Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing turned around and went to Li's Wine Shop in town to buy a few catties of good wine.

"Young Master Song, what a rare guest today! Here to buy some wine? How much?" Old Man Li saw Song Jing from afar and thought, "Is this the newly emerged martial artist? He is indeed handsome and dashing, a completely different person." He then greeted him warmly.

Song Jing nodded: "Five catties."

"You've come to the right place! My wine is of excellent quality, famous far and wide, its aroma travels for miles, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Old Man Li immediately ladled out the wine, one spoonful after another. "Goodbye, sir."

Song Jing put down his bowl and looked at Lin Xiaochun seriously: "Xiaochun, do you also want to learn martial arts?"

The girl nodded vigorously: "Yes! I want to become stronger! I don't want to see my brother get hurt again and be unable to do anything about it!"

"Okay." Song Jing smiled: "Xiao Chan will definitely be able to do it in the future and become a very powerful female martial artist."

"Really?!" Lin Xiaochun looked up in surprise.

"Of course it's true," Song Jing said. "However, as long as you train your physique and hone your basic skills, you will definitely be able to do it in the future."

"I'm not afraid!" she clenched her little fists. "I'll definitely persevere!"

Fatty Chen laughed heartily, "Great! From now on, we'll be the 'Wind Chasing Four'! Brother Song will lead, I'll provide the money, Monkey will provide the labor, and Xiao Chan will provide the heart! We'll be famous throughout Xiushui sooner or later!"

The crowd laughed, and the atmosphere became lively again.

Song Jing raised his bowl, gazing at his elder brother's face, etched with the marks of time, and murmured to himself:

One day, I will no longer need you to worry about anything for me or to shelter me from the wind and rain.

He tilted his head back and drank the bowl of wine in one gulp, his eyes slightly moist from the spiciness.

As night deepened and the stars twinkled, laughter filled the courtyard, much like when I was a child and my mother was still alive.

Beneath this hustle and bustle and warmth, an even greater storm is quietly approaching.

Song Jing diligently practiced asceticism every day.

The morning light was faint, and the frost was biting.

Song Jing sat cross-legged, shirtless, the body-tempering ointment in his palm gleaming with a faint blue light. He dipped the ointment in and pounded his chest hard.

"Bang!"

The collision of flesh and medicine caused excruciating pain. He gritted his teeth and continued slapping until his skin turned red and rusty. Then he took out a Tibetan knife, the blade tracing along his shoulder blade, scraping away the calluses, from which beads of blood seeped out.

"The skin gradually develops a chilling, iron-like aura, making it impervious to blades."

He silently recited the incantation of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, feeling numb from the pain, but his consciousness became clearer.

The night was as dark as ink, and the mountain wind howled.

He charged into the courtyard carrying heavy sandbags, then kicked out with both legs.

"boom!"

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the bluestone ground. He moved like the wind, taking three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in a single step; his legs moved like the wind, floating like light clouds brushing against leaves.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, blood and qi surged in his dantian, and the images on the tattered scroll became increasingly clear.

Faster! Harder!

He didn't stop until the moon and stars had set.

Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Song Jing has long put the blind date out of his mind, focusing on not replying to messages.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Minor Success in Skin Forging - Bullhide Realm (27/100)

[Technique Progress] Wind Chasing Leg Technique - Minor Success (5/100)

Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Sister Lin were returning from outside the city today after eliminating mountain bandits, and they happened to pass by Song Jing's house.

I came over for a visit and took the opportunity to introduce him to my third senior sister, who had just returned from her travels.

Staring at Song Jing's dilapidated thatched hut, which had just been repaired and was now scattered by the strong wind, he spoke bluntly, firing off a three-part question: "You still live here?"

If martial artists live in places like this, wouldn't it be a disgrace to our martial arts school?

Do you still consider yourself a martial arts school disciple?

"My third senior sister is arriving soon. She happens to have a vacant house in town. If I weren't already married and settled, I could let you stay here for a while."

Song Jing smiled wryly and remained silent; his senior brother was still too enthusiastic.

Just then, a cool and aloof figure came riding the wind.

Third Senior Sister Lin Wan'er, the niece of the sect leader.

He was dressed in a white, close-fitting outfit, with a long sword at his waist, his hair tied in a high bun, and his eyebrows and eyes sharp as frost.

She didn't stop walking, but looked Song Jing up and down.

It looks nothing special, just average, with nothing remarkable about it.

The description of him as having extraordinary talent, exceptional comprehension, and being a dragon among men, as depicted by Junior Brother Zhou, is actually quite different.

His cultivation level is just a bluffing level; at nineteen, he's not young anymore, and that's all he's achieved.

Does she really deserve Zhou's constant praise?

This really puzzled and confused her.

Moreover, he heard that his best friend, Li Lingshuang, was introduced to him on a blind date.

Her best friend, Li Ling Shuang, was just as talented as herself, and at only twenty years old, she had already broken through to the Iron Skin Realm, with the potential to even break through to the Bronze Skin Realm in the future.

They are quite opinionated, assertive, and admire those who are strong-willed.

How could she possibly be willing to marry someone like that? He's an ordinary guy in terms of family background, talent, and looks, even less attractive than herself.

Then, with a cool tone, he asked, "You're the junior brother that Junior Brother Zhou always praises?"

Song Jing was taken aback, then nodded politely and said, "Hello, Third Senior Sister."

"I heard you need a place to stay, come with me." She seemed aloof, but she was actually very warm-hearted.

He turned and led the way without giving a chance to explain, his clothes fluttering like the night wind sweeping across the hills.

After an incense stick has burned, at the East Street.

The three of them immediately arrived at a house, which was clean, tidy, and elegant.

It's relatively close to the martial arts school, though the location isn't great, but it's quiet and convenient for training.

The third senior sister said it was a gift to greet him. Because of her relationship with senior brother Zhou, she took special care of him and gave this house to Song Jing after moving to a larger one.

Song Jing refused the reward without merit, after all, his senior sister came from a wealthy family.

It wasn't wise to waste such a favor, so I bought it for five taels of silver, the market price.

Three days later, Song Yi came to visit again, his face full of anticipation: "Brother Jing, have you bought the house yet? Brother Li the blacksmith has been urging me about Miss Li's house three times already."

He also felt sorry for his adopted daughter, who was already twenty years old and only knew how to practice martial arts all day long, and was still not married!

Other girls start getting married at fourteen, but for her, it's already too late.

Wouldn't it be impolite if you didn't go? You can't keep up with your uncle Li's kindness forever.

Big brother knows you like martial arts?

Li the blacksmith's father and my father were old acquaintances and friends. In addition, Li the blacksmith and I have been friends for more than ten years. Now that we can become even closer, I am happy to see it happen.

And her daughter is quite something; I heard she's also a martial artist, and she broke through to the next level at the age of twenty!

You two might have something in common!

Song Jing lowered his head to drink tea, the rising steam concealing a hint of coldness in his eyes: "The house has already been bought, a new house on East Street."

I'll go check it out then, let's set the time for five days from now, at Li's Tavern!

"Really?!" Song Yi's eyes lit up, and he almost jumped up. "Then...then I'll ask Matchmaker Wang to arrange it tomorrow! You need to meet the person, get their birth dates checked, and choose an auspicious time..."

Song Jing chuckled but said nothing more, nor did he refuse; he simply didn't want to disappoint his elder brother.

Zhou Xingyun handed over a cup of coarse tea, its color murky but scalding hot: "There's one more thing. You're now considered a top-tier martial artist, and the year-end is just three months away."

Song Jing raised his eyes, his gaze as dark as night.

"The battle for the martial arts school is about to be decided." Zhou Xingyun lowered his voice, each word like a nail, "The first place winner will inherit the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School and become the new master."

"At that time, the world will change drastically."

"You need to prepare early."

Song Jing nodded, his gaze calm: "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. I already understand."

Zhou Xingyun then left, passing through the mountain path at the village entrance and the burial place of Jin Gang Tie Tou. Many villagers saw him and praised him highly, calling him a great and upright man.

Although such praise is common, I felt somewhat ashamed this time, and no amount of explanation could help.

He needs to speed up his mastery of the "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique".

After breaking through, at least when facing a Level One martial artist, you won't need to retreat anymore.

Senior Brother Li Wei and Zhang Wu no longer need to be afraid, even if they do win the position of sect leader.

only……

The Martial Arts University Competition will be held after the Chinese New Year.

The time was too short and too rushed.

Breaking through the Iron Skin Realm is enough to become a direct disciple of a martial arts school, let alone the Bronze Skin Realm, which is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Only those who reach the Bronze Skin Realm can participate in the Martial Arts Competition; otherwise, they will have to wait another year.

"It's good that you know what you're doing." Zhou Xingyun patted his shoulder and left, his back view steady, but he couldn't hide a trace of worry.

Song Jing turned around, took off his signature martial arts school uniform, changed into ordinary clothes, put on a straw hat, covered his face, and headed straight for the east of the town.

Xu's Teahouse was filled with smoke and noise.

It's a melting pot of all sorts of people, from all walks of life.

This is the news hub of Xiushui Village, bustling with activity on ordinary days, and has stood for a century. I heard that the teahouse owner has some connections.

Knowing the place well, he slipped a coin to the shop assistant and said, "Please pass on a message to the manager; it's urgent."

A moment later, Manager Xu lifted the curtain and came out. He was around fifty years old, with a round face and small eyes. He looked as shrewd as a fox and was holding a tattered palm-leaf fan.

He smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, speaking crisply and clearly, "Five hundred coins for every incense stick's worth of information, fair and square, young and old alike."

We will always remain neutral and guarantee customer privacy; our century-old reputation has never wavered.

Song Jing probed, "You can even find out information about the Black Tiger Gang?"

"Of course, that's the first question! Start the timer." Manager Xu answered without hesitation.

After receiving the affirmation, Song Jing exclaimed that he was truly a shrewd and unscrupulous businessman.

Time was of the essence, so he immediately clasped his hands in a fist and asked quickly, "Since what happened last time, has the Black Tiger Gang made any moves lately?"

Shopkeeper Xu's expression changed slightly. Could this person be related to something, or even be the murderer?

He looks relatively young, and his strength seems to be only at the Bull-like Realm. How could he dare to offend the Black Tiger Gang, which is at the height of its power?

He glanced left and right, then lowered his voice: "When King Kong and Iron Head were killed last time, the Black Tiger Gang was in an uproar!"

The deputy leader, Tu Jiu, was furious and ordered a thorough investigation. However, some time passed, and no results were found.

He shook his head. "That killer was too ruthless, too clean. They left almost no trace. It's like... a ghost killed them."

Song Jing squinted: "So now, who's managing the monthly payments for Xiushui Village?"

Manager Xu pondered for a while, but surprisingly didn't know. Could it be that he was an outsider and unaware of the recent changes in the Black Tiger Gang?

He sighed, "Since the deaths of King Kong and Iron Head, the Black Tiger Gang has produced two twin quasi-martial artists named Lei Long and Hu, known as the 'Dragon and Tiger Duo'."

The two of them together are said to possess the strength of martial artists.

Even worse, the monthly payment has increased by 50%! Now it's one and a half taels of silver!

Song Jing's eyes turned cold, and he became even more aggressive: "I wonder when they usually collect the money?"

"At the beginning of each month," said Manager Xu, "we still take the mountain road at the village entrance, swaggering around."

They did not learn their lesson from the last incident.

They didn't believe anyone would dare touch the Black Tiger Gang, and they certainly didn't believe anyone could kill them.

He added in a low voice:

"In Xiushui Village, the Black Tiger Gang is practically the law."

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is almost up. Song Jing nodded and tossed down a small piece of silver, exactly five hundred coins: "Thank you."

Manager Xu caught it, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't ask any further questions.

Song Jing smiled, turned and left, his figure disappearing into the morning mist.

He chuckled softly on the way: "How interesting, is the sky really that small?"

Then I will overturn this sky sooner or later.

Let's start with this formidable duo of dragons and tigers as new angel investors!