Chapter 93

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Going against the current.

In Yangzhou, on the way to Xiangyang.

Yue Yuan, the Immortal Li Mochou, Xiaolongnü, and Hong Lingbo were on a small boat, heading toward Xiangyang.

At the same time.

In Zhongnan, at the Quanzhen Sect.

In the drizzling rain, Yin Zhiping, dressed in a pink Taoist robe, carrying a long sword and a paper umbrella, walked step by step from the forbidden area at the back of the mountain toward the Chongyang Hall. The blood from killing Zhao Zijing was completely washed away by the rain and wind.

Step by step, Yin Zhiping walked with a blank expression.

This was his first time stepping into the Chongyang Hall since coming out of seclusion.

"Senior Brother Yin?"

All the Taoists who saw Yin Zhiping holding the paper umbrella were dumbfounded.

No one had ever seen anyone dressed in a pink Taoist robe, and no one had ever imagined that their Senior Brother Yin would dress so strangely.

Yes!

In their eyes, this was an extremely strange outfit. Yin Zhiping exuded a delicate femininity that overshadowed his masculine aura.

What was going on?

Didn't Senior Brother Yin go into seclusion to practice?

How could...

No one could have predicted it. A few of them, perhaps guessing something, almost tumbled into the Chongyang Hall to call the Seven Quanzhen.

For the Quanzhen disciples, everything they saw was too strange and surreal.

Ignoring the other disciples' exclamations and greetings, Yin Zhiping had already prepared himself mentally. During the months of seclusion, as he practiced and comprehended the先天功 (Xiantian Gong), he gradually became the way he was now.

The Xiantian Gong, which he had practiced successfully, yet seemed to have failed.

Even the original Chongyang Ancestor had problems when he finally comprehended the highest realm of the Xiantian Gong, leading to his death. Otherwise, how could the other Five Greats have come into being? However, what surprised Yin Zhiping was that he succeeded.

During the crisis, after wasting several bottles of medicine, including the medicine left by Yue Yuan, he mysteriously succeeded.

He cultivated the Xiantian Gong, which no one had ever truly mastered, not even Wang Chongyang, who was once known as the best in the world.

But what surprised Yin Zhiping was that he completed the Xiantian Gong quickly.

During his seclusion, as the days passed, while practicing the Xiantian Gong, Yin Zhiping gradually noticed changes in himself. His voice began to sound more feminine, his skin became smoother, and his body took on a more feminine shape. His sword brows slowly turned into willow-like eyebrows.

In the cave, facing the water, Yin Zhiping was very confused.

Was he seeing things?

Or... thinking of Xiaolongnü again?

Yes!

It must be because I wronged Xiaolongnü that I became like this!

Continuous self-hypnosis led to Yin Zhiping's emergence from seclusion, feeling that his practice of the Xiantian Gong had reached a certain level.

After coming out of seclusion, he, dressed in a pink Taoist robe, came to the entrance of the ancient tomb, standing in the rain, quietly looking at the tightly closed tomb door that would never open again.

Zhao Zijing...

Finally died by my hand!

Regarding Zhao Zijing, Yin Zhiping, who killed him with his own hands, felt only a slight satisfaction. Who made him speak ill of Xiaolongnü?

If it weren't for Zhao Zijing, Xiaolongnü wouldn't have had such a problem!

Smiling slightly, exuding a seductive aura, Yin Zhiping, holding the umbrella and the sword, walked into the Chongyang Hall under the watchful eyes of the Taoists.

Chongyang Hall!

Upon receiving the report from the disciples, the Seven Quanzhen, who were not in meditation, were all shocked.

Yin Zhiping wearing a pink Taoist robe, looking like a woman?

What a joke!

This was the thought of the six of the Seven Quanzhen.

However, just as Qiu Chuji was angrily reprimanding the disciple, the door of the Chongyang Hall was pushed open again.

A cold air was brought in by a pink figure.

Qiu Chuji's words stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at the door.

"Junior Brother Yin!?"

Eyes wide open, Qiu Chuji stared at Yin Zhiping, who appeared at the door, completely stunned.

