Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The former owner of the museum, Lin Xuanyue, emerged from seclusion.

All the disciples bowed and said, "Welcome, Master!"

The old master waved his hand, his gaze sweeping across the training ground before finally settling on Song Jing.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he himself stepped down from the high platform, proclaiming in a loud voice:

"Song Jing, step forward."

Song Jing bowed respectfully.

The old curator stared at him for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Good! What a fine Song Jing!"

You're great!

Niu Pijing defeated Wang Hu with such momentum, bringing honor to our Zhuifeng Martial Arts School.

What a magnificent initial formation of the "Golden Bell Shield"! Even more remarkable is its unwavering spirit in victory, its resilience in the face of injury, its adherence to martial virtue, its protection of fellow disciples, and its understanding of the bigger picture!

He took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, inside which was a crimson pill. The fragrance of the pill filled the air, causing everyone to gasp for breath.

"This is the Shedding Skin Pill, which can help you cleanse your marrow and shed your mortal form, allowing you to break through to the Iron Skin Realm and the Bronze Skin Realm!"

"Today, I bestow this upon you in public! To acknowledge your merit and to encourage future generations!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The Peeling Pill starts at one hundred taels of silver on the market, and an ordinary disciple might not be able to buy one even with five years' salary!

The old master was so generous as to give it away directly?

Song Jing accepted the gift with both hands and solemnly kowtowed, saying, "This disciple will certainly live up to the Master's high expectations!"

Many ordinary disciples went from initially looking down on Song Jing to genuinely admiring him after he vindicated the martial arts school and established its reputation.

From heartfelt respect to now seeing Song Jing receive praise and reward from the curator, the envy in his eyes is self-evident.

"My God... that's a molting pill! My dad couldn't afford it even after fishing for ten years!"

"Senior Brother Song has only been a disciple for less than half a year, yet he has already received a personal blessing from the headmaster... Is he about to become a core disciple?"

Some had burning eyes, while others clenched their fists in secret—Song Jing became a "possibility" in their eyes, a goal they strived to achieve.

At this moment, Liu Jiankun was consumed by jealousy, his heart burning with rage.

He stood at the edge of the crowd, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.

"If this pill were mine... I would have already reached the Iron Skin Realm! Why would I need to worry about Zhang Wu's feelings?"

Song Jing was just lucky to have picked up a manual for external martial arts training... Why?!

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Sun Li, however, was overwhelmed by fear and on the verge of collapse.

He was trembling all over, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"He's growing too fast... Yesterday he was just a sparring partner, and today he's being personally appointed by the gym owner!"

If he finds out that it was my idea to persecute Lin Xiaochun.

If he knew that He Dabiao had ambushed him, it was I who led him there.

"Then I'm definitely dead!"

He almost wanted to escape Xiushui immediately, but escaping would surely mean certain death. Staying at the martial arts school, he dared not make a direct move for the sake of his reputation and due to the rules.

Senior Brother Li Wei appears calm on the surface, but is actually quite wary inside.

He stood on the high platform, hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed.

"This child's talent may indeed surpass Zhang Wu's; he comprehended the external martial arts technique in three months."

Zhuo Bufan is incredibly lucky, he picked up a treasure. Li Wei snorted coldly, "Hmph, this time I lost face in front of my master, while Zhuo Bufan got a great deal of luck and saved face."

But a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Unfortunately, they are nothing but ants in the Bullseye Realm. If I were to make a move, I could wipe them out with a wave of my hand."

However… the old master values ​​the martial arts school’s cohesion, and if I suppress the new talent now, I might lose my position as heir.”

He had already made up his mind: wait a little longer, and I will crush this new star with my own hands.

Zhuo Bufan's expression shifted from shock to undisguised elation, his eyes widening in disbelief:

"He actually mastered the Golden Bell Cover technique?! And he uses it with such skill—blocking, deflecting force, and counterattacking—without any awkwardness!"

