Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 182 A resounding victory, admired by all.

This was a habit he developed during his training in the outer sect, and it was also an important source of resources for lower-level martial artists.

First, they went to Qian Bao, the "Skull Crusher".

The man's hammer had been bent by his own palm and was now worthless, but the bulging leather package around his waist caught Song Jing's attention.

Upon opening the package, besides several hundred taels of silver notes and some loose change, there was a small, exquisite jade bottle. Pulling back the stopper, a familiar and pure medicinal fragrance wafted out—a bone-strengthening pill!

Moreover, its quality is excellent, even better than those issued by the sect!

"Good stuff!" Song Jing's eyes lit up.

The Bone Strengthening Pill is a top-grade pill used in the Bone Forging Realm to enhance cultivation and temper bones. It is extremely valuable, and the monthly quota for the outer sect is very limited. On the black market, one pill can often be sold for nearly ten thousand taels of silver, and there is no market for it!

The fact that Qian Bao had one on him suggests that it was bestowed upon him by the Blood Lotus Sect or the Zhou family, either to aid his cultivation or as a reward.

He carefully put the jade bottle away, as if he were holding ten thousand taels of gold.

Then, he picked up the grotesque, spiked skull-crushing hammer from beside Qian Bao.

The hammer handle is made of century-old ironwood, and the hammerhead is made of refined steel mixed with black iron. Although it was bent by itself, the material is still hard. If it is melted down and reforged or sold directly as material, its value will definitely exceed ten thousand taels!

Song Jing weighed it in his hand; it was heavy and solid, and he was secretly pleased.

This is just the first one!

Next up is "Black-hearted Tiger" Zhao Mang.

They also found a Bone Strengthening Pill and a pair of finely forged steel gauntlets on his body.

The boxing gloves are entirely black, with raised spikes at the knuckles. The inside seems to be lined with cushioning animal hide. They feel slightly heavy in the hand and have a subtle cold gleam.

He infused a wisp of true energy into the gauntlets, and a faint light seemed to shimmer on their surface. "Exquisite!" Song Jing judged that these gauntlets were worth at least ten thousand taels of silver! He carefully put away the gauntlets and the pills.

"Poison Scholar" Wen Qing had the most items on him, including various bottles and jars of poisons and powders, and countless hidden weapons. However, Song Jing did not know much about poisons and only took the Bone Strengthening Pill and some seemingly harmless silver notes and gold leaves, which amounted to about two or three thousand taels.

Wen Qing used a pair of poisoned short swords. The blades were slender and long, with a deep blue color. The edges gleamed with an ominous cold light under the moonlight, clearly indicating that they were coated with a potent poison. The hilts were inlaid with emeralds, making them obviously not ordinary items.

Although Song Jing disliked using poison, the pair of short swords were made of excellent materials and were crafted to an exceptional degree, making them worth no less than ten thousand taels of silver.

"Night Owl" Mo Jiu's movements were unpredictable, but he seemed to have the least wealth, with only a Bone Strengthening Pill and some loose silver.

However, the dagger that Song Jing had knocked away was an unexpected delight. The dagger was about a foot long, matte all over, and incredibly light in the hand, almost weightless, but the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, with a concealed cold light. With a gentle swipe, the stone next to him cracked silently.

This is absolutely the kind of weapon every assassin dreams of! Its value is probably even higher than Wen Qing's short sword, at least 15,000 taels!

Song Jing played with it for a while, reluctant to put it away, before carefully putting it away.

"Four Bone Strengthening Pills, and four exquisite weapons of considerable value!" Song Jing calculated in his mind, an irrepressible excitement welling up in his heart.

These are only four early-stage Refining Realm cultivators! Keep in mind, many inner disciples of the Pingtian Sect might not accumulate this many resources in a year! This adventure was worth it!

Finally, he arrived at the body of Wu Feng, the "Bone-Cracking Hand".

As a minor leader in the mid-stage of the Refining Realm, his wealth was obviously much greater.

Song Jing took out a mutton-fat jade bottle that was clearly of a higher grade from his bosom, uncorked it, and the strong medicinal fragrance that was several times stronger invigorated him—inside lay five bone-strengthening pills, each the size of a longan, golden in color, and with clear red patterns!

Both in terms of quality and potency, they are a level above the initial four!

"Five!" Song Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he carefully put the jade bottle away from his body.

Adding to the previous four, that makes nine Bone Strengthening Pills!

That's enough for him to advance his cultivation level by a significant margin!

In addition, Wu Feng had a thick stack of silver notes on him, the smallest denomination being five hundred taels, which, at a rough glance, amounted to no less than twenty thousand taels!

Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the weapon that Wu Feng had dropped to the side.

That was a knife.

The knife was over three feet long, with a slightly curved blade. It was a dark, murky black, except for a single line of bright light at the edge, which shone with a chilling gleam in the moonlight.

