Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

My older brother had his own difficulties and was also struggling financially, so I didn't have much hope of getting money from him.

Although the eldest brother promised to raise the money, he knew he wouldn't be able to get past his sister-in-law.

The next morning.

Just before noon, Lin Hou'er rushed into Song Jing's yard, panting heavily, hands on his knees: "Jing! Your brother... your brother told me to tell you right away!"

Song Jing was chopping wood in the courtyard when he heard this. He stopped chopping, wiped his sweat, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Hou'er swallowed hard and spoke quickly: "This morning your brother asked me to pass on a message—he originally wanted to scrape together five taels, but he really had no other choice. He managed to scrape together two taels of silver. At the time, your brother looked very guilty and said that he could only break his promise to you."

He paused, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of indignation, "He asked a few brothers from the blacksmith shop and old buddies at the docks, and they all agreed to lend him three taels of silver, but last night they all suddenly changed their minds!"

Some said they needed the money urgently at home, some pretended to be stupid, and some simply hid and refused to meet anyone... They have absolutely no sense of chivalry!

Lin Hou'er shook his head and sighed, "Your brother's eyes were red back then. He said... 'Jing, I really tried my best, I'm sorry.'"

He looked up at Song Jing, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "We agreed to meet at noon today under the old locust tree at the village entrance, and I will hand over the two taels of silver I've collected to you in person."

Song Jing remained silent for a moment, his fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of the worn porcelain bowl, before finally nodding gently: "I understand, thanks, Monkey."

Lin Hou'er scratched his head, wanting to comfort him but not knowing where to begin. In the end, he just patted him on the shoulder: "My condolences... oh no, I mean... at this critical juncture, hang in there."

After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

Song Jing stood there, gazing at the bare old locust tree outside the village courtyard, the wind blowing up the corner of his faded clothes.

At noon, Song Jing happily went there, arriving on time for the appointment.

Under the locust tree at the village entrance, a kind and sturdy figure had been waiting for a long time. His hands, which looked black and covered in dust, were tightly clutching two taels of silver.

"Ah Jing, I brought you the money, but it's only two taels. Your sister-in-law tried to borrow money from my men, but they didn't get a single penny." Song Yi sighed with a hint of guilt, "It's all my secret savings over the years, hidden in the chimney. Your sister-in-law doesn't know about it."

Looking at his elder brother, Song Jing felt a mix of emotions, some of which were hard to describe.

Looking at his elder brother, he said firmly, "Brother, I will make something of myself."

"Brother knows, our ancestors predicted it long ago. I'm waiting for you to make a name for yourself." Song Yi said with a half-smile as he ran quickly, "Little brother, I have to go back right away, or your sister-in-law will catch me and I'll get a good scolding."

Watching my older brother's hurried and flustered figure leave, I felt a pang of sadness at his henpecked nature.

Song Jing counted and finally managed to scrape together three taels of silver, still two taels short.

I'll have to work for a while longer, doing odd jobs in town. I don't know when I'll be able to raise the remaining two taels. I estimate that by the time I've raised enough, I'll have paid my dues and have even less money left.

In this damn world, even the most difficult things are easy for someone else to do if you don't.

By then, I'll probably be getting further and further away from my goal, so I'll have to go home first and think of other solutions later.

After receiving the money from his elder brother, Song Jing, with a troubled expression, was about to get up and go to the Xu family's pharmacy.

A series of knocks sounded on the door.

"Ah Jing, get up. What happened last night has caused quite a stir. Your sister-in-law really didn't hold back at all."

Song Jing went out to greet the two, and heard the villagers of Xiushui Village gossiping and spreading rumors.

"Back then, the eldest son of the Song family spent all his family's wealth on learning martial arts. He used to live a decent life, but now he's fallen into this state."

"But they still refuse to believe it and stubbornly insist on going in. They're a family of fools and stubborn bastards."

"Trying to learn martial arts to defy fate and change one's destiny is nothing but a pipe dream!"

Upon hearing this, Song Jingru ignored the barking dogs. Why would he bother with a few dogs and ruin his good mood?

The paradox of identity tells us that a beggar will only envy other beggars who beg for more money than him, not rich people who earn more money than him.

