Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing felt a warmth in his heart and was genuinely happy for his elder brother's happiness, saying, "That's wonderful, congratulations, elder brother."

Song Yi grinned, then changed the subject: "Speaking of which, you should hurry up and find one yourself. How's that blacksmith old Li's daughter coming along?"

Song Jing paused slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled faintly and said, "Yes... it's progressing, don't worry, brother."

Song Yi laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder: "Good! Good! Our Song family is finally going to turn things around!"

As he was speaking, he added, "By the way, Jing'er, my sister-in-law asked me to invite you home for dinner. She said... she has something to tell you."

Song Jing was taken aback: "Invite me?"

"Yes." Song Yi smiled gently. "She said you've been working hard in your training lately, so she specially made your favorite braised pork. She also said... she wants to have a good talk with you and apologize in person."

Song Jing remained silent for a moment, then looked at the rising sun in the distance and nodded gently: "Okay."

The Wang family courtyard was warmly lit.

Wang stood in front of the stove, her back hunched, her former arrogance gone. Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned around, looked at Song Jing, and her lips trembled slightly.

"Jing...Jing'er." Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible. "Sister-in-law...I was wrong. I shouldn't have looked down on you, I shouldn't have compared you to Wang Hu. I...I was so stupid."

She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face: "You didn't hold it against me, and I even had my brother treat you to a meal... I... I really... don't deserve to be your sister-in-law."

Song Jing looked at her quietly, and after a moment, said softly, "We're family, so let's not talk like strangers."

There are many paths to martial arts.

Wang Hu was also fighting for his martial arts school; I can understand that everyone has their own stance.

This time, out of respect for my elder brother and for his happiness, I will not hold a grudge against you two siblings.

But if there's a next time, I believe Wang Hu has warned you what the consequences will be.

Song Yi laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, let's eat! Your sister-in-law specially made your favorite braised pork today!"

The three sat around a table, bathed in warm lamplight.

Wang glanced at Song Jing secretly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

This child, at this moment, shines like the sun, dazzling and extraordinary.

It's like a sharp knife hidden in its sheath.

Song Jing simply lowered his head and ate, his eyes calm.

He knew that this battle was not just a victory of force.

It is also a reversal of human nature.

He doesn't need to argue, quarrel, or show off.

He just needs to become stronger.

He is so powerful that all those who looked down on him will eventually bow down.

He understood even more clearly that Wang Hu's apology was not accidental.

Each serving their own master, Wang Hu had no choice but to fight.

However, Wang Hu's visit to apologize after the battle shows that he still had martial virtue and did not become arrogant because of his temporary power.

The eldest sister-in-law's transformation was even more crucial.

She used to turn a blind eye and tacitly allow her elder brother to secretly support her, which enabled him to cultivate smoothly.

Wang Hu never abused his power or bullied others, and always treated his elder brother with respect.

On the contrary, the eldest brother may have some peculiar habits. Sometimes he seems to enjoy being managed by his sister-in-law and is willing to be a "punching bag".

But isn't this "suffering" also a way of protecting the family?

Protect his home.

He looked up and saw his elder brother and sister-in-law busy at work, and felt a warmth in his heart.

This family may be noisy, biased, or have disagreements, but ultimately, it is where he places some of his emotional attachment.

After this experience, their family will likely be more united and happier in the future, which is one of the greatest benefits of practicing martial arts.

After bidding farewell to his elder brother and sister-in-law, Song Jing returned home and devoted himself to meditation until late at night.

The next morning.

As dawn broke, the sound of orderly footsteps echoed across the training ground of the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School.

A thin mist, like gauze, enveloped the bluestone ground, and dewdrops trembled on the tips of grass blades, about to fall.

Song Jing stood on the high platform, dressed in a short blue cloth outfit. His figure was as upright as a pine tree, his back straight, like an iron spine that pierced through the heavens and the earth.

He did not make a high-profile appearance or show off his power; he simply watched quietly as more than ten new disciples practiced basic leg techniques.

The disciples looked at him with more respect than usual.

They started exchanging ideas and discussing the topic.

"That's Senior Brother Song, the number one new disciple!"

They turned the tide back then, and now they're just sparring partners for us, only charging this little bit of money. We've really hit the jackpot!

"Ever since I had Senior Brother Song as my sparring partner, my Wind Chaser skill hasn't progressed as fast as it used to. I feel like I'll be able to get the basics down in another two months."

When I was practicing leg techniques with others and trying to refine my skills, I didn't even get the basics right after six months.

I don't even know how much money my family has spent. They can only afford to support me for a few more months, and then I can't afford to go to the martial arts school anymore. Luckily, Senior Brother Song came."

"Low your center of gravity, keep your steps no more than a foot, kick out like the wind, and retract like lightning." His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, piercing through the morning mist like the echoing of a bell in a valley. "You are practicing the Wind-Chasing Leg Technique, not the brute's kicking of stakes! Where is the wind? It's not in your legs, it's in your waist and hips, it's in your breath! If your breath is not smooth, the wind will stop."

Song Jing simply focused on doing his job quietly, constantly correcting his disciples' mistakes, and cultivating the correct style and habits of martial arts practice.

One disciple's movements were stiff, his leg strikes like chopping wood with an axe, which Song Jing saw through at a glance. Song Jing stepped forward slowly, reached out and lightly tapped the disciple's waist: "If it's not loose here, the wind will break." He then turned around to demonstrate, lightly lifting his right leg and taking a step. His figure swept across three zhang like smoke, landing silently, not even disturbing the fallen leaves on the bluestone. Only a fleeting afterimage slowly disappeared in everyone's eyes.

The disciples watched in breathless awe—it wasn't speed, it was "control." It was as if he had already moved at the same speed as the wind, stepping to the rhythm of the wind, each step landing in the gaps of the air currents.

Half an hour later, everyone dispersed to practice their skills, leaving Song Jing behind alone. He took off his shirt, revealing his bronze back, his muscles like coiled iron wires, with a faint golden light flowing beneath his skin.

He slowly circulated the Golden Bell Cover, his true energy surging like mercury, rising from his dantian and flowing into his limbs and bones, his skin glowing with a faint golden light, as if coated with an invisible armor.

He then assumed a horse stance, his legs firmly planted in the ground like iron pillars, and began to practice the second move of the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique"—"Severing the Flow"—over and over again.

One step, two steps, ten steps... Each step is accompanied by a surge of blood and qi within the body, a resonance of muscles and bones, and a flow of meridians like a rushing river.

He accelerated continuously, his figure becoming a blur on the ground, but stopped abruptly at the last moment, as steady as a rock, not even a hair on his head swaying.

He knew that true pursuit of the trend was not about chasing, but about becoming the trend.

When the body moves in sync with the wind, the enemy can no longer catch his shadow.

He sat cross-legged, regulating his breathing, feeling the vital energy surging through his meridians. The path of martial arts was long, but he was no longer anxious.

Every day of refinement, every drop of sweat, pushes him to even greater heights.

All he had to do was move forward, like the ceaseless wind.

At this point, the progress of the "Bullish Realm" panel finally reached 34, which should be roughly the middle stage of the "Bullish Realm".

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Success in Skin Forging - Cowhide Realm (34/100)

[Cultivation Technique Progress]

Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success (16/100)

Golden Bell Shield - Beginner Level (9/100)

Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner (4/100)

Mid-stage of the Bullhide Realm, break through for me!!!