Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 164 Repaying Kindness and Making a Fortune

I was immediately startled.

What is he doing here? And being chased?

"Stop the car!" Song Jing said immediately.

The carriage stopped.

Song Jing lifted the carriage curtain, jumped down, and strained his eyes to see what was happening.

At the edge of the forest ahead, five figures dressed in black and with their faces covered by black cloths were attacking a familiar figure in the middle, covered in blood but still with fierce and domineering marksmanship. It was Nie Daoyi!

Nie Daoyi was clearly seriously injured, and his movements were much slower than Song Jing remembered. Although his Liaoyuan spear technique was effective, he was in great danger and struggling to defend himself against the five men's attacks.

Those five people possessed formidable auras; they were all experts at the early stage of the Bone Forging Realm!

Moreover, their moves are ruthless and their teamwork is seamless, making them far from ordinary rogue cultivators or bandits; they are more like well-trained assassins from sects or families.

"Master Wang, please wait a moment, I'll be right back," Song Jing said to Wang Xuanwu inside the car, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve.

"Oh?" Wang Xuanwu glanced at him, then at the five men in black, exuding murderous intent at the Bone Forging Realm, before him. "Five early-stage Bone Forging Realm cultivators, while not top-tier, together they can still put some strain on even a mid-stage Bone Forging Realm cultivator. Are you sure you don't need me to intervene?"

"No need to trouble you, senior. It's just a few small fry; I'll take care of them myself," Song Jing said confidently, already drawing his Crimson Star Thunder Spear.

Crimson flame and starlight patterns appeared on the gun barrel, and a sharp killing intent began to rise.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Xuanwu's eyes, which then turned into approval. He nodded and said, "Very well, let's see how much skill you've acquired during this time."

At this moment, the seriously injured Nie Daoyi also saw the stopped carriage and Song Jing approaching. He was stunned at first, then became extremely anxious and shouted hoarsely, "Song boy?! Run! Don't come any closer! These people aren't—"

Before he could finish speaking, a man in black wielding a ghost-head saber seized the opportunity to slash him on the shoulder, blood spurting out, and he staggered backward.

Song Jing's eyes turned cold. He exerted force with his feet, combining the perfected Chasing Wind Leg Technique with the Great Perfection Nine Shadow Step. His figure transformed into a blue afterimage, instantly covering a distance of dozens of feet. The Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear, carrying a trail of fire and thunder, pierced straight into the back of the black-clad man wielding the Ghost Head Saber!

The gunshot was as fast as a thunderclap!

"Watch out!" another man in black wielding a chain gun shouted a warning, while simultaneously his chain gun, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, coiled towards Song Jing's spear in an attempt to intercept it.

However, with a flick of Song Jing's wrist, the spear trembled slightly, and he executed a wonderful variation of the Wildfire Spear Technique, "Sparkling Fire." The Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear seemed to come alive, bypassing the chain spear at an incredible angle, with its tip still precisely pointing towards the back of the black-clad man with the Ghost Head Knife!

The black-clad man with the ghost-headed dagger was terrified and, disregarding his attack on Nie Daoyi, parried with his own blade.

"clang!"

The spear tip struck the blade, creating a deafening explosion!

The man in black felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, mixed with a strange power that was both scorching and numbing. The force caused his tiger's mouth to split open, his ghost-head knife to fly out of his hand, his blood and qi to churn, and he staggered backward, his eyes filled with horror.

"Boy, daring to meddle in other people's business? State your name!" The leader, a man in black wielding double hooks, shouted sharply, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He could tell that Song Jing's movements were unpredictable and his strength was extraordinary, so he dared not underestimate him.

Song Jing had no interest in answering.

His gaze swept over the five people as if they were five corpses.

He couldn't be bothered to ask about these people's origins or purposes.

Anyone who dares to kill Nie Daoyi is his enemy.

The only way to deal with the enemy is to kill them.

"Fifth move." He silently chanted in his heart, and his figure moved again. The Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear transformed into a sky full of crimson and gold lightning shadows, enveloping the black-clad man with the ghost head knife who had just been knocked back and was still in shock!

"Ah!" The scream abruptly stopped. The Crimson Star Thunder Spear pierced his throat, and the violent force of fire and thunder instantly destroyed his life force, leaving his charred corpse lying on the ground.