This boy's comprehension is probably even better than that of Zhao Lie, the "Mad Tiger" senior brother of Duan Yue!

A huge weight was lifted off his shoulders—he had made the right bet on Song Jing!

Third Senior Sister Lin Wan'er's state of mind has quietly changed.

She stood under the eaves, gazing at Song Jing's tall and straight back, her thoughts churning.

"When I first met him, I thought he was just an ordinary person, quiet and reserved. I even felt that Ling Shuang was being unfair to him if she even glanced at him."

But now… he has turned the tide, upheld the dignity of the academy, and even the old academy master has personally bestowed upon him a pill.

She gently bit her lip, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes:

"In the past, he could never have been worthy of Ling Shuang."

Perhaps at this moment, he has a slight chance of being worthy of Ling Shuang.

Not because of his status, but because—he stood high enough, was strong enough, and displayed top-tier talent.

Zhou Xingyun, on the other hand, had a sincere expression, showing pride in him, as both a teacher and a friend.

He strode forward and patted Song Jing heavily on the shoulder, his eyes filled with satisfaction:

"Junior brother, well done!"

"Senior brother, I'm also benefiting from your kindness today—the old abbot is looking at me with much more respect than before!"

He lowered his voice, a smile playing on his lips: "I'm genuinely proud of you, truly."

This is the only person in the entire museum who is genuinely happy for him and has no ulterior motives.

It was getting late, and a light drizzle had begun to fall.

Zhuo Bufan also stepped forward and said to the people from Duan Yue Martial Arts School, "Please, everyone, you can't take away the martial arts recommendation slots now."

The members of Duan Yue Martial Arts School were speechless and could only stubbornly argue, "Your victory today was nothing but an unfair one. You relied entirely on a series of attacks. What real strength do you have?"

Wang Shilong looked at everyone and said, "We'll come back in a few days. Don't say Zhang Wu didn't come then."

Xiao Miechen stared intently at Zhou Xingyun, as if he wanted to rush over and beat him up. "Especially you, Zhou Xingyun, if you lose to me, your spot must be given to me."

After all, good things have always belonged to the capable.

The neighborhood chief will personally speak and sign at that time, and we will all witness it.

The group stormed off, intending to humiliate each other, but their efforts were in vain.

However, the members of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School were somewhat troubled.

Because they will come again, and the strongest, Wang Shilong and Xiao Miechen, have not yet made a move, so it is unknown who will be able to withstand them.

Meanwhile, half a day later, at the dock a hundred miles away.

Zhang Wu was checking the accounts for medicinal herbs with the Black Tiger Gang's accountant when suddenly a fast horse galloped up.

"Young master! Urgent message!"

He opened it and his face instantly turned ashen.

"Song Jing was publicly bestowed with the Peeling Pill, and the old master praised him for 'upholding martial virtue and protecting his fellow disciples,' winning the hearts of the entire academy!"

Xiao Miechen challenged Zhou Xingyun to a duel, wagering a spot in the martial arts exam on the village chief's testimony.

"Bang!"

He smashed the wooden box beside him with a single blow, sending medicinal herbs flying.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" he growled. "Can't even control a mere bullskin armor?!"

He paced back and forth, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

If only those people from Duan Yue Martial Arts School could cripple Song Jing.

When he first saw the letter from Duan Yue Martial Arts School challenging them, he felt a surge of joy upon reading that Song Jing would be fighting.

Although the Duan Yue Martial Arts School's attacks are ruthless and won't kill, they will at least seriously injure someone.

If this kid dares to go on stage rashly, he'll definitely be in deep trouble.

Unexpectedly, while I was away, Song Jing had become a "hero," personally bestowed by the old master and supported by the entire academy—to touch him would be tantamount to challenging the old master's authority!

This kid is standing firmer now, making him even harder to attack.

He stopped abruptly and sneered, "Since we can't do anything about it openly... then we'll destroy it from the root!"

It's time to use the Black Tiger Gang's power to make a move.