Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Chapter 229 Assassination

"Reporting to the Sect Master, news has come from the Bianliang branch that a mysterious expert attacked the Quanzhen Sect, and Master Changchun was unfortunately assassinated and seriously injured!"

The guard in blue bowed and immediately replied.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun and Xiaolongnu's expressions changed drastically almost simultaneously!

Although Qiu Chuji's martial arts skills were not top-notch, he was still considered a master in the martial arts world. What kind of person could have seriously injured Qiu Chuji?!

Xiaolongnu glanced at Duan Zhengchun, said nothing, and got up to walk out of the pavilion.

"where are you going?"

Duan Zhengchun asked hesitantly.

"Pack your things, I'll accompany you back to Zhongnan Mountain."

Little Dragon Girl answered slowly, and as soon as she finished speaking, she was already far away.

Duan Zhengchun was taken aback for a moment, then pursed his lips and revealed a relieved smile, a warm feeling rising in his heart.

Qiu Chuji was seriously injured and he had to go back.

The next morning, Duan Zhengchun drove a carriage away from Qixia Mountain. In addition to Lu Wushuang and Xiaolongnu, Ying'er also accompanied him.

The journey might be dangerous, and Duan Zhengchun originally wanted to leave Ying'er on the mountain, but Xiaolongnu gave him a reason that he couldn't refuse.

Ying'er is now three years old, but she doesn't know what kind of person her mother was in the past, so Xiaolongnu decided to take her daughter back to the Tomb of the Living Dead to take a look.

Most importantly, she wanted Ying'er to kowtow a few times at Granny Sun's grave to pay respects to the relative who raised her from childhood.

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on the official road.

A carriage slowly made its way towards Zhongnan Mountain, and the driver had changed from Duan Zhengchun to Lu Wushuang.

Inside the carriage, Duan Zhengchun held Ying'er in his arms, leaning lazily against the carriage wall, a gentle smile always on his lips.

The Little Dragon Girl beside her was brewing tea. The sunlight from outside the car window slowly shone in, making the strands of hair hanging by her ears shine through from time to time, as if a halo was enveloping her.

Since giving birth, the once ethereal Little Dragon Girl now exudes a unique charm that captivates all who behold her.

"Daddy, how much longer until we get there? It feels so far away..."

Ying'er played with the wooden sword in her hand while turning to look at Duan Zhengchun and asking curiously.

"We're almost there. We'll be nearing Bianliang City soon. After passing Bianliang, it will be at most three more days before we arrive."

Duan Zhengchun glanced out the window and answered gently.

Are we going to the place where Mom grew up? Is it fun there?

Ying'er continued to ask questions out of curiosity, seemingly filled with anticipation and fantasies about going to Zhongnan Mountain.

"Of course it's fun! You'll see when you get there. There's a huge locust forest there, and countless bees."

Duan Zhengchun answered with a smile.

However, although he said that, he felt a little sorry for Xiaolongnu in his heart, because for this generation's leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Xiaolongnu had almost no childhood and spent her childhood in loneliness and boredom.

Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but reach out and tightly grasp Xiaolongnu's hand. When their eyes met, everything was understood without words.

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the teapot on the stove almost tipped over, spilling boiling tea.

Duan Zhengchun hurriedly picked up Ying'er and moved to the side, then frowned as he looked at the tightly closed carriage door.

"Duan Lang, someone's intercepting us!"

Immediately afterwards, Lu Wushuang's voice came from outside the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun and Xiaolongnu were both taken aback.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Xiaolongnu, immediately handed Ying'er over to her, and walked out of the carriage with the sword box in his hand.

Ying'er huddled nervously in Xiaolongnu's arms, as if she too sensed the danger outside.

As soon as Duan Zhengchun stepped out of the carriage, he noticed more than a dozen men in black standing around the carriage, each wearing a skull mask and carrying the same black and gold ancient sword.

At first glance, Duan Zhengchun could tell that these people were no ordinary people and that they were highly skilled in martial arts!

"Who sent you?!"

Duan Zhengchun stood on the carriage shaft, coldly glanced at the dozen or so men in black, and asked in a deep voice.

He hadn’t set foot in the martial world for three years, and this time he left Qixia Mountain for Zhongnan Mountain in secret. There was absolutely no way anyone could have known in advance!

The background of the person behind this is definitely not simple!

