Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 126 Gifts and Support

Five days before the Martial Arts Competition, in the inner courtyard of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts Hall.

Song Jing was meditating and adjusting his breathing in the quiet room, bringing himself to his peak condition, when suddenly he heard familiar, steady and powerful footsteps outside the door.

"Jing'er".

Song Jing opened his eyes and immediately got up to greet him.

The person who came was none other than his mentor, Lin Xuanyue, the master of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, who had recently returned from the northern frontier.

Lin Xuanyue was covered in the grime of the battlefield, still in his armor, his face bearing the fortitude and weariness honed by the battlefield, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness as he looked Song Jing up and down, the more he looked, the more delighted he became.

"Good! Good! Good lad!" Lin Xuanyue strode forward and patted Song Jing's shoulder hard. Touching him, he could feel that Song Jing's muscles and bones were solid and his blood and qi were as powerful as a furnace, far beyond what he used to be. He couldn't help but be even more delighted. "I heard that last time you killed two evil cultivators in the Flesh Refining Realm, eliminating this great scourge for our outer city and making our Chasing Wind Martial Arts School famous!"

He was even praised by the captain, who is a very important figure!

"Excellent! You've really made your teacher proud!"

Song Jing bowed deeply and said, "I owe my success today entirely to my master's guidance, instruction, and guidance. I will never forget your kindness."

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"We're master and disciple, no need for such formalities." Lin Xuanyue waved his hand, then his expression turned serious. He carefully took out a palm-sized jade box from his robes and placed it in Song Jing's hand. "Jing'er, the martial arts competition is approaching. I know you're in dire need of resources for your cultivation. I don't have much skill, but in the past few months on the frontier, I've earned some military merits and saved up a little money. I heard that the Qi and Blood Pill is very beneficial to you, so I used my connections to exchange all the military merits and money I could for this."

He opened the jade box, inside which lay five pills, each the size of a longan, blood-red in color, and exuding a fragrant aroma—these were Qi and Blood Pills.

"Here are five Qi and Blood Pills. Keep them safe." Lin Xuanyue closed the jade box and pressed it heavily into Song Jing's hand. His tone was deep and earnest. "I know that this little bit is nothing compared to what the scions of the great clans in the inner city consume."

But this is all I can do for you right now.

You are a once-in-a-century genius of my Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, and the pride of Lin Xuanyue!

Your path will be farther and higher than mine!

This martial arts competition is a crucial battle for you to rise above your station, and as your master—I can only do everything in my power to help you on this journey!

"Master—" Song Jing held the jade box that still carried his master's warmth, feeling as if the small jade box weighed a thousand pounds.

He knew his master Lin Xuanyue's character well; he was upright and incorruptible, and not wealthy. The military merits and hard-earned money he earned fighting in the northern border were extremely precious.

As a master himself, a strong cultivator in the Body Refining Realm, he also needed resources for cultivation, but he exchanged everything for pills, just to lend him a helping hand.

Moreover, his master is getting old and needs resources more urgently than he does. With resources comes strength, which increases his chances of survival on the battlefield.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the master risked his life to support him.

This unreserved trust and devotion brought tears to Song Jing's eyes, making her throat tighten and her heart surge with warmth.

"Master's great kindness is something I will never forget!" Song Jing took a step back and bowed deeply to Lin Xuanyue. "If I achieve anything in the future, I will never forget Master's kindness in entrusting me with this opportunity! Zhuifeng Martial Arts School will always be my roots!"

"Get up, get up quickly!" Lin Xuan Yue's eyes were also a little moist. He quickly helped Song Jing up and laughed loudly, "With your words, all my hard work over the years has been worthwhile! Seeing you succeed makes me happier than when I broke through myself!"

He looked at Song Jing, a gleam of eager anticipation in his eyes: "Speaking of which, you've made a name for yourself now, even managing to slay someone at the Body Refining Realm. I've made some progress myself these past few years on the front lines. Come, let me test just how far my good disciple has come. Dare to spar with me?"

Knowing that his master was eager to test his skills and wanted to see for himself, Song Jing immediately nodded, "Please instruct me, Master!"

The master and apprentice arrived at the training ground. Lin Xuanyue did not use a weapon, but assumed the starting stance of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique. His aura was deep and concentrated, indicating that he had also stepped into the Body Refining Realm, although his aura was not as profound and long as Song Jing's.

"Watch out for my leg!" Lin Xuanyue shouted, his body moving like the wind, his leg shadow like a whip, aiming straight for Song Jing's central path. It was a wonderful move from the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, fast and ruthless, carrying a fierce aura honed by battlefield combat.

