Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Wang Hu stood at the door, soaked to the bone, his eyes calm.

"Sister, they're right. I did lose to Senior Brother Song."

Wang froze, her smile instantly freezing as if solidified by frost.

She was holding a steaming bowl of braised pork, glistening with oil and emitting a wonderful aroma—it was the grand finale she had specially prepared for this show-off.

She wanted everyone to know that the Wang family had produced a young hero, while the Song family's son was, in comparison, a "good-for-nothing," not even worthy of carrying her shoes.

But in that instant, the bowl slipped from her hand.

"Clang—!"

A sharp, piercing sound shattered the noise in the room.

The large celadon bowl smashed onto the bluestone ground, shattering into several pieces. Scalding chunks of meat and thick oil splattered everywhere, and a few drops of hot oil even splashed onto her cheeks, but she was completely unaware.

Her hand was still frozen in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if the warmth of the bowl still lingered.

Her face turned from red to white, then from white to green. Her lips trembled, and her eyes were vacant, as if she had been slapped in the face in public and pushed onto a high platform for public humiliation.

The compliments from her relatives just moments before now sounded completely different—"Wang Hu is truly remarkable," "The Wang family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke"... Every single one of these phrases felt like a slap in the face.

"You...what did you say?" Her voice trembled, almost incoherent. "You lost? You lost to...Song Jing? That Song Jing who spends all day practicing his skills in silence and never speaks a word?"

"Yes." Wang Hu lowered his head, his tone heavy. "And it wasn't a narrow victory, it was a complete defeat."

Within three moves, I couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

If he had murderous intent, I wouldn't have returned standing.

That kick was so fast I couldn't even see it. I only felt a jolt in my chest before I was sent flying... If he hadn't pulled back, I wouldn't be unharmed now. If he intended to take revenge, he would have crippled me even if he didn't die.

The room was completely silent.

Wang staggered back a step, bumping into the edge of the stove. She managed to stay upright by grabbing the cold brick wall.

The image of her own face from just a few days ago flashed before her eyes—

He boasted loudly at the alley entrance, "My Wang Hu single-handedly swept through the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School!"

He would tell everyone he met, "Song Jing? A complete waste! Practicing martial arts? He'd be better off fetching water and chopping wood!"

She once sneered in front of Song Yi, "Even if your brother trains for ten more years, he still won't be able to catch up to me, Wang Hu, in a year!"

She once sneered at Song Jing: "Practicing martial arts? Isn't that a waste of money? You think you're worthy?"

But now...

The "trash" she trampled underfoot was actually her proud younger brother, someone she wasn't even worthy of kneeling and looking up to.

A burning shame exploded from the bottom of her heart, making her internal organs convulse.

She wanted to deny it, to yell, to say "You're lying to me," but Wang Hu's eyes told her—it was true.

Moreover, she herself put this disgrace on a high platform, proclaiming it to the whole village, letting everyone hear her arrogance and ignorance.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the shattered porcelain shards on the ground, the oil stains spreading like her collapsing world.

She knew she would have to pay the price for her arrogance.

She finally understood why Song Jing never argued or refuted.

Because he doesn't need it at all.

He only needs to become stronger, strong enough that all her pride will become a joke.

His mere existence was enough to render all her words a pathetic clamor.

Tears fell silently, mingling with oil stains and dripping onto the shoes.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She wanted to apologize, but she knew—

She no longer had the right, nor the face to face Song Jing.

Just then, Wang Hu looked up, his gaze sharp, his voice low but firm: "You must never be rude to Senior Brother Song again! If it weren't for your brother-in-law's sake, you would probably have been taught a lesson by now. Otherwise... if he really gets angry, you might lose your life!"

Wang was struck as if by a heavy blow; her whole body trembled, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She remembered how she had publicly humiliated Song Yi, how she had boasted so much, and how she had embarrassed Song Jing…

But Song Jing didn't take her seriously at all.

If he wanted revenge, Wang Hu could crush her entire family with just one word.

Wang's legs suddenly gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, her lips trembling, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, she slowly stood up, walked to Song Yi, and said in a trembling voice, "Husband... I... I was wrong. From now on, whatever you say goes. I will never use my brother's reputation to hurt you again... I... I was so stupid."

Song Yi looked at her, his eyes filled with relief, not blame. He gently took her hand, patted her shoulder, and pulled her into his arms: "We've known each other for years, and we know each other inside and out. Although you're sharp-tongued, you've never really stopped me from helping my brother. You... are just too strong-willed."

He said softly, "Don't worry, I'll talk to my brother. He's not an unreasonable person; he'll definitely forgive you."

The next morning, in the courtyard of the new house.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, Song Jing sat cross-legged in the courtyard, his breathing deep and even, his blood and qi flowing like a river. He had just finished a round of body tempering, and his skin glowed with a faint golden light, as if coated with an invisible armor.

Light footsteps could be heard outside the door.

Song Yi arrived, a long-lost smile on his face. He carried a pot of wine and several pounds of meat, and his steps were as light as if he were ten years younger.

He saw Song Jing, waved, and smiled, "Jing'er, practicing your martial arts?"

He walked into the courtyard, put down the wine and meat, plopped down, and recounted the events of the previous night with great enthusiasm—Wang Hu publicly admitted his mistake, Wang Shi smashed the bowl and broke down, how he comforted her, and how Wang Hu solemnly warned his sister-in-law to respect Song Jing…

"You agreed?" Song Yi's eyes lit up. "Your sister-in-law has been so worried these past few days that she couldn't sleep, afraid you'd hold a grudge against her. Now that you've said that, she'll definitely be able to sleep peacefully tonight, and our family... can finally be truly harmonious and happy!"

Life is finally getting better! The future is full of hope.

Song Jing simply smiled faintly: "It's a small matter, nothing more than a helping hand. She provided me with food and lodging, and my elder brother protected me well; I will remember that."

Song Yi was so excited he almost jumped up, his eyes slightly red: "Good brother! I knew you weren't the kind of person to hold grudges!"

He suddenly lowered his voice, a mixture of shyness and joy on his face: "There's one more thing... your sister-in-law, she... she's finally come to her senses."

Song Jing was taken aback.

Do you still remember our nephew who died young?

That day, since I was in charge of taking care of the child, she went out to knit.

Because I failed to take good care of him in time, he accidentally fell into the pond at home and drowned.

I have always felt guilty about this matter, and I have always yielded to her in important family matters.

She has always had a grudge against me and has a lot of opinions about me, so she doesn't want to have any more children.

But after last night, she put meat on my plate several times during dinner, and in the middle of the night... she actually took the initiative to get close to me and said she wanted to have another child." Song Yi's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes gleamed. "Ah Jing, you're going to have a nephew or niece."