Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 173 Huge Contribution Points, Divine Shot Transformation!

Zhou Ming sat upright in the main seat of the rosewood chair, his face ashen and his eyes terrifyingly sinister.

On the ground in front of him lay several fine, warm jade fragments—the very jade pendant he had crushed in his rage.

A faint scent of jade powder filled the air, but it couldn't dispel the suffocatingly low pressure.

Standing below him were four people, his core followers: Zhou An, a member of a collateral branch of the Zhou family, in the early stage of the Refining Realm; Chang Yuan, a member of the Chang family, in the perfect stage of the Bone Forging Realm; Hong Lie, a member of the Hong family, in the late stage of the Bone Forging Realm; and Wu Yan, who had rushed over from the Fire Vein.

"Profound-rank disciple—Concentrating Spirit Pill—" Zhou Ming practically spat out these two words through gritted teeth, each word seemingly soaked in ice shards. "Good, truly excellent! I, Zhou Ming, have been working in the outer sect for several years, and I only barely managed to advance to the Profound rank last year!"

He, Song Jing, a peasant from the outer city, has only been in the sect for two months, yet he's already climbed to a position equal to mine? And he even obtained the Mind-Concentrating Pill?!

He slammed his hand on the armrest, and the hard ironwood armrest groaned under the weight, leaving a clear handprint.

The burning jealousy in his heart, intertwined with a sense of offense and contempt, almost consumed his reason.

Song Jing's rapid rise was like a resounding slap in the face, shattering his pitiful sense of superiority.

"Senior Brother Zhou, please calm down!" Zhou An quickly stepped forward, his face full of flattery and indignation. "That Song Jing just got lucky."

It must be that Chen Yanzhou secretly gave him some treasure, or that he stumbled upon some unknown opportunity in that desolate place called Bibo Peak!

Otherwise, how could a lowly bastard from a small border town have such abilities?

I see his foundation is weak; it's nothing more than a castle in the air built with elixirs. Sooner or later, he'll crash and burn!

"Zhou An is right!" Chang Yuan echoed gruffly, his face full of disdain. "Brother Ming, why get angry over someone like that? No matter how good he is at jumping, he's just a piece of trash at the early stage of Bone Forging!"

"If we really fought, I could punch him so hard he'd shit himself! Comparing him to you? He's not even worthy! You're a direct descendant of the Zhou family; your resources, techniques, guidance—aren't they all top-notch? He's just temporarily riding high!"

The group of people took turns speaking, doing their utmost to belittle and smear Song Jing, portraying him as a lucky, poorly established, reliant on connections, or even an imposter and a clown.

At the same time, they spared no effort to trample Song Jing into the mud, as if only in this way could they prove the correctness of Zhou Ming's suppression of Song Jing, alleviate their inexplicable unease and jealousy about Song Jing's rapid rise, and maintain their ridiculous sense of superiority.

As Zhou Ming listened to his subordinates' words, the anger on his face eased slightly, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish at all.

He was naturally happy to hear words that belittled Song Jing, but that didn't mean he would let Song Jing off the hook.

Regardless of Song Jing's potential, as long as he blocks my path and stands with the Chen family, he is my enemy and makes me unhappy, so I must get rid of him as soon as possible.

"Enough." Zhou Ming spoke coldly, interrupting the discussion. His gaze swept over the four people, chilling them. "Regardless of whether Song Jing is real or fake, strong or weak, since he dared to make me unhappy and make my Zhou family lose face, he has no reason to continue existing. We can't do anything to him within the sect for now, but as soon as Song Jing is given a chance—we must deal with him as soon as possible."

"Wu Yan," he said, looking at the young man from the Fire Vein, "keep a close eye on Azure Wave Peak and on Song Jing's every move. He has just advanced to the Profound Rank and will definitely need resources to consolidate his cultivation. He will likely take on a sect mission and go out to fight. This is the best opportunity."

"Chang Yuan, Hong Lie," he then looked at the other two, "use your families' influence on the periphery of the sect, as well as your connections with those rogue cultivators and the black market, to gather all the information about Song Jing, including his cultivation methods, fighting habits, weaknesses, and—whether he has any leverage or concerns. If necessary, you can offer a bounty."