Time will tell; one cannot discuss ice with a summer insect.

Lin Hou'er couldn't stand it any longer and spoke up for justice: "These villagers are incredibly snobbish, looking down on people and spewing filth."

The fat man chimed in, "Like a dog, that's what happens when you kneel for too long."

Then the two changed the subject: "We already know, you want to learn martial arts! That's a good thing! I've heard that those who succeed in martial arts can become high-ranking officials!"

The fat man then became curious and asked, "Practicing martial arts requires a lot of hardship and also costs five taels of silver. Where did you get so much money?"

Song Jing waved his hand, shook his head, and sat back down in his seat with a sigh.

Lin Hou'er, however, was quite enthusiastic and spoke up for Song Jing, saying, "Your sister-in-law is really biased. She is generous with the money she provides to her brother, but she treats you very differently."

Although his younger brother has achieved some success, in my opinion, if you were given the chance, you might not be any worse than his brother.

"I have a tael of silver here, you can take it," Fatty Chen said first, handing the money to Song Jing.

"I also have a tael or two of silver," Lin Hou'er added.

Song Jing quickly stretched out his hands, refusing them: "You are already in dire straits. Do you not want to live next month or the month after?"

I don't need the money urgently, you can take it back first!

The two, as if they had planned it together, stuffed the money into the pocket inside Song Jing's tattered clothes.

"Jing, you've always been quick-witted since you were little, and we've always relied on you to make decisions."

This money isn't much, but it's all we can manage, so please accept it.

Consider this our investment in you. Although we're like brothers, we'll still have to repay the interest in the end, so please don't refuse.

The two men tried to persuade him again, then quickly withdrew after handing over the money and strode away.

Song Jing understood that his two close friends just wanted to make him feel better and accept the money with a clear conscience.

The money has been raised.

Next came the choice of which martial arts school to attend. Song Jing blew the dust off his clothes, took out an old booklet—the "Tianshui County Gazetteer"—and opened the biographical section.

In the town, there are two famous martial arts schools: one is called Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, which focuses on the way of speed, and the other is called Broken Mountain Martial Arts School, which specializes in the art of killing.

Both families have a history spanning over a century and have numerous disciples, but they have taken completely different paths.

They had their share of struggles, but overall they were evenly matched and evenly matched.

Duan Yue Martial Arts School is known for its explosive power, emphasizing the use of force to overcome all techniques, and taking a relentless, life-or-death approach.

The school's signature technique is the "Broken Mountain Fist," which focuses on pure, fierce, and direct combat, emphasizing attack and killing.

The Chasing Wind Martial Arts School is known for its agility and strong survival skills. They avoid direct confrontation, excel at dodging, and can escape unscathed even if they are outmatched.

The school's signature move is the "Wind Chasing Leg Technique," which excels in prolonged battles, consumes little energy, and allows one to maneuver among multiple enemies, using skill to overcome brute force.

However, it also has disadvantages, namely, its power is limited. It cannot overcome skill with brute force, and it is difficult to inflict fatal damage when facing opponents with strong defense or equally fast speed.

Song Jing disliked fighting, but if someone offended him, he would retaliate.

After weighing the options, I decided to go to the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School to register.

A mountain breeze rustled the plaque above the door, as if in response to his choice.

In chaotic times, the most profound martial art is survival.

Learn from the past to guide the future; cherish the opportunity to be reborn.

Only by surviving can you go further.

The next morning, as dawn broke.

The training ground of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School was bustling with activity, with several red-hot iron pots steaming and the iron sand inside scalding hot.

Dozens of disciples, dressed in gray and white short-sleeved shirts, uniformly plunged their crimson hands into the hot iron sand at the instructor's command.

At this moment, a long queue had already formed outside the door, after all, learning martial arts is a lifelong endeavor.

For those at the bottom, it's no less challenging than taking the civil service exam, the civil service exam, or the postgraduate entrance exam in their previous lives.

"Guess who will pass the initial assessment this time!"

"It goes without saying that it is Zhang Wu, the son of the old patriarch of the Zhang family."

"Yes, the Zhang family controls the medicinal herb business. I've heard they have pain-relieving plasters that don't have major side effects, but they're expensive. Zhang Wutian has been known for his talent since early on and has quite a reputation."