However, the other party did not answer his question. After just one glance, it seemed that they had already confirmed his identity and rushed directly towards the carriage, drawing their black gold ancient swords!

However, before they could get close, more than a dozen guards in blue robes rushed out from the woods behind them and engaged them in combat!

Throughout the journey, the Qingyi Guards secretly accompanied and protected the travelers.

However, Duan Zhengchun quickly realized that the opponent's martial arts skills were far superior to those of the Blue-Clad Guards!

Within a few rounds, some of the Green-Clad Guards had already been injured and were on the verge of collapse!

Lu Wushuang narrowed his eyes, then suddenly leaped from the carriage shaft and rushed towards the nearest black-clad assassin, his long sword instantly drawn!

In the blink of an eye, Lu Wushuang had already injured one of the black-clad assassins!

Over the years, Lu Wushuang has been by Duan Zhengchun's side, and her martial arts skills are far beyond what ordinary people in the martial arts world can handle!

After discovering that Lu Wushuang's martial arts skills were not low, the enemy immediately forced back the Green-Clad Guards and launched a siege against Lu Wushuang!

After a moment of stunned silence, the dozen or so guards in blue robes immediately returned to the vicinity of the carriage, forming a circle with their backs to the carriage, watching the group of assassins with a watchful eye.

They did not step forward to help Lu Wushuang, because that might only make things worse.

Lu Wushuang fought against more than a dozen black-clad assassins alone. At first, she was able to handle them with ease, but after ten moves, she was clearly starting to struggle.

Duan Zhengchun frowned slightly. It wasn't that he was being arrogant, but in the martial arts world, it was no easy feat to force Lu Wufang into a state of panic with the strength of more than ten people!

Seeing that Lu Wushuang was about to give up, Duan Zhengchun lightly pressed the mechanism of the sword box, and before the sword was even drawn, he had already rushed towards one of the enemies like lightning!

As the dragon's roar rang out, he had already sent one of the assassins flying with a single punch!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun swiftly reached his right hand behind him, and the Lingxiao Sword flew into his hand with a whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Duan Zhengchun, wielding the Lingxiao sword, charged into the crowd like a ghost. Amidst the spray of blood, the assassins who had previously held an absolute advantage fell one by one into pools of blood!

Lu Wushuang seized the opportunity to retreat and quickly returned to the front of the carriage. Looking at the dozen or so enemies in front of him, he breathed heavily with a solemn expression.

Before long, only one of the dozen or so assassins in black was left alive!

After Duan Zhengchun casually knocked the man down with a palm strike, he placed the Lingxiao Sword directly against the man's neck.

"Do you know who I am?!"

"Who sent you to kill me?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked down at the man and asked in an icy voice.

The man knelt on one knee, saying nothing. His eyes, exposed beneath the skull mask, were cold and devoid of any fear.

"Say!"

Duan Zhengchun frowned and spoke again. At the same time, he suddenly exerted force with his right wrist, forcing the man to kneel on his other knee as well!

But just as Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, the man moved to the left without hesitation and slit his own throat!

Upon seeing this, Duan Zhengchun was stunned. He hadn't expected that the other party would rather commit suicide on the spot than reveal his origins!

Lu Wushuang and several Qingyi Guards also rushed over and began searching the corpses on the ground, but ultimately found nothing. The assassins had nothing on them that could prove their identities.

The face beneath the skull mask was also something never seen before!

"Duan Lang, we've investigated everything. It seems to be a group of assassins of unknown origin."

"But how did they know our whereabouts?!"

Lu Wushuang slowly approached and said with a solemn expression.

Two years ago, the women around Duan Zhengchun began to use the same titles.

Duan Zhengchun remained silent, sheathed his Lingxiao Sword, and walked straight to the corpse on the ground, examining it as he fell into deep thought.

He quickly stopped next to a corpse and narrowed his eyes.

"Duan Lang, what have you discovered?"

Lu Wushuang noticed the change in Duan Zhengchun's expression and immediately moved closer.

"This person is not part of the other assassins! Although he wore the same clothes and carried the same black gold ancient sword!"

"But his martial arts style is uniquely different!"

Duan Zhengchun said calmly with a stern face.

Lu Wushuang frowned, looking down at the corpse on the ground. During the fight, due to the enemy's superior numbers, she hadn't noticed this...