"Zhou An," he finally instructed his cousin, "go and contact those in the Gold, Fire, and Earth veins who are dissatisfied with the Water vein, or those who are greedy and audacious. Tell them that whoever can cause Song Jing to be injured, crippled, or permanently disappear, I, Zhou Ming, will reward them handsomely! Pills, cultivation techniques, even favors from the Zhou family are all negotiable!"

Upon hearing this, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of all four, and they replied in unison, "Yes! Senior Brother Zhou (Brother Ming)!"

A more secretive and vicious net, targeting Song Jing, began to be quietly woven under Zhou Ming's instructions. It would tighten quietly once Song Jing left the relatively safe area of ​​the sect.

Bibo Peak, in a quiet room.

Song Jing was not fully aware of the turmoil and undercurrents that had arisen because of him, but he could feel the invisible pressure.

He carefully put away the Concentration Pill and the new Xuan-rank disciple token, sat down cross-legged, and began to circulate the "Mysterious Origin Heavy Water True Technique".

The deep blue true energy flowed slowly through the meridians, carrying a calming and nourishing power, soothing the slightly agitated blood and soul caused by successive breakthroughs and fierce battles.

He needs to quickly advance to the mid-stage of the Bone Forging realm and further enhance his strength.

"The storm is brewing—" Song Jing's mind was clear. "Since we can't avoid it, let the storm rage on. Perfect, I'll use you all to sharpen my spear."

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into cultivation.

Within his body, crimson and dark blue true energy, like two awakened dragons, began to slowly move along a mysterious trajectory, gathering momentum for their attack.

On Bibo Peak, clouds swirled and unfurled, and mountain winds swept across the deep pools, carrying with them whistling sounds, as if foreshadowing a storm that would soon engulf the outer gates.

At the eye of the storm was the black-clad youth who had just advanced to the Xuan rank, held the Concentration Pill in his hand, and whose eyes were becoming increasingly firm and calm.

Inside the quiet room, Song Jing held the Wildfire Spear, closed his eyes and concentrated. The crimson and dark blue true energy within his body slowly circulated, eventually gathering in his palm, and he attempted to inject it into the spear.

However, when that unique true energy, which combined the explosive power of a wildfire with the condensed essence of profound water, surged into the gun barrel, he vaguely felt a slight stagnation.

Although the gun body can bear the weight, it cannot perfectly stimulate, transmit, and amplify the full power of true energy, especially the newly generated water and fire forces that are trying to merge and change.

The once invincible Wildfire Spear now seemed like a narrow riverbed, unable to contain the increasingly turbulent "river" within him.

A faint hum came from the gun, not of excitement, but of a groan of unbearable strain.

Song Jing opened his eyes, his fingers brushing across the cold gun barrel. The crimson flame patterns that he had previously thought were quite extraordinary now appeared somewhat rough and "thin" to him.

When he was in the branch office, this spear was considered a divine weapon, helping him defeat powerful enemies one after another. However, after arriving at the outer gate of the prefectural city and witnessing the wonders of truly rare and even top-grade martial arts techniques, and with his own true energy undergoing a qualitative change due to the "Mysterious Origin Heavy Water True Skill," this "old friend" seemed to be gradually falling behind his pace.

"It's time for you to transform too," Song Jing murmured to himself, a determined glint in his eyes. To do something well, one must first have the right tools.

For gun wielders in particular, a good weapon is an extension of their arm and a vessel for their will; its importance is self-evident.

He thought of Wang Xuanwu.

This master craftsman had always taken good care of him and was highly skilled, making him the best candidate to upgrade his weapon.

More importantly, he had just received a substantial contribution point reward for breaking through the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of the Cultivation Technique Pavilion in succession: 80 for the fourth level, 100 for the fifth, and 120 for the sixth, for a total of 300 contribution points!

In the outer sect, this would be an enormous sum of money, enough to exchange for many rare materials.

Armed with the Wildfire Spear and contribution points, Song Jing returned to the prefectural city and found Wang Xuanwu, who was discussing weapon forging with Master Mo Yezi at the "Hundred Refinements Workshop".