person's potential to the limit, and one's martial arts will enter an unfathomable realm, allowing one to integrate and combine with all martial arts in the world!"

"Now I will impart the mental techniques and incantations to you. Listen carefully!"

After a slight hesitation, Qiu Chuji paced around with his hands behind his back, and then began to speak in a detailed manner.

Duan Zhengchun immediately sat down on the ground, temporarily forgetting about Xiaolongnu, closed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind, and listened carefully.

As he circulated his internal energy according to the instructions given by Qiu Chuji, a surge of pure and yang innate true energy slowly emerged from his dantian, gradually flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians, continuous and unbroken...