Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 31 The Wind and Thunder Leg Technique is Complete

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and a strong wind was howling across the drill ground.

A more powerful aura suddenly erupted! His bones throbbed like bronze, and his skin turned an iron color—the true power of the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm was fully unleashed!

This is a shameless tactic of his, and he shouldn't have used it at this moment.

But if he were to lose to his junior brother, and word got out, all the prestige he had built up at the martial arts school over the years would be lost!

Zhou Xingyun swept out with his leg, the air exploded, and it felt like a knife cutting into a face!

Although Song Jing was protected by the Golden Bell Shield, he was still shaken back three or four steps, his feet carving deep grooves in the bluestone before he could finally stand firm.

"...I lost." Song Jing gasped for breath. Fortunately, he had the Golden Bell Shield's defensive power, otherwise he would have been kicked away and injured, spitting blood.

But Zhou Xingyun showed no joy of victory.

He withdrew his strength, quickly stepped forward to help Song Jing up, and said in a low voice, "If I hadn't forcibly activated the power of the Iron Skin Realm, I would have lost today...

He stared at Song Jing, his eyes filled with shock: "You practice the Golden Bell Shield? That's a martial art that even the old master said is extremely difficult to learn, and it takes half a year to even grasp the basics! How long have you been a martial artist? Less than a month! You've only been officially a member of the school for four months!"

Song Jing smiled and said calmly, "I was lucky. I accidentally obtained a fragment of the scroll before, but I actually practiced it for a long time."

"A coincidence?" Zhou Xingyun shook his head with a wry smile. "Many martial artists have toiled for half a year without ever getting anywhere, but you? Not only did you master the 'Chasing Wind Leg Technique,' but you also mastered the 'Golden Bell Cover,' a high-level external martial arts technique, in just a few months! Your comprehension, temperament, and foundation are all extraordinary!"

It seems that the theory of innate talent is not always entirely accurate; the ancients were right.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said seriously, "To be honest, if we were both in the same level of skill, I... really couldn't beat you right now."

He paused, his gaze complex: "Even Zhang Wu—at your age, is far less composed, ruthless, and grounded than you."

He relied on pills to advance his cultivation level. He was powerful in the early stages, but as he progressed, his resistance to the pills increased, the cost became higher, and his path narrowed.

But you relied on genuine hard work and insightful understanding; the difference in skill is immediately apparent.

He patted Song Jing on the shoulder, his eyes filled with both disappointment and relief: "The county martial arts examination is in a few months. At your pace, you'll definitely reach the Iron Skin Realm! Then... after a few more years of honing your skills, you'll have a real chance of becoming the top scholar in Xiushui! Maybe you can even break into the top ten!"

"When the time comes, we'll fight side by side, and who knows, we might even create a legendary tale of brotherhood."

A mountain breeze swept by as the two stood side by side.

Zhou Xingyun gazed into the distance and murmured to himself, "Master is right... Some people are born to live for the martial arts."

Song Jing simply lowered his head to regulate his breathing, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

He knew that Senior Brother Zhou was using the power of the Iron Skin Realm today to save face.

At the level of the Bullhide Realm, it appears that he lost, but in reality, it was Senior Brother Zhou who lost.

Because of the unspoken rules among adults, he didn't point it out.

The real battlefield is never on the drill ground.

Some people may still have their cards up their sleeves.

His goal was the martial arts arena, which attracted thousands of people.

"Junior brother," Zhou Xingyun suddenly laughed, "even your senior brother has his pride. Come on, I'll treat you to dinner today at Li's Restaurant."

Song Jing was taken aback.

"I have to treat you to this meal," Zhou Xingyun said firmly. "After all, I believe you can go further than me in the future. This battle shattered my previous understanding. We've sparred for so long, we can't leave hungry."

Song Jing watched his senior brother's retreating figure, and after a moment, he smiled as well: "Okay."

The two walked side by side, their silhouettes blending into the morning light.

One was once the pride of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, and the other is quietly becoming a new legend.

Soon after, at Li's Restaurant, the two chatted happily, reminiscing about many interesting things from the past.

During the meal, a disciple came and whispered something in Zhou Xingyun's ear, and Zhou Xingyun's face suddenly became somewhat sullen.

Song Jing asked, "Senior brother, what happened? Is it convenient for you to tell me?"

Zhou Xingyun composed himself and calmly replied, "There's nothing inconvenient about saying this. It's just that Duan Yue Martial Arts School is coming to challenge us in a couple of days."

Song Jing asked in confusion, "How strong are the people from their side who came to challenge us?"

Zhou Xingyun sighed and said, "Their sixth senior brother, Xiao Miechen, is leading the team. He is very strong and wants to take away the recommendation quota for me to participate in the martial arts exam."

Because Duan Yue Martial Arts School only has three spots for martial arts training, and he ranks fourth in strength there, he has been eyeing my spot for a long time.

Moreover, I have sparred with him many times, and he has won more often than he has lost.

To be honest, I'm not very confident I can beat him, and I'm afraid of embarrassing the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

Song Jing gently patted Senior Brother Zhou's shoulder and comforted him, "It's alright, we'll deal with whatever comes our way, no need to worry."

What must be faced will eventually be faced, and what is meant to be gained will eventually be gained.

Besides, even if he wins this time, it doesn't necessarily mean he can maintain his lead in the future.

Song Jing emphasized, "Senior brother, you must remember this."

"The flowing water doesn't compete to be first; it competes to flow endlessly."

The ghost market opened the following day.