Passersby were talking about it.

"Sixth Senior Brother is here!" someone shouted, and the crowd spontaneously parted to make way for him, showing that this person was quite powerful and of extraordinary status.

The crowd then engaged in another round of discussion.

"Is this Senior Brother Zhou Xingyun? His strength has already reached the first realm, the Skin Forging Realm. After years of immersion, he is already one of the best among them."

"His skin had been completely honed to the color of black iron, exuding a chilling aura."

There is a faint tendency for the skin to shed and be reborn as copper skin, which is the sign of entering the copper skin realm at the beginning of the Great Perfection of the Skin Forging Realm.

The explosive power of a single punch could probably instantly kill several ordinary people.

"Not only is he highly skilled, but he is also very kind and just. He has a good reputation in Xiushui Village, which is why the old master entrusted him with the important task of presiding over the trial tournament to recruit and assess people."

Song Jing had heard of him. Back then, Lin Hou'er's sister was quite pretty. She was spotted by He Dabiao on the street and almost took her for himself, even assaulting her in public.

At that moment, their clothes were already torn to shreds, and they were in dire straits.

It was Zhou Xingyun who appeared and kicked He Dabiao several meters away, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood that sprayed several meters long.

After warning him, given the power of the Black Tiger Gang, especially the strength and background of the gang leader and deputy leader, it was not advisable to kill him on the spot and provoke a fight between martial arts schools.

This is another major reason why Song Jing chose the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

Reliable, at least that's the impression it gives on the surface.

A young man dressed in indigo outfit walked slowly, his posture straight and his steps light. He was Zhou Xingyun, the sixth senior brother of Zhuifeng Martial Arts School.

He scanned everyone and shouted sternly: "The rules for becoming a disciple are as follows: only those who pass the entrance perseverance test can become disciples of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, learn the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, and become nominal disciples. Do you all understand?"

"The iron sand heated to seventy degrees Celsius is placed before you. Those who can hold their hand in it for the duration of an incense stick's burning will be considered qualified."

Song Jing gazed at the red-hot iron sand, which was emitting steam, with plumes of boiling water vapor spreading like white smoke.

Inside the pitch-black iron pot, the reddish-brown iron sand hissed, and the heat distorted the air. The boy gritted his teeth and plunged his palms into the scalding sand—the sound of flesh scorching was ear-piercing, and blue smoke rose from between his fingers.

A sudden, excruciating pain shot through his very being. He trembled violently, even began to convulse, and was drenched in sweat, yet remained silent.

His ten fingers were a bloody mess, mixed with iron filings, and the stench of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. His eyes showed no pain, only a single, unwavering conviction: the path of martial arts—who else but me could walk it?

Perhaps due to his original physique's inherent talent, Song Jing endured the pain and torment, constantly reminding himself that he must not lose, must not give up, and must join the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School to defy fate.

Wherever Song Jingyu's gaze fell, some people were still gritting their teeth and enduring, their faces showing pain, struggling to hold on.

Only one young man in traditional Chinese clothing stood out, attracting considerable attention.

When I registered, I heard that this person's name was Zhang Wu, and that he was taking elixirs with a fragrant aroma, so I assumed they must be very expensive.

However, this exam does not prohibit the use of external aids. No exam can be absolutely fair, after all, one can use external aids when fighting with others.

While it's true that there are no shortcuts in the path of martial arts, only arduous training, this applies to everyone except for Brother Fu, and this has been true throughout history.

In modern times, it means having money; in ancient times, it was called having profound cultural heritage.

As time slowly passed, many people began to drop out due to a lack of perseverance and gave up one after another.

At this moment, Song Jing kept giving himself mental suggestions to numb himself, telling himself that he must persevere and hold on, even though he had reached his physical limit.

Finally, the panel's response gave Song Jing more hope and confidence to persevere.

Song Jing took another deep breath, gritted his teeth and persevered, his veins bulging and his face showing pain.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (1/100)

[Cultivation Progress] None

Everyone went through repeated ordeals.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn was over.

After an incense stick had burned a while, Zhou Xingyun began to announce the list of qualified candidates.