Song Jing dared not be careless, but he did not use his full strength either. He also used the Chasing Wind Leg Technique to deal with the situation, but his speed, strength control, and move variation were all far superior to Lin Xuanyue's.

He intentionally guided his master's attacks, defusing them one by one. When he occasionally countered, he controlled his attacks to a level that would put pressure on his master without causing him any harm.

The two fought with lightning speed, their legs flashing and their energy surging.

Lin Xuanyue became increasingly alarmed and delighted as the fight progressed.

He could sense that Song Jing's Chasing Wind Leg Technique had reached perfection, possessing profound artistic conception and containing a kind of agility and vastness that he could not understand.

Speed, strength, and reaction time—he completely overwhelmed him.

His leg techniques, which he had painstakingly honed over many years, were somehow no match for his disciple.

Lin Xuanyue sighed: He himself had perfected the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, and his leg technique had also reached perfection. He had thought that he might be inferior to him in strength, but he never expected that in his own area of ​​expertise, his understanding and mastery of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, he was still no match for him.

After dozens of moves, Song Jing seized an opening and slightly used his newly mastered Nine Shadow Steps. His figure swayed, leaving a blurry afterimage, while his true body cut into Lin Xuanyue's inner side. A perfectly timed Thunder Kick gently struck Lin Xuanyue's ribs, where his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated.

Lin Xuanyue felt a gentle yet overwhelming force coming from him, and he involuntarily took seven or eight steps back before he could steady himself, his blood and qi churning slightly.

"Good! Good lad!" Lin Xuanyue was not angry but delighted, laughing loudly, his eyes full of joy and satisfaction. "Good! Well done! I, your master, am completely convinced of my defeat, and I'm happy to lose! I never thought that in my lifetime, I, Lin Xuanyue, could teach such a disciple who surpasses me! Refreshing! Hahaha!"

He stepped forward and patted Song Jing's shoulder forcefully: "With this strength, a top-fifty finish in the martial arts competition is definitely within your grasp! With the aid of these pills, and by consolidating your strength for the last five days, you might even have a chance in the top thirty, or even the top twenty! Jing'er, go all out! Your goal is Pingtian Sect! You must bring this immense glory to your master and to the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School!"

"I will do my utmost to live up to Master's expectations!" Song Jing solemnly replied.

After seeing off his master, who was filled with joy and anticipation, Song Jing returned to his meditation room and looked at the pills laid out in front of him.

Of the five Qi and Blood Pills given by Master, Li Ling Shuang gave two new ones. The two pills given by Nie Shu Li before have already been used, but the two promised next month will be delivered soon.

In addition, there were the premium skin-tempering pills that the Xu family had previously offered monthly, which had been converted into silver to support them, as well as the little resources he had left.

"Seven Qi and Blood Pills—and the few remaining high-quality Skin Tempering Pills—" Song Jing's eyes gleamed. In the last five days, he had to maximize the effectiveness of these resources.

Without further hesitation, he immediately entered a meditative state.

On the first day, he took a Qi and Blood Pill and a premium Skin Tempering Pill.

The powerful medicinal properties spread, and the blood and qi erupted like a volcano.

He specializes in the Wildfire Spear Technique. With the Crimson Wildfire Spear in hand, he achieves perfect harmony between man and spear. In the courtyard, he repeatedly hones the thirty-six forms of the Wildfire Spear Technique, striving to perfectly integrate the power of the Flesh Refining Realm with the essence of the spear technique.

Each move was executed with the utmost power, pushing the limits of the current level of skill to the limit, resulting in profuse sweating and a surge of energy.

Taking advantage of this momentum, his proficiency with the Wildfire Spear Technique increased significantly, and his cultivation at the early stage of the Flesh Refining Realm became stable.

The next day, he received two Qi and Blood Pills! He felt his Qi and blood surging to their limit, and his meridians throbbed with a dull ache.

He then devoted himself to practicing the Nine Shadow Steps and the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, pushing his speed to the limit. He moved nimbly and dodged within a small space, his afterimages struggling to advance from the sixth to the seventh path.

At the same time, he activated the Golden Bell Shield, using his powerful blood and qi to repeatedly cleanse and nourish his already highly refined body. The pale golden luster became more restrained, and his defensive power slowly advanced towards the peak of mastery.

His proficiency with the Nine Shadow Steps has significantly improved, his mastery of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique has deepened slightly, and his Golden Bell Cover technique has been perfected and is now stable.

On the third day, he took two more Qi and Blood Pills! The medicine was even more potent, and he felt as if his body was about to be stretched open.