The fifth move: kill one person!

"Fourth Brother!" The other four men in black were furious. They hadn't expected this suddenly appearing kid to be so ruthless and decisive, and his strength was ridiculously high.

"Attack him together and kill him!" roared the leader of the black-clad men wielding double hooks. The four of them unleashed their unique skills—knives, swords, hooks, and chain spears—attacking Song Jing from four directions. The fierce wind howled, blocking all his escape routes.

Nie Daoyi watched anxiously from the sidelines, struggling to step forward to help, but was stopped by Wang Xuanwu's calm voice: "Old man Nie, save your energy. A few days ago, this kid took on six Bone Forging Realm experts, including Qian Rushan, on the Pingtianmen arena by himself. These four small fry aren't even enough for him to warm up."

"What?!" Nie Daoyi turned his head sharply, looking at Wang Xuanwu in disbelief, then at the blue-robed figure in the arena who remained as steady as a mountain despite being surrounded by four people. "One against ten? And he's at the Bone Forging Realm? He—how long has he been a member of the Pingtian Sect? And—he clearly hasn't even broken through to the Bone Forging Realm yet!"

Wang Xuanwu simply smiled and said nothing more, turning his gaze to the battlefield with great interest.

On the battlefield, facing a combined attack from four people, Song Jing remained calm.

With the Perfect Golden Bell Shield activated, a faint golden hue appeared beneath the skin. It withstood some of the unavoidable attacks, producing a dull sound, but leaving only shallow white marks.

When the Great Perfection Nine Shadow Steps is used to its fullest extent, the figure can create several afterimages in a small space, always managing to avoid fatal attacks at the last second.

"The tenth move." He locked onto the black-clad man who wielded the chain gun and was the most agile.

The opponent was trying to harass them from a distance with a chain spear, but Song Jing rushed in at an even faster speed and closed in. With a "Wildfire" attack, the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear shot out like a fire dragon, ignoring the opponent's chain spear that was frantically trying to defend, and smashed hard into his chest!

"Crack! Thud—!" His sternum shattered, his internal organs turned to mush, and the black-clad man with the chain gun bulged out of his eyes. Without uttering a sound, he flew out like a broken sack, crashing into a large tree and dying instantly.

The tenth move: kill another person!

"The twentieth move." Song Jing turned and lunged at the black-clad swordsman. The opponent's swordsmanship was agile, and he attempted to fight by moving around.

Song Jing incorporated the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique into his movement, further increasing his speed. The Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear was like a leech, and with a move called "Fire Borrowing the Wind's Momentum," the spear shadows multiplied, shattering all of Song Jing's sword light. Then, the spear tip, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, struck Song Jing's brow.

The sword energy dissipated, a black spot appeared between the black-clad man's brows, and the life force in his eyes quickly vanished as he fell backward.

The twentieth move, and the third person is killed!

"The thirtieth move." Song Jing's gaze locked onto the leader wielding double hooks and the last remaining man in black wielding a single sword. The two were terrified and had no will to fight left; they turned to flee.

"Trying to leave?" Song Jing snorted coldly, his figure shooting out like lightning. The Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear flew out of his hand like a crimson thunderbolt, instantly catching up with the black-clad man wielding a single sword. It pierced through his back and emerged from his chest, spraying blood as it pinned him to an ancient tree!

The gun trembled, the crimson flames burned, and the corpse quickly charred.

The thirtieth move, the fourth person killed!

"The thirty-fifth move." Without stopping, Song Jing exerted force with his feet, creating a small crater in the ground, and shot towards the terrified, desperately fleeing leader of the double hooks like a cannonball.

Seeing that he could not escape, the leader turned around in despair, crossed his two hooks in front of him, and made a last-ditch effort.

Song Jing's eyes were cold as he concentrated all his strength into his right fist. Crimson-gold lightning flickered on the surface of his fist. The defensive power of the perfect Golden Bell Shield and the explosive power of the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique were perfectly combined. Simple and direct, he unleashed a kick!

"Wind and thunder shatter the mountain!"

"boom!"

The kick slammed into the crossed hooks, twisting and deforming the iron hooks!

The wildly powerful leg strike pierced through the hook and slammed into the chest of the leader of the men in black!

"puff--!

