Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Three days later.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Duan Zhengchun drove his horse-drawn carriage slowly through the small town at the foot of the mountain.

Even after a long absence, the town remained bustling, with street vendors calling out their wares day after day, their faces beaming with carefree smiles, as if they knew nothing of sorrow.

Although Zhongnan Mountain was not too far from the Mongol army's sphere of influence, the existence of the Quanzhen School of Taoism ensured that it was never ravaged by war, thus providing a safe haven for the local people.

As he passed the restaurant, Duan Zhengchun, leaning against the carriage shaft, couldn't help but chuckle softly, recalling some amusing incidents from before he left Zhongnan Mountain.

"Big brother Master, what are you laughing at? Did you see something fun?"

Lu Wushuang, who was sleeping in the carriage, heard the laughter and curiously poked her head out, asking questions while looking around.

"It's nothing, just wake up, we're about to head up the mountain."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, turned to look at the sleepy-eyed Lu Wushuang, flicked the reins, and headed towards another exit of the town.

Almost home!

At this moment, Duan Zhengchun felt a strange sense of homecoming, as if he had come from nowhere. He didn't know when it had started, but he had come to regard the Quanzhen Sect as his home.

Before arriving at Zhongnan Mountain, he had been somewhat reluctant to give up the leisurely days with beautiful women in his arms, but from the moment he entered the town, he was eager to return home.

Many people are waiting for him to return, and he also wants to see certain people.

The restaurant owner happened to walk out of the door. He vaguely saw a familiar figure in the carriage that had just passed by. He frowned, scratched his head, and a look of suspicion appeared on his face.

Half an incense stick later, the carriage stopped in front of the Quanzhen Sect's mountain gate. Duan Zhengchun jumped off the carriage, and looking at the winding stone steps, a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Lu Wushuang also got off the carriage, looked at a simple pavilion next to her, and murmured, "The Guest Pavilion?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun turned his head and looked over, saying softly, "That's right, this is where the Quanzhen Sect welcomes guests. No matter who it is, they must dismount before this guest pavilion and are not allowed to bring weapons up the mountain. This is the rule of the Quanzhen Sect."

Lu Wushuang nodded silently, slowly walked to Duan Zhengchun's side, subconsciously took Duan Zhengchun's hand, and gazed at the half of the main hall that was exposed among the distant mountains.

"That's Chongyang Palace?"

Lu Wushuang pointed towards the mountaintop and asked in a low voice.

Duan Zhengchun nodded, took a deep breath, and went straight up the stone steps.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the air, and several Quanzhen Sect disciples suddenly rushed out from the forest on both sides of the stone steps.

"Senior Brother Yin?!"

"You are finally back!"

The leader recognized Duan Zhengchun at a glance and called out in surprise.

"I'm back. How is everyone?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded to the group, as if greeting a family member.

"All is well, all is well!"

"Uncle Liu and Brother Cui returned a few days ago, and we haven't heard from you since. Everyone is very worried about you."

"Especially the sect leader!"

The disciples all spoke up, their faces beaming with smiles.

Faced with this scene, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but feel a little dazed, recalling when he had just been reborn, there were still many people in the sect who were openly and secretly fighting with him over the matter of becoming the chief disciple.

But then, the disciples looked at Lu Wushuang, who was following Duan Zhengchun, and all frowned, their faces full of curiosity.

Lu Wushuang lowered her head shyly, and her hand holding Duan Zhengchun's loosened inadvertently. But just as she was about to pull away, Duan Zhengchun held it tightly again.

"Quickly, go back and report to the sect leader!"

Immediately afterwards, the leading disciple hurriedly ordered the other disciples to inform the sect leader of Duan Zhengchun's return.

The two disciples agreed and ran quickly toward the mountaintop, as if afraid of being a step slower than each other.

The other two disciples had already descended the stone steps to help Duan Zhengchun with the carriage.

"How are Uncle Liu and Uncle Sun recovering from their injuries?"

As Duan Zhengchun walked uphill, he slowly asked a question.

