Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Li Ling Shuang spoke firmly and loudly.

She has been strong-willed and admires strength since childhood. Now, having just entered the Iron Skin Realm, she is bursting with confidence and is at the height of her fame.

He immediately sought out Senior Brother Zhou for a fair sparring match at the same level, but returned defeated.

As for the fourth senior brother's side and the fifth senior brother's side, they are on different sides, and there is a risk of serious injury if they are contacted.

Last time, he sparred with Lin Wan'er and narrowly lost within a hundred moves.

At this moment, however, he was itching to test his skills and felt somewhat unconvinced: "If he is really that good, I would like to have a personal exchange with him."

Third Senior Sister Lin Wan'er did not answer, but simply watched the figure practicing martial arts under the moonlight.

The wind rises, clothes flutter, leaves fall.

The man remained silent, as if all the noise and commotion in the world had nothing to do with him.

He finished his stance, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his breath rising like the tide, in sync with the night breeze.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating his calm profile, revealing neither a hint of pride nor any sharpness.

But perhaps... the real wind is never the loudest one.

Instead, it swept across the world silently.

Seeing that Li Ling Shuang's eyes flickered with a hint of fighting spirit, Lin Wan'er's heart tightened. She quickly grabbed Li Ling Shuang's sleeve and whispered, "Don't be impulsive, Ling Shuang!"

Song Jing is a man of few words and may not be willing to engage in intellectual discussions with you on ordinary days.

Moreover, although you are at the Iron Skin Realm, you are only at the initial stage.

Song Jing was able to defeat Wang Hu in three moves; he was far beyond the capabilities of ordinary forging leather. To spar rashly, what if…”

Lin Wan'er hadn't finished speaking.

"What if what?"

There's no such thing as a "what if"!

"Do you really think I'll lose, Wan'er?" Li Ling Shuang smiled, her eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "I want to test just how strong he really is."

If he is truly as you say, then he is even more worthy of a fight; if he is merely a figurehead, then it can only mean that he is nothing special, or that Wang Hu is nothing special.

Lin Wan'er smiled wryly, knowing that her junior sister was stubborn and once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her.

She shook her head gently and sighed helplessly: "You... you've always been like this since you were little, straightforward and never beating around the bush."

She pulled Li Ling Shuang towards a corner of the training ground, her steps slow, but her face was full of embarrassment.

Song Jing was meditating cross-legged when he suddenly sensed two auras approaching. He opened his eyes and saw Li Ling Shuang standing in front of him, dressed in white like snow, with clear and cold eyes and a hint of fighting spirit; Lin Wan'er stood to the side with a bitter smile on her face, as if she was pleading for him.

"Junior Brother Song," Lin Wan'er forced a smile, "Junior Sister Ling Shuang is straightforward and doesn't mince words. Please bear with her."

Song Jing was stunned, his mind going blank for a moment: Why did this woman suddenly contact me? What does she want?

He kept staring at me with those eyes, like he wanted to devour me! Could it be that he's had a change of heart... and fallen for me?

He subconsciously touched his face, thinking to himself that he hadn't given her any signals that she had a chance!

I rejected her outright to her face last time too!

What a troublesome woman!

As he was lost in thought, Li Ling Shuang spoke up: "Song Jing, I heard about your affairs from Wan'er, so I came here today to discuss them."

Song Jing's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "Thank goodness it's not a blind date."

Luckily, they weren't here to mess with me, or I'd be in real trouble. Thank goodness they were here to fight