""

The leader of the men in black had his eyes bulging out, and his entire chest caved in from the point where the fist landed. His clothes tore open with a "rip," revealing a clear fist mark through his back!

He was struck as if by a charging elephant, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing from his mouth. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying dozens of feet before crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched twice and then fell silent.

The thirty-fifth move, the last one, is killed!

From the moment Song Jing made his move until all five black-clad men at the early stage of the Bone Forging Realm were killed, it took only thirty-five moves!

Clean and efficient, ruthless and merciless, without a single superfluous word.

The wind blew through the blood-stained forest, carrying a faint smell of blood.

Song Jing slowly withdrew his fist, his breathing steady, as if he had just casually swatted a few flies.

He walked to the ancient tree, pulled out the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear, and the bloodstains on the spear quickly evaporated under the crimson flames.

Then, he began skillfully looting the five corpses.

Nie Daoyi was already dumbfounded, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

He stared intently at Song Jing, his eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and a hint of disorientation.

"This—this—" His lips trembled as he looked at the five men in black lying on the ground in various positions, then at Song Jing, who was calmly touching the corpses. He was a little confused.

Five early-stage Bone Forging Realm cultivators!

Although it's only the beginning, their teamwork is excellent and their attacks are ruthless; they are definitely skilled.

How could he be so relaxed and carefree, killing them off almost one by one, like chopping melons and cutting vegetables!

What shocked him even more was the strength that Song Jing displayed.

The speed was so fast that he could barely see it!

That power was inconceivably strong; a single kick could kill someone at the Bone Forging Realm!

That defense could withstand attacks with almost no damage!

And then there's the Wildfire Spear Technique—although Song Jing only used a few basic moves, the condensation of spear intent and the exquisite changes contained within them were so impressive that even this veteran who had been immersed in the Wildfire Spear Technique for decades felt a sense of amazement!

"His Wildfire Spear Technique—his skill has reached such a profound level?" A storm of shock surged within Nie Daoyi. "He's probably only one step away from mastery! Perhaps—he's even touched upon the realm of perfection? How is this possible?! How long has he been cultivating?!"

"Moreover, he clearly hasn't broken through to the Bone Forging Realm yet! With a body at the peak of the Flesh Refining Realm, he defeated five early-stage Bone Forging Realm cultivators so easily—this—" Nie Daoyi felt that his understanding of martial arts had been overturned.

He was a genius back then, but compared to this kid in front of him, he was like a firefly compared to the bright moon!

Wang Xuanwu had arrived unnoticed. Looking at Nie Daoyi's utterly bewildered expression, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes. He said calmly, "Now you believe me?"

Nie Daoyi swallowed hard, nodded with difficulty, and looked at Song Jing with a complex expression, a mixture of shock, relief, and a sense of "the younger generation surpassing the older generation."

"This kid—his progress is astonishing. Given time, his marksmanship will surely surpass mine. No, perhaps it already is—in some aspects." He sighed softly, his tone devoid of jealousy, only filled with deep admiration and respect for the formidable talent of the younger generation.

By this time, Song Jing had finished looting.

The five men in black were quite well-off; each of them had two bottles of high-quality "Crimson Blood Pills," ten pills in each bottle—the very cultivation pills commonly used by martial artists in the Bone Forging Realm.

There were also many silver notes and gold leaves, totaling no less than tens of thousands of taels of silver.

The weapons of the men were also quite good. Although they were not top-quality, they were still fine goods made of refined steel. They were all high-quality blood weapons, each with its own characteristics, and together they could sell for thirty or forty thousand taels of silver.

Song Jing returned with his spoils. He took out two bottles of Crimson Blood Pills, handing one to Wang Xuanwu: "Master Wang, this is a small token of my appreciation; please accept it."

Wang Xuanwu accepted it without ceremony and nodded.

Song Jing then took out another bottle, along with the finest longsword he had taken from the five men in black, and handed it to Nie Daoyi: "Senior Nie, please accept this bottle of pills and this sword for healing and self-defense."

Nie Daoyi quickly declined, "No, no! Young Song, you saved my life, how could I accept your things? These spoils of war are rightfully yours!"

"Senior has shown me great kindness in passing on his skills, and these few pills and weapons are but a token of my respect. Senior's injuries are quite severe, and he needs the pills to recuperate, so please do not refuse." Song Jing said sincerely, insisting on handing them over.