The hilt is wrapped with some kind of black animal bone, and it feels cool to the touch and fits the shape of the hand perfectly.

The knife has a simple and unadorned design, but its restrained sharpness and faint bloody aura clearly indicate that it is a deadly weapon that has drunk its fill of blood.

Song Jing held his sword in his hand and infused it with a trace of true energy.

"Buzz—" The blade emitted a low, soft sound, and a faint blood-red light flashed across the gleaming blade, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a few degrees.

"What a fine sword!" Song Jing couldn't help but exclaim. This was definitely a near-rare treasure sword!

Although it cannot compare to the extraordinary power of his own Five Elements Dao Spear, its materials, craftsmanship, and malevolent aura far surpass those of ordinary fine weapons.

A rough estimate puts the market price at over 30,000 taels of silver, or even higher!

"A great harvest! A truly great harvest!" Even Song Jing, with his calm and composed nature, couldn't help but feel excited at this moment.

Nine bone-strengthening pills worth nearly 100,000 taels, four exquisite weapons worth over 45,000 taels in total, a near-rare treasure sword worth over 30,000 taels, plus tens of thousands of taels of silver notes—the spoils of this battle can be described as sudden wealth!

It's enough to support his cultivation needs for a long time!

He quickly packed all the spoils of war, wrapped them in cloth torn from the enemy, carried them on his back, and returned to Chen Yanzhou's side.

After a brief period of rest, Chen Yanzhou had barely regained some of his senses, but his aura was still weak and his face was as pale as paper. When he saw Song Jing returning with large and small bags, a relieved yet weak bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Captain, are you feeling better?" Song Jing asked with concern.

Chen Yanzhou shook his head, his voice hoarse: "I'm not dead yet—thanks to you."

"The spoils—keep them; they're all yours. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead here today."

Song Jing shook his head, took out the black sword with a blood-red sheen from the package, and solemnly handed it to Chen Yanzhou with both hands: "Captain, this sword is Wu Feng's weapon. It is of excellent quality and has been classified as a near-precious item."

"I observed your use of the knife; your swordsmanship is extraordinary. This knife's murderous aura matches your fighting spirit on the battlefield; perhaps it could be of use. Please accept it."

Chen Yanzhou was taken aback, looking at the precious sword whose sharpness could not be concealed even in the dim light, a look of surprise and complexity flashed in his eyes.

Having immersed himself in swordsmanship for decades, he could tell at a glance that this sword was no ordinary item, even better than the sword he had used before.

With this sword in hand, his strength can increase by at least 20%!

For him, who is now seriously injured, this is like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

"This—this is unacceptable." Chen Yanzhou waved his hand with difficulty, a deep sense of shame on his face. "This battle was almost entirely due to your efforts. Not only did I not help much, but I also became a burden, causing you to be distracted in taking care of it. I am unworthy to accept such a divine weapon—this was obtained with your life, and it should belong to you."

"Captain, you are mistaken!" Song Jing said solemnly, his tone resolute and leaving no room for doubt. "If it weren't for your trust, Captain, and your willingness to risk danger to hold off Wu Feng and distract him, how could I have had the opportunity to defeat those four one by one?"

Without your years of guarding Tianshui and protecting this region, how could I, a junior, have had the opportunity to settle down and grow up to where I am today?

Please accept this knife!

Otherwise, I would feel uneasy and would have no face to see the Commandant again!

Without a word, he shoved the sword, still in its sheath, into Chen Yanzhou's hand, his eyes sincere and firm, filled with an earnestness that brooked no refusal.

Chen Yanzhou gripped the cold, heavy scabbard, feeling the faint pulse and murderous aura emanating from the blade. Looking into Song Jing's clear and resolute gaze, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

He felt ashamed, ashamed that as an elder and superior, he had contributed so little in this battle, yet had been burdened with the responsibility of rescuing the junior and gifting him divine weapons; he felt gratified and delighted to have such a loyal and grateful young man, a truly joyous occasion; and he was deeply moved that, when he was severely injured, destitute, and facing an uncertain future, Song Jing had not only not abandoned him, but had instead bestowed upon him such precious spoils of war.

He remained silent for a long time, then finally sighed, no longer refusing. He hugged the precious sword tightly to his chest, a trace of color returning to his pale face. He smiled bitterly and said, "Good—good lad! This old man—this old man is truly—ashamed to accept this! This sword, I accept! This kindness, I will remember in my heart forever!"

"You flatter me, Commandant. This is merely my duty." Song Jing smiled sincerely as he saw that Song Jing had accepted the gift.

For him, this knife was good, but it was ultimately not as easy to use as his own Five Elements Dao Spear.

The gift was given to Chen Yanzhou, who had been kind to him and was skilled with knives, so that it would make the best use of the gift and also repay his kindness in a small way.