He practiced the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique with all his might. His legs moved like thunder, accompanied by howling wind. He combined the explosive power of the Flesh Refining Realm with the "Wind and Thunder" conception, making it terrifyingly powerful.

At the same time, he began to try to integrate the "speed" and "agility" of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, the "illusion" and "change" of the Nine Shadow Steps, and the "fierceness" and "dominance" of the Wildfire Spear Technique in a preliminary combat scenario. Although it was difficult, it gave him a deeper understanding of his own martial arts system.

With the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique mastered, its power increased significantly, and his cultivation level in the early stages of the Flesh Refining Realm grew rapidly.

On the fourth day, the last two Qi and Blood Pills, plus all the remaining high-quality Skin Tempering Pills!

This is the final, frantic sprint!

He directed all the medicinal power to the muscles and fascia throughout his body for the deepest level of tempering and consolidation.

At the same time, instead of practicing specific techniques separately, one repeatedly disassembles, combines, and deduces the energy circulation methods, power generation techniques, and artistic conception of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, Nine Shadow Step, Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, Wildfire Spear Technique, and Golden Bell Cover in one's mind, forming a set of combat instincts and burst modes that are most suitable for one's current state.

Under the dual impact of the medicine and intense training, the body emitted faint sounds of being overwhelmed, yet it became stronger with each push to the limit.

His cultivation level in the early stages of the Flesh Refining Realm has been greatly consolidated and improved, resulting in a significant increase in his overall combat strength.

On the fifth day, dawn broke.

All the pills were used up.

Song Jingjing stood quietly in the courtyard, his Crimson Flame Spear pointing diagonally at the ground.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shining brightly, like stars tempered by thunder and fire.

A far more powerful, refined, and profound aura than it had been five days prior emanated naturally from him.

The muscles are more defined, full of explosive power, and blood and qi flow through the body, making a deep sound like a surging river.

The skin is smooth and moist, with a subtle, understated gold hue.

His five senses were so acute that he could even clearly see the trajectory of a dewdrop rolling down a leaf several meters away.

He gently clenched his fist, and the air in his palm produced a sonic boom.

"Strength, speed, defense, reaction, total blood volume, and true qi quality—all improved." Song Jing calmly assessed the surging power within his body.

He looked at the illusory scale in his mind that only he could see, representing the progress of his flesh-refining cultivation.

When I first broke through, my proficiency started from 1 and vaguely pointed to 1000, which represented the early stage of the Body Refining Realm. But now, the progress has clearly advanced by a large margin!

Early stage of the Flesh Refining Realm (1/1000) to (100/1000).

In just five days, with the help of seven Qi and Blood Pills and several high-quality Skin Tempering Pills, coupled with his tireless and relentless hard work and the transformation of his "Heaven Rewards Diligence" talent, he actually advanced by one-tenth of his progress from the initial stage of the Body Refining Realm!

This is something others wouldn't even dare to imagine; it might take them six months or a year, but he only spent five days.

Although he spent a lot of money and went from being very rich to being penniless, it was all worth it.

Once I enter Pingtianmen, my cultivation speed should increase significantly, because Pingtianmen has abundant resources for its disciples.

Moreover, the pills would be of a higher grade and top quality, and their effects would definitely be much better than those that can be bought from outside!

Even the monthly allowance of pills for personal use is plentiful, not to mention the sect's tasks and rewards that come with them.

This means that his early stage of the Flesh Refining Realm cultivation has been completely consolidated, and he has taken a solid step towards the middle stage!

His foundation is so solid that it far surpasses that of ordinary beginners.

"Tens of thousands of taels of silver—just like that, gone." A sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, often including regret or sadness) flashed through Song Jing's mind. Seven Qi and Blood Pills, worth over two thousand taels, plus those high-quality Skin Tempering Pills and other resources. The support from his master, Li Ling Shuang, Nie Shu Li, and even the Xu family—in a short time, wealth equivalent to tens of thousands of taels of silver had become the foundation of his strength.

But it was worth the money! The improvement in skill level is truly exhilarating!

He could clearly feel that he was now much stronger than he had been five days ago!

He was confident that he could defeat Nie Feng if he faced him again.

Even against the weakest of the Eight Inner City, he was confident he could put up a fight!

We may not be able to defeat them, but we can at least put up a fight against them.

"The Martial Arts Grand Competition—" Song Jing looked towards the center of the inner city, where the training grounds were located, and where the future would be decided.

With a flick of his wrist, the Crimson Wildfire Spear emitted a pleasant, clear sound, its crimson-gold patterns flowing across the tip, as if resonating with his boiling battle intent.

"I'm ready."