Seeing Song Jing's resolute attitude, Nie Daoyi was moved and stopped being coy. He accepted the pills and longsword, and sighed, "Then—"

"I'll shamelessly accept it. Young Master Song, I will forever remember this life-saving grace!"

Song Jing then carefully collected the remaining three weapons—a sword, a hook, and a chain spear—along with most of the silver, saying, "I'll keep these. Senior, why are these men in black chasing you? Weren't you supposed to be on the northwestern frontier? How did you end up being attacked here?"

Mentioning this matter, Nie Daoyi's face darkened, a hint of fierceness and doubt flashing in his eyes: "I did indeed return from the Northwest frontier. I intended to visit my family and take care of some personal matters. Unexpectedly, I was ambushed by these five men as soon as I entered the border area between these two cities. Their tactics were ruthless and their teamwork was impeccable; they were no ordinary bandits, but rather more like assassins trained by some sect or family."

He paused, then thought carefully and said, "Judging from their accents and some of their fighting styles, they don't seem to be from our Hexi region. They are more like the style from the Hedong region."

When I was young, I traveled all over the country and had some impression of several sects in Hedong Road that trained assassins and acted in a secretive manner.

But—I have no connection whatsoever with the forces of Hedong Road, so why would they want to kill me? Or is it that they aren't targeting me at all?

Upon hearing this, Song Jing seemed to be deep in thought.

Although Hexi Road and Hedong Road are adjacent, they are separated by the vast mountains and are not closely connected.

How could Nie Daoyi, a veteran who returned from the northwest frontier, have offended the sect assassins of Hedong Road?

"This matter is probably not simple," Wang Xuanwu interjected. He picked up the double hooks he had taken from the leader of the men in black and examined them closely for a very subtle, twisted vine-like mark on the hooks. "This mark—this old man seems to recognize it. Old man Nie, have you offended anyone these past years? Or—have you learned something you shouldn't know?"

Nie Daoyi frowned in deep thought, then shook his head: "Throughout my life, I have only sought to act with a clear conscience. If I were to say I have offended many people in my youth, those are all old grudges. As for things I shouldn't know—border affairs involve military secrets, and I have kept my mouth shut about them."

Looking at the five corpses on the ground, and then at the pills and silver notes from Hedong Road in his hand, Song Jing felt that the matter of Nie Daoyi being hunted down was probably not without some hidden agenda.

However, there is too little information at the moment, so thinking too much is pointless.

Besides, there's no way to verify the truth since everyone is dead, and no one knows he did it; everyone's dead!

"We shouldn't stay here any longer. Senior, your injuries are quite severe. Why don't you come with us to the prefectural city first? Once we're there, with the protection of Pingtian Gate, we should be much safer. You can also seek medical treatment and recuperate properly in the prefectural city," Song Jing suggested.

Nie Daoyi glanced at his injuries, then at Song Jing and Wang Xuanwu, and nodded: "Very well. Then I'll trouble you. I do indeed need to find a safe place to heal. The prefectural city—perhaps I can also find out why these scoundrels from Hedong Road have come looking for me."

Without further delay, the three cleaned up the scene, mainly by searching for all valuable but inconspicuous items, and quickly returned to the carriage.

The coachman cracked his whip, and the black steed once again took off, pulling the carriage swiftly away from the forest where a bloody battle had just taken place, galloping towards the prefectural city.

Inside the carriage, Nie Daoyi took the Crimson Blood Pill given to him by Song Jing and used his internal energy to heal his injuries, but his heart remained unsettled for a long time.

He glanced at Song Jing, who was sitting opposite him with his eyes closed and his breathing deep and calm, his mind still replaying the earth-shattering thirty-five moves from before.

"This young man—truly a hidden dragon in the abyss, no, he has already taken flight." He sighed inwardly. "How fortunate Pingtianmen is to have such a young man. It is also a blessing for my Nie family—no, for the entire Tianshui City—to have forged a good relationship with him. However, the road ahead is long and fraught with unknown dangers. I hope he can continue like this, overcoming all obstacles and making great strides."

The carriage rolled along the official road, kicking up a light cloud of dust. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky golden red and illuminated the road ahead.

The prefectural city is getting closer and closer.

But perhaps, the new stories and challenges are just beginning.