Without further delay, Song Jing carried the heavily injured Chen Yanzhou on his back, along with a large bag of spoils, mainly the four weapons and silver notes. The pills and the precious sword had already been put away. They quickly returned to Tianshui City.

Back in the city, Chen Yanzhou was settled in the inner room of the Commandant's Mansion, where he was treated by the best physicians.

He Tianxiong, Nie Daoyi, Li Lingshuang, Nie Feng, Bai Yunfei, and several family heads and martial arts school owners from the inner city who had rushed over upon hearing the news gathered in the front hall of the Commandant's Mansion, anxiously waiting. The atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

When Song Jing returned, supporting Chen Yanzhou, who was weak and pale but alive, and when Song Jing calmly and clearly recounted the outcome of the battle in the south of the city—the killing of Wu Feng, the mid-stage leader of the Refining Realm, known as "Bone-Cracking Hand," and four of his early-stage Refining Realm experts, while only Chen Duwei's injuries had slightly worsened—the entire front hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone, including the most knowledgeable and skilled county magistrate He Tianxiong, the seasoned veteran Nie Daoyi, and Li Ling Shuang and Nie Feng, who were already mentally prepared for Song Jing's strength, all stared wide-eyed and gaping mouths as if they were looking at a monster that had stepped out of an ancient myth.

"hiss--!!!"

Three breaths passed before He Tianxiong finally broke the suffocating silence with a sharp gasp.

He abruptly stood up from his chair, his movement so sudden that he knocked over the chair behind him with a loud crash, but he seemed oblivious, his gaze fixed on Song Jing. His voice, shrill and distorted with extreme shock, screamed: "They—they all killed them?! Including that Bone-Cracking Hand Wu Feng?! He's a ruthless character in the mid-stage of the Divine Refinement realm, someone who fought against barbarians on the border and even escaped from late-stage Divine Refinement realm cultivators! You—you really did it?!"

His voice echoed in the empty foyer, filled with disbelief.

As the head of a county, he understood better than most people present how terrifying a mid-stage Refining Realm expert was, and how troublesome a ruthless bandit like Wu Feng, who had lived a life of bloodshed and was experienced in fighting, was!

Even at his peak, Chen Yanzhou would have found it difficult to kill Wu Feng, let alone when he was seriously injured and carrying Song Jing, who was at the mid-stage of the Bone Forging Realm.

Nie Daoyi was trembling with excitement. He rushed to Song Jing, trying to grab his shoulder, but stopped halfway, as if afraid of breaking some fragile porcelain. In a trembling voice, he asked incoherently, "Young Song—no, Young Hero Song! You, you—am I dreaming? Those are five Refining Realm cultivators! Five! And one of them is in the mid-stage! You—how did you do that?!"

His cloudy old eyes were now filled with unparalleled shock, ecstasy, and a hint of bewilderment.

He felt that he had wasted most of his life and could not understand what was happening before his eyes.

Li Ling Shuang was already stunned. Her pink lips were slightly open, big enough to fit an egg. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, filled with shock, admiration, disbelief, and a strange look that she herself did not notice.

She stared blankly at Song Jing's figure, which, though stained with blood, remained as upright as a pine tree, and felt her heart pounding like a drum, her cheeks inexplicably burning.

Is this still the same senior brother who defeated him in the ring?

This is simply—it's simply a god of war descending to earth!

Nie Feng was so excited that his face turned red, his fists clenched, and he wanted to roar to the sky.

His gaze toward Song Jing was filled with fervor and pride, as if he himself were the one who had created such a miracle.

Bai Yunfei's face turned ashen, and he subconsciously took half a step back. His eyes were filled with awe, fear, and a deep sense of defeat as he looked at Song Jing.

His previous thoughts of comparison had long since vanished, leaving only endless admiration.

The other family heads and hall masters were in an uproar, their discussions rising like a tidal wave: "My god! One strike killed four early-stage Refining Realm cultivators? And he even joined forces with Commandant Chen to kill Wu Feng? This—this is really something a Bone Forging Realm cultivator could do?"

"Could Young Hero Song be the reincarnation of some powerful being? Or perhaps possess ancient blood?"

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!"

If it weren't for Commandant Chen's own admission...

Although Commandant Chen didn't speak, his demeanor clearly indicated he agreed. "I absolutely refuse to believe it!"

"Tianshui City is saved! With Young Hero Song here, what is there to fear from the Blood Lotus Sect?!"

"Young Master Song is truly a divine being!"

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The hall was filled with exclamations of amazement, praise, and disbelief. Everyone looked at Song Jing with a different gaze, no longer as a promising young man, but as if gazing up at a towering mountain, filled with awe, reliance, and even a touch of fanaticism.

