Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

The next morning, as the sun rose, Duan Zhengchun was still fast asleep in front of Wang Chongyang's tomb, his head resting on the stone steps, snoring loudly.

In his dream, a woman in white was dancing with a sword. She looked like a fairy descended from heaven, and her movements were graceful and agile. Duan Zhengchun was extremely excited and couldn't help but mutter incantations.

"Young lady... how old are you?"

Unbeknownst to him, Qiu Chuji had already arrived at Chaomu Cliff before the morning mist had dissipated and was walking towards him.

As Qiu Chuji approached, he overheard Duan Zhengchun's incoherent sleep-talking. Looking at Duan Zhengchun, who was still groaning and fast asleep, Qiu Chuji looked displeased, picked up a bamboo pole, and struck Duan Zhengchun on the buttocks.

Startled from his sleep, Duan Zhengchun spread his legs into a horse stance, his hands in a defensive posture, and shouted, "What excellent swordsmanship, young lady!"

Qiu Chuji looked bewildered, turned around to look at his surroundings, and shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting?! Where did this girl come from?!"

Upon hearing the voice, Duan Zhengchun was instantly awakened. He opened his eyes and saw Qiu Chuji standing "fiercely" in front of him. After a moment of surprise, he immediately rolled over and got up.

"Master! You've arrived so early!"

Qiu Chuji sized up Duan Zhengchun and said coldly, "What were you saying just now?! Has anyone else been here?!"

Duan Zhengchun immediately shook his head and said, "No!"

Qiu Chuji said, "Then where did this 'girl' you're talking about come from?! How can you be so frivolous in front of your master's tomb?! Calling her 'girl' all the time?!"

Duan Zhengchun swallowed nervously and hurriedly said, "I only saw someone practicing swordsmanship in front of the cave entrance in my dream, so I couldn't help but praise them a few times. Do you think I was dreaming about Senior Lin?"

"Could it be that my master's spirit in heaven misses Senior Lin Chaoying, and I slept in front of this tombstone all night last night, so Senior Lin just happened to appear in my dream?"

To be honest, he didn't know why he was so nervous. Maybe it was because he had been thinking about Xiaolongnu all day and ended up meeting her in his dream.

Although the Little Dragon Girl in his dream looked beautiful, he couldn't remember what she actually looked like after he woke up.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun rambling incoherently, Qiu Chuji frowned, no longer pressing for an explanation. He bowed to his master's tombstone and then said in a deep voice, "I taught you the Innate Skill yesterday. How's your practice going?!"

"Sleeping so much at such a young age, doesn't he know that dawn is the time when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is at its peak, the best time to practice martial arts?!"

Duan Zhengchun chuckled and cupped his hands, saying, "I understand, but I practiced until late last night and was so tired that I fell asleep without realizing it."

"But please rest assured, Master, I did not slack off yesterday. I have almost finished practicing. However, perhaps because I am a beginner, I encountered a bottleneck after reaching the fifth level. I am afraid it will take some time before I can make further progress."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji, who had previously shown displeasure, widened his eyes instantly and exclaimed, "What?! You've reached the fifth level?! In less than twelve hours?!"

Duan Zhengchun nodded and tentatively asked, "Is...is it because my disciple is practicing too slowly?"

He was still a little nervous and didn't immediately grasp the meaning behind Qiu Chuji's words. Perhaps it was because he was sleeping in front of Wang Chongyang's tomb, yet dreaming of Xiaolongnu and calling her "Miss," which was indeed a bit too much.

Qiu Chuji didn't reply. He grabbed Duan Zhengchun's wrist and quickly placed it on his meridians. He then discovered that Duan Zhengchun's innate true qi was abundant and continuous.

"In just twelve hours, you've already mastered the Innate Skill to the fifth level?! You're a genius among geniuses!"

"Hahaha... Heaven truly blesses our Quanzhen Sect!"

Qiu Chuji was overjoyed, looking at Duan Zhengchun as if he were a monster, unable to hide his excitement.

Seeing Qiu Chuji's excited expression, Duan Zhengchun finally felt relieved and asked with a smile, "Is it really that exaggerated? I wonder how many hours it took Master to reach the fifth level back then?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji's laughter stopped abruptly, his old face turned red, and he was extremely embarrassed, because it had taken him a full twenty years to cultivate the Innate Skill to the fifth level!

Moreover, he has only reached the seventh level of this skill in his cultivation so far, and has not made any further progress since then. He has never been able to break through the bottleneck, while his beloved disciple has reached the level that he had spent twenty years achieving in less than twelve hours!

Duan Zhengchun's words were like a knife stabbing him in the heart.

An embarrassed Qiu Chuji coughed, shook off Duan Zhengchun's wrist, put his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "Now that you have mastered the Innate Skill, it is time to teach you the most superior sword technique of our sect!"