In the early hours of the morning, before dawn, Guiya'ao had already quietly awakened.

Disguised and wearing a black veil, Song Jing, carrying two hundred taels of silver notes, stepped into the most secretive underground black market in Xiushui Town.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with swordsmen, drug dealers, and information brokers moving about, and the air thick with the stench of blood and money.

He stopped in front of the stall that had the sign "Ancient Books Shop" on it, the same one he had seen before.

The stall owner squinted: "It's you again?"

Song Jing nodded: "I've come to buy the incomplete scroll of the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique."

"One hundred and fifty-two taels to buy the incomplete scroll," he emphasized calmly.

The stall owner sneered, "This is already a fire sale price. Don't you know the market? This technique is available elsewhere; business has been booming these past few days, with many people scrambling to get their hands on it!"

Song Jing remained silent, only saying calmly, "Besides me, who would buy your cultivation technique? The scroll is incomplete and there's no further information. Who would dare to practice it? One wrong step and all your meridians will be severed."

The stall owner was speechless.

At this moment, Song Jing quietly appeared, whispered a few words to the stall owner, and then glanced at the stall owner: "One hundred and fifty taels, one price, or leave."

The stall owner gritted his teeth: "One hundred and eighty taels, that's the lowest I can go! Any less, and I won't sell!"

"Deal." Song Jing was overjoyed upon hearing this, his face beaming with smiles.

Just by frying him a little, he managed to get a discount of twenty taels. Frugality is always the right thing to do, so he handed over the silver notes directly.

The transaction was completed quickly and efficiently.

He turned and disappeared into the crowd, clutching the yellowed, tattered scroll tightly in his hand, his palm burning.

Finally... I got it!

After receiving the money, the stall owner happily boasted everywhere: "Finally out of trouble! Heaven has eyes! What a kind soul!"

Those around him laughed at Song Jing after seeing this.

"Where did this idiot come from? He doesn't know his place, he's just a fool with too much money."

"Congratulations, boss! Congratulations on making 180 taels!"

The stall owner was also bewildered and asked in confusion, "How can I make a profit?"

"If you sell it, you've made a profit, right? Otherwise, are you just going to take it home and use it as a table leg?"

The crowd burst into laughter: "That makes sense! That makes sense! That's absolutely right!"

"Would a fool really dare to buy this martial arts manual? Wouldn't they lose a fortune?" At this moment, a disciple of Duan Yue Martial Arts School who was passing by chimed in.

Song Jing ignored him and simply returned the way he came.

On the way, he opened the incomplete scroll to read. Although this incomplete scroll only contained the first three techniques, it was only enough to cultivate to the point of mastery.

Moreover, the final move, the most powerful of which is missing in its lower volume, is still incredibly powerful and ranks among the top martial arts techniques in the martial arts world.

Before dawn, the mountain was shrouded in mist.

Song Jing was shirtless, sweat dripping down his back and onto the bluestone slab, leaving dark stains.

He stood in the courtyard with his legs slightly apart and his feet firmly planted on the ground, like tree roots rooted in the soil.

Holding the first volume of "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique" in his hand, he traced the words with his fingertips, engraving each word into his mind.

First move: Stepping in the Wind.

"Those who tread the wind walk as lightly as smoke and move as swiftly as the wind, stirring up dust beneath their feet without disturbing the falling leaves."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his blood flow to his legs.

With a single step, his figure swept across three zhang like the wind, landing as lightly as a cat, without startling a single falling leaf.

The first time, he stumbled and fell.

Too fast, I can't control it.

He got up and walked again.

Twice, three times, my legs felt like lead, and my ankles were burning.

On the tenth attempt, he finally landed steadily on the top of the wall, his breathing calm and his eyes clear.

"It's done."

The "Wind Step" is not about speed, but about "control".

He can now stop abruptly while speeding, change direction in mid-air, and circle behind the enemy before they can react.

Second move: Thunder Kick.

"Thunderbolts strike with legs like cannons, their power rising from the ground, their energy flowing to the soles of their feet, creating a thunderous explosion that can shatter even bluestone."

He braced himself, raised his leg, gathered his strength, and unleashed a powerful strike—

"boom!"

Only white marks remain on the bluestone.

He remained silent, using his Golden Bell Shield technique to strengthen his muscles and bones, applying body-tempering ointment, scraping away dead skin, and stimulating his blood circulation.

That afternoon, cracks spread across the bluestone.

Song Jing continued to improve, and with one step, he broke three feet of stone!

"Power, not brute force, but 'explosive'."

Now, with a single kick, he can shatter wooden stakes and break iron stakes. If it hits a vital spot, the ribs will break and the internal organs will be shaken.

Third move: Wind and Thunder Combined Attack.

"Wind is known for its speed, and thunder for its power. First, use the wind to close the distance, then unleash explosive force accompanied by a thunderous roar to strike. This double attack is unbreakable."

He mastered the rhythm easily after three tries.

The wind was too fast, and the thunder couldn't keep up; the thunder was too heavy, and the wind was slowed down.

The rhythm is off, and the power is greatly reduced.

He sat quietly for a while, watching the wind sway the shadows of the trees, and then he moved.

With a swift movement, he darted to the wooden stake;

Almost simultaneously, his right leg shot out like a cannonball—

"boom!!!"

The wooden stakes exploded, debris flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky!

He stood still, his legs still, his eyes like knives.

"It's done."

A sudden, clear flash on the panel caught Song Jing's attention.

[Person] Song Jing