Despite the shock of the crowd, Song Jing remained calm and simply explained again, "It was just luck."

It was only thanks to Captain Chen's desperate efforts in holding off Wu Feng that most of his attention was drawn away.

I merely used my speed advantage to first take the weakest one, Qian Bao, the Skullbreaker, by surprise, thus intimidating the other three. Then, taking advantage of their panic, I worked with the captain to distract them and defeat them one by one.

Finally, with the combined efforts of the captain, we managed to kill Wu Feng with great difficulty. This battle was extremely dangerous; without the captain's trust and desperate assistance, I would never have succeeded.

He spoke lightly, but everyone could imagine from his simple narration how thrilling it was, how the weak triumphed over the strong, and how they fought back from the brink of defeat!

Especially when they heard Song Jing say things like "surprisely killed the weakest Qian Bao", "deterred the other three", and "defeated them one by one", everyone was even more impressed and gained a deeper understanding of Song Jing's combat wisdom and ruthless decisiveness.

"Excellent! What a brilliant surprise attack! What a masterful elimination!" He Tianxiong clapped his hands in praise, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "Young Hero Song's cultivation is unfathomable, and his adaptability in the face of the enemy and his grasp of the battle situation are also exquisite! Commander Chen has a discerning eye; our Tianshui City is truly fortunate to have such a talent!"

Nie Daoyi nodded repeatedly, overjoyed: "The younger generation is truly formidable! Young Song—no, Young Hero Song, your heroic act is enough to make you famous throughout Tiannan Prefecture! In my lifetime, to have witnessed such a talent is truly worthwhile!"

Li Ling Shuang finally came to her senses. She quickly walked up to Song Jing, her pretty face flushed with excitement, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at him. She said in a clear voice, "Senior Brother Song, you're amazing! I knew you could do it!"

Nie Feng also came over, so excited he was almost incoherent: "Brother Song! You're truly my idol! You're amazing!"

Faced with everyone's praise, Song Jing simply smiled modestly and said nothing more.

His thoughts were preoccupied with the lingering threat from the north of the city, the Blood Lotus Cult's army that could arrive at any moment, whether the still unconscious Lu Jiutian and his group could arrive in time, and the conspiracy lurking within Sheng Huaixu and the Zhou family.

"Gentlemen," Song Jing raised his hand to silence the murmurs, and said in a deep voice, "Although the enemy in the south of the city has been eliminated, there is still a powerful enemy in the north. The Blood Lotus Sect's army will arrive soon. We must not let our guard down. Our most urgent task is to strengthen our defenses, treat the wounded, restore our strength, and prepare for the fierce battle to come!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes clear and firm, exuding an air of authority that commanded respect.

"Young Master Song is absolutely right!" He Tianxiong was the first to respond. At this moment, he was completely convinced by Song Jing and would listen to his every word.

"We will obey Young Hero Song's orders!" The others also bowed, without any further doubt.

After this battle, although Song Jing held no official position, he had already become the third de facto decision-maker and spiritual pillar in Tianshui City, after Chen Yanzhou and He Tianxiong, due to his absolute strength and achievements.

As night deepened, Tianshui City remained shrouded in a tense atmosphere, but the news of the great victory in the south of the city acted like a shot in the arm, injecting unprecedented hope and fighting spirit into the hearts of every defender.

And Song Jing's name will surely spread throughout Tianshui and even further afield with this battle.

"We can't stay here any longer, let's head back to the city!" Song Jing carried the exhausted Chen Yanzhou on his back, picked up the Five Elements Dao Spear, quickly cleaned up the battlefield, erased any obvious traces, and then sped off towards Tianshui City.

Back in the city, after settling the unconscious Chen Yanzhou and feeding him healing pills, He Tianxiong, Nie Daoyi, and the others immediately surrounded him.

"How is the Commandant?" He Tianxiong asked anxiously.

"His injuries have worsened, but his life is not in immediate danger. I have given him some medicine, and he needs to rest." Song Jing said in a deep voice, "The blockade of the south of the city has been broken. We have killed one person in the mid-stage of the Refining Realm and four people in the early stage."

However, there are still two mid-stage and two early-stage Refining Realm cultivators to the north, and Sheng Huaixu is also lurking in the shadows. The crisis is not yet over.

Everyone was both surprised and delighted upon hearing this.

What's astonishing is that Song Jing actually did it, and did it so cleanly and efficiently!

The good news is that a breach has finally been created, weakening the enemy's strength.

The way they looked at Song Jing was as if they were looking up at a god.

"Young Master Song is truly a divine being!" He Tianxiong exclaimed sincerely.

"What should we do next?" Nie Daoyi asked.

Song Jing looked north, a cold glint in his eyes: "Wait. Wait for news from Senior Brother Lu and the others. Or—wait for them to come to us of their own accord."