The other six were also dumbfounded, and as Yin Zhiping's master, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Ma Yu, opened his mouth wide, staring straight at his disciple. Tai Guzi Hao Datong and Qingjing Sanren Sun Bu'er were also completely stunned.

One could say that the six of the Seven Quanzhen were all shocked by the appearance of Yin Zhiping at the door.

What was going on?

How could this happen?

Did Yin Zhiping's mind go wrong during seclusion?

The six of the Seven Quanzhen had to think this. Just as Qiu Chuji was about to reprimand Yin Zhiping, he heard Yin Zhiping, standing at the door, casually discard the paper umbrella, gently touch the long hair at his temple, and say, "Master, Senior Master, I dealt with Senior Brother Zhao Zijing in the forbidden area at the back of the mountain!"

"What!!!"

Everyone was shocked, and Wang Chuyi, Zhao Zijing's master, was particularly horrified. Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Hao Datong, Sun Bu'er, and Liu Chuxuan were also stunned.

"Zhiping, what did you just say?"

As Yin Zhiping's master, Ma Yu personally asked, no longer caring about the pink Taoist robe.

"Master!"

"Didn't you hear me? I just executed Senior Brother Zhao in the back of the mountain! Who made him speak ill of Xiaolongnü?"

Smiling faintly, Yin Zhiping raised his sleeve, sniffed it lightly, and said, "There's still the smell of Zhao's blood on my sleeve!"

"..."

The six of the Seven Quanzhen looked at Yin Zhiping, listening to his casual words and occasional feminine gestures, and a chill rose in their hearts.

What happened during his seclusion?

Qiu Chuji held back the furious Wang Chuyi and asked, "Zhiping, weren't you in seclusion to practice the Xiantian Gong?"

"Yes!"

Seemingly just remembering this, Yin Zhiping was delighted and said, "I successfully practiced the Xiantian Gong!"

Before the Heroes' Assembly, why didn't I practice the Xiantian Gong?

In Yin Zhiping's smile, there was not joy but a deep sorrow.

Xiantian Gong?

No!

The Xiantian Gong is definitely not like this!

The Seven Quanzhen had also comprehended the Xiantian Gong and knew that it should not be like this. But the current Yin Zhiping...

The six of them exchanged glances, and the same thought flashed through their minds: he had gone mad!

Because of the incident with Xiaolongnü, he had gone mad. Now he had even killed Zhao Zijing.

The six of them exchanged glances again, almost all understanding what they were thinking: they needed to take down the mad Yin Zhiping on the spot.

Six figures, from six directions, rushed toward Yin Zhiping.

"..."

A light exclamation, Yin Zhiping smiled, watching his masters and senior masters rush toward him. He lightly tapped the ground with his sword scabbard, and the long sword was drawn, sending stone chips flying.

Clang!

A sword cry, the door of the Chongyang Hall closed tightly, and the pink figure stirred up a mist of water, transforming into a pink shadow, rushing toward the six of the Seven Quanzhen.

Fast!

Unmatched speed!

Even though the sword technique was still the Quanzhen Sword Technique and the light body technique was still the Quanzhen Golden Goose Technique, the six of the Seven Quanzhen never expected Yin Zhiping to be so fast.

Even knowing what Yin Zhiping's next move would be, they still couldn't block it.

The straightforward and ordinary Quanzhen Sword Technique, in Yin Zhiping's hands, displayed a strange aura.

...

Outside the Chongyang Hall!

The rain and wind were like smoke.

In the misty rain, the door of the Chongyang Hall was opened.

Yin Zhiping, dressed in a pink Taoist robe, holding a long sword, slowly stepped out. He lightly swept the bloodstains on his sleeve with his right hand, stood in front of the hall, and slowly spread his arms to face the rain and wind.

"From today on, the Quanzhen Sect is not just about the Chongyang Ancestor and the Seven Quanzhen, but also me, Yin Zhiping! Masters and senior masters, you just need to guard Zhongnan well."

"Jinlun Fawang!"

"Yang Guo!"

"Xiangyang!"

Muttering these names that he hated to the core, Yin Zhiping retracted his arms and disappeared into the rain and wind.

In the rain and wind, a pink figure rapidly descended the mountain.

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