"Don't worry, senior brother, you're all fine now. We've all heard about what you did in the Western Regions to deal with the Vajra Sect, and we all admire you immensely."

The disciple said with a smile, his eyes filled with admiration.

Duan Zhengchun smiled without saying a word. Now he knew why his disciples' attitudes towards him had suddenly changed.

After a long while, Duan Zhengchun led Lu Wushuang up the long stone steps and entered the Quanzhen Sect.

"Senior Brother Yin!"

With a shout, Lin Zhiyuan rushed over quickly, with Xiao Shiqi following far behind.

The news of Duan Zhengchun's return to the mountain had already spread throughout the sect. In particular, when the disciples heard that Duan Zhengchun had brought back a beautiful girl, they all gathered around to watch.

"Senior Brother Yin!"

"You're back, junior brother!"

All the disciples greeted Duan Zhengchun with smiles, but their smiles always seemed a little strange.

"Miss Lu."

Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Lu Wushuang, who looked slightly nervous, and greeted her with a smile.

Lu Wushuang nodded slightly and remained silent. It was the first time she had been surrounded by so many people, and she seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Senior Brother Yin!"

Little Seventeen jumped into Duan Zhengchun's arms, so happy she almost jumped for joy.

"It's been almost two months since I last saw you, and you seem to have grown quite a bit taller!"

Duan Zhengchun patted Xiao Shiqi's head and jokingly asked a question.

"Senior Brother Lin, see? Even Senior Brother Yin says so, yet you say I'm not growing! Humph!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Shiqi immediately made a smug face at Lin Zhiyuan, who was standing to the side.

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of affection as he looked at Xiao Shiqi.

"Huh? Who is this lady?"

Immediately afterwards, Little Seventeen looked curiously at Lu Wushuang standing next to Duan Zhengchun, blinked her big eyes, and couldn't help but ask a question.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan suppressed a smile, pulled Xiao Shiqi to his side, and said seriously, "Children don't have so many questions. Don't ask random questions."

"Where's the master?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and glanced at Xiao Shiqi, then looked around and slowly asked a question.

"Oh, Master is already waiting in the main hall. Let's go in quickly."

As Lin Zhiyuan spoke, he pulled Xiao Shiqi aside and began to lead the way.

"Stop watching! Let's disperse!"

Upon hearing Lin Zhiyuan's words, the disciples dispersed, and the noise finally subsided.

After giving the nervous Lu Wushuang a reassuring look, Duan Zhengchun walked straight toward the main hall in the distance.

On the way back, he had already persuaded Lu Wushuang to become Xiaolongnu's disciple, but he planned to report back to Qiu Chuji first before sending her to the Tomb of the Living Dead.

Taking on apprentices and teaching them is no small matter; he must first obtain Xiaolongnu's consent.

"Hey, have you heard? Yesterday, quite a few martial arts figures went to the Tomb of the Living Dead to propose to that woman surnamed Long. How many groups have there been now?"

"So many people are vying to marry Xiaolongnu, I wonder what she actually looks like? Is she as beautiful as the one our Senior Brother Yin brought back?"

Just then, several disciples dispersed, whispering among themselves.

Hearing the conversation of several people, Duan Zhengchun was startled and frowned instantly.

[Little Dragon Girl?!]

[A marriage proposal?!]

He was a little confused, thinking there was something wrong with his ears. Just as he was about to catch up with those people to ask them what was going on, they had already reached the entrance of the main hall.

Inside the main hall, Qiu Chuji, Liu Chuxuan, and others were already waiting for him. Apart from the deceased Ma Danyang and Tan Chuduan, all five Quanzhen disciples were gathered together.

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, then released Lu Wushuang's hand and walked straight into the main hall.

In front of these old fogies, he didn't dare to act too recklessly.

"Disciple Yin Zhiping greets Master and all senior uncles and masters."

Upon approaching, Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in greeting and bowed to each of them.

The five Quanzhen disciples, who had been beaming with relief, frowned when they saw Lu Wushuang following behind Duan Zhengchun, and their smiles vanished.

"Who is this girl?"

Qiu Chuji pointed at Lu Wushuang and asked, puzzled...