Duan Zhengchun noticed Qiu Chuji's embarrassment and awkwardness, but did not point it out. He cupped his hands and said, "Disciple will definitely study diligently."

Qiu Chuji continued, "The sword technique I'm about to teach you is called the First Sword of the East! This sword technique is the Quanzhen Divine Sword, created by my master by combining the essence of thirty-six moves of the Quanzhen Sword Technique! It only has one move!"

"The so-called 'one move' actually has no fixed form. The key lies in the word 'transformation,' which is ever-changing, free and unrestrained by sword techniques, and outside the conventional!"

"A casual swing in battle, seemingly without exerting any force, is actually the supreme swordsmanship, unmatched by anyone in the world."

"Besides my master, only the successive sect leaders can practice this sword technique. Today, I will pass it on to you. As for how much of its essence you can learn, that depends on your comprehension!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji, holding the bamboo stick he used to whip Duan Zhengchun's buttocks, immediately began to demonstrate!

It is said to be only one move, but it has countless variations. Each time it is used, there will be a different sword style! One move can be transformed into countless moves, all depending on the practitioner's own comprehension!

Duan Zhengchun stood intently to one side, memorizing every change in Qiu Chuji's moves, engraving them all deeply into his mind.

After a long while, Qiu Chuji finally stopped, tossed the bamboo pole to Duan Zhengchun, and said in a deep voice, "Have you remembered everything? Now demonstrate it for me and let's see how much you've learned."

Duan Zhengchun caught the bamboo pole, nodded silently, then walked to the side, thought for a moment, and immediately began to use it.

But perhaps because Duan Zhengchun was never a master swordsman, and in the past he didn't even use weapons, he was no longer as adept at practicing this sword technique as he had been when practicing other martial arts, and instead appeared somewhat clumsy.

However, seeing Duan Zhengchun's clumsy appearance, Qiu Chuji was not disappointed, but relieved. In fact, even he himself still found it difficult to use this sword technique with the same power as his master had. He could only practice the form but not the essence, and ultimately it became a mere formality, unable to truly understand its profound meaning.

Even so, he was able to overpower the other six Quanzhen disciples with this sword technique, becoming the most skilled martial artist among the second generation of Quanzhen disciples.

"Alright, practice slowly. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny. I will come to check on you again in three days."

Qiu Chuji stroked his beard and said something, then turned and walked down the cliff before Duan Zhengchun could reply.

"At least there's something that can stump him, otherwise if I keep teaching him, this kid's cultivation level will probably surpass mine..."

Duan Zhengchun ignored Qiu Chuji's departure and did not hear Qiu Chuji's mutterings. He was completely immersed in the sword moves and sword intent.

Unbeknownst to him, this profound sword technique had already aroused his competitive spirit, so he secretly made up his mind to master it and show it to the old Taoist priest.

And so, Duan Zhengchun practiced from dawn till dusk, with almost no rest in between.

As evening fell, Lin Zhiyuan arrived at Chaomu Cliff with another junior brother carrying a food box.

Since Duan Zhengchun moved in, Lin Zhiyuan has been responsible for bringing his daily meals up the mountain. After nearly two days of getting to know each other, Lin Zhiyuan has become the person who is closest to Duan Zhengchun after Qiu Chuji.

"Senior Brother Yin, it's time to eat something. Let's rest for a while before practicing again."

As Lin Zhiyuan placed the food box on a rock, he called out to Duan Zhengchun, who was practicing his sword.

With his limited abilities, he couldn't even tell that the swordsmanship Duan Zhengchun practiced was the most advanced swordsmanship of the Quanzhen Sect.

Upon hearing the voice, Duan Zhengchun practiced a few more moves before approaching. He glanced at the junior brother who had come with Lin Zhiyuan, sat down on the ground, and casually asked, "Who is he? Why did he bring another person with him?"

According to the rules of our sect, Chaomu Cliff is a forbidden area, and no one may come up here without the sect leader's permission.

Lin Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Master instructed that since Senior Brother is practicing here... no, I mean reflecting on his mistakes, hehe, since that's the case, then there should be a place to shelter from the wind and rain and rest. So let the two of us come up and build a thatched hut for Senior Brother."

"Oh, right, Master also told me to give this to you."

As Lin Zhiyuan spoke, he reached into his pocket, took out a book, and handed it to Duan Zhengchun.

"Senior brother, please eat first. We'll go and get busy."

Lin Zhiyuan said with a smile, and then led another person to find some vines and branches nearby, and began to work in a place far away from Wang Chongyang's tomb.

While eating, Duan Zhengchun opened the book that Lin Zhiyuan had given him, but as soon as he opened it, he felt a chill run down his spine, because the contents of the book were all about the precepts of the Quanzhen Sect, which were dozens of pages long and short.

"This old Taoist priest actually still remembers this?!"

Looking at the chaotic rules in the book, Duan Zhengchun suddenly lost his appetite for the food in front of him...