Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing dragged the two corpses, his steps as light and nimble as a cat, and hurried along the depths of the mountain stream.

The night wind rustled through the treetops. He listened carefully to make sure no one was around before stopping at the foot of a shady cliff.

The terrain here is low-lying, surrounded by rocks on three sides, with vines hanging down like curtains above. Ordinary people would never set foot here, let alone stray dogs and refugees.

He was prepared. He took out a can of kerosene from his pocket, first poured it over the two corpses, then sprinkled a thick layer of quicklime on them. The white powder fell down, covering their faces, hands, and clothing, and even the scabbards at their waists and the soles of their shoes.

With a flick of the tinderbox, a blue flame shot up with a "boom," and the stench of burning fuel mixed with the smell of kerosene rose into the sky, only to be quickly dispersed by the mountain wind.

He stood upwind, coldly watching the flames devour flesh and blood. His skin sizzled, and his bones rapidly carbonized and disintegrated under the combined effects of high temperature and strong alkali.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the two tall bodies had shrunk into two clumps of black ash, their faces unrecognizable, their knuckles and palm lines completely melted away, and even their teeth were brittle and white.

After the fire went out, he covered it with another layer of quicklime and poured stream water on it. White smoke billowed, and a pungent smell filled the air—a sign that flesh and bone marrow had been completely decomposed.

He used a shovel to dig three zhang deep, burying all the residue, ashes, and unburnt pieces of cloth inside. He then filled the hole with soil, compacted it, and covered it with rubble and dead branches, allowing the stream water to overflow the surface.

Within three days, this place became indistinguishable from the surrounding muddy ground.

After doing all this, he looked back at the spot and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Last time, Ironhead King Kong's corpse was dug up by wild dogs, which led to a three-day investigation; this time, not even a bone fragment will be left.

The wind passes without leaving a trace, the moon shines without a sound.

Song Jing turned and left as if no one had ever been there.

Having learned from the previous experience, this time we acted with extra care.

Song Jingshen knew:

"Killing the enemy is easy, but hiding is difficult. The traces are not on the ground, but in people's hearts."

If the Black Tiger Gang cannot find the murderer, they will only attribute it to "a merger of other gangs" or "a feud between gangs in the underworld";

But if a clue is left behind, such as a special button, a distinctive kick mark from a swift kick, or even a witness's description, it could be a valuable clue.

They would then follow the trail, potentially implicating Senior Brother Zhou, and even attracting the Zhang family to take the opportunity to suppress him.

He doesn't want momentary pleasure, but rather to live, become stronger, and go further.

Therefore, his "concealment" is not only a technique, but also a wisdom for survival.

Swift as the wind, ruthless as thunder, and elusive as a shadow.

Xiushui Village, a dilapidated mountain god temple.

The dilapidated temple was drafty, and the incense was burning weakly.

Seven or eight villagers huddled under the statue of the god, around an oil lamp, their faces filled with sorrow.

"This life... is unbearable!" Old Zhang pounded his knees, his voice trembling. "Last month it was one tael of 'peace money,' and this month it's jumped to one and a half taels! That's a full 50% increase!"

"That's right!" Granny Wang wiped away her tears. "When those two beasts, King Kong and Iron Head, died, I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief... Who knew that before three days of peace had passed, the Dragon and Tiger Duo arrived, even more ruthless than the King of Hell!"

"The other day, my son just glanced at them and his leg was broken!" a young man gritted his teeth. "Now, who dares to delay? Who dares to owe money? If they don't like you and talk back, they'll immediately draw their knives and kill you! Last month, Old Zhao from Lijia Gou was hung from a tree at the village entrance just because he was half a day late in raising money..."

Everyone fell silent, with only heavy breathing audible.

"Sigh..." Old Zhang sighed, "I thought the day would break when the villains were dead. Who knew... a pack of even darker wolves would take their place."

Just then, the temple door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang!

A sweaty man rushed in, his face beaming with excitement: "The Dragon and Tiger Duo... are dead! Those two devils, I heard they were slaughtered last night in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge!"

Everyone looked up in astonishment.

"Really?"

"The tavern owner was worried this morning. Those two go drinking every day, but they haven't shown up all day today!"

Someone passing by the mountain path faintly heard screams coming from afar.

Terrified, my legs went weak, and I didn't dare look up. I scrambled back!

"Where's the body?"

"Didn't see him! But there was blood on the mountain path; he's probably been attacked by enemies!"

The dilapidated temple was initially deathly silent, then erupted in suppressed cheers.

"Thank God!"

"The Bodhisattva has appeared!"

"Finally... I can get a good night's sleep..."

Some people knelt down and kowtowed on the spot, tears streaming down their faces.

But what they didn't know was that the person who killed them and saved them was someone they had once looked down upon.

At this moment, on the training ground of the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, Song Jing was shirtless, his legs like whips, repeatedly kicking the wooden stakes.

Sweat poured down his face, his muscles were taut like iron, and every leg he took created a whooshing sound.

Zhou Xingyun stood under the corridor for a long time, then suddenly beckoned, "Junior brother, come here."

Song Jing stopped, wiped his sweat, and followed him into a secluded courtyard.

There were no outsiders in the courtyard. Zhou Xingyun lowered his voice, but his eyes held a smile: "This time..." He paused, then continued, "It wasn't you who did it again, was it?"

Song Jing was taken aback, then smiled wryly: "I can't hide it from my senior brother."

"I knew it!" Zhou Xingyun patted his shoulder, his tone tinged with smugness. "The Dragon and Tiger Duo, near-martial artists working together, even ordinary rogue cultivators would avoid them. Vanishing overnight, their methods clean and without a trace—who else could it be but you?"

He paused, his expression turning serious: "But this time you must make sure the body is completely destroyed and no evidence is left. If the Black Tiger Gang traces it back to the martial arts school, the old master won't be in a good position."

Song Jing nodded: "Don't worry, senior brother. I used lime and kerosene, buried it three zhang deep, and not even a corner of my clothes was left. There are almost no traces left at the scene. They will just think it was a fight between enemies."

Zhou Xingyun finally breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn't help but laugh: "Good lad, you're getting bolder and bolder. But... well done!"

Just then, a voice called out from outside the courtyard, "Brother Jing! Big Brother is looking for you! He said he's at Li's Restaurant this afternoon, don't be late!"

Song Jing frowned slightly.

Zhou Xingyun raised an eyebrow: "A blind date?"

"Hmm." Song Jing's tone was flat. "I can't go against my older brother's wishes."

At 3:45 PM, in a private room at Li Ji Restaurant.

Song Jing was dressed in a faded blue cloth shirt with slightly worn cuffs, which looked out of place amidst the carved beams and painted rafters.

Opposite her, Li Ling Shuang sat upright like a pine tree.

She was about twenty-two years old, with her black hair tied up in a bun, adorned with no hairpins or ornaments. Her face was dignified and beautiful, but her eyes were sharp as knives. She wore a light purple dress, her back straight, exuding an air of unassailable pride.

"Young Master Song," she said, her voice cool and clear, "I have come here today because my father and your father had a past friendship, and our ancestors were from the same hometown."

I am deeply indebted to my father, and I feel ashamed.

This meeting is merely a formality, done out of respect for our parents; I hope you won't take it to heart.

Song Jing raised his eyes, his gaze calm: "Understood."

Li Ling Shuang was slightly surprised. She had seen too many lecherous men, some flattering, some nervous, and some pretending to be nonchalant.

The person before him remained as still as a dry well, as if this was exactly what he desired.

I couldn't help but wonder if my own charm had diminished, or if this kid, despite his low cultivation level, was truly as devoted to martial arts as the legends said.

She continued, "My ambition is to learn martial arts, and I do not wish to marry early."

Even if I get married, I want to marry someone stronger than me.

Only someone like that can I follow?

Although you have now obtained citizenship, your foundation is weak and your future is uncertain... We are not suitable for each other.

She spoke directly, even harshly.

Song Jing smiled, a rare occurrence for him. He had thought he would have to find some reasons himself, but unexpectedly, a great scholar had defended him. With a hint of barely perceptible joy, he immediately stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Miss Li is absolutely right."

Song was born in a fishing village and had no power or influence. He practiced asceticism every day just to survive.

He never dared to dream of getting married.

Today's appointment, like the young lady's situation, was purely due to the elder brother's insistence.

Putting myself in her shoes, I completely understand the girl.

Since the young lady has no intention, then we will do as she says.

Li Ling Shuang was taken aback. It was the first time she had met a man like this, which made her quite curious.

She had expected the other party to be ashamed, defend themselves, or even beg.

Unexpectedly, he was so decisive, and even... breathed a sigh of relief?

"You...aren't angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Song Jing stood up, his tone frank. "We have no connection whatsoever. A forced relationship is never sweet."

The young woman had lofty aspirations, which Song admired.

Wouldn't it be better if we went our separate ways and didn't bother each other in the future?

After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly, turned around, and left.

Li Ling Shuang stared at his retreating figure, speechless for a moment.

This person... was more clear-headed and more... carefree than she had imagined.

As I stepped out of the restaurant, the sun was setting.

Song Jing took a deep breath and felt incredibly relaxed.

Is it about romantic love?

Now is not the time, and later will not be the time.

His path lies in martial arts, in venturing into the vast world, rather than in seclusion in a corner.

Inside the private room of the restaurant, Li Ling Shuang remained motionless for a long time.

After a long silence, she murmured to herself, "Song Jing... are you really just an ordinary person, or... are you hiding your true abilities?"

What a strange person!

No one answered.

Only outside the window, the evening breeze blows, swirling up a fallen leaf and sending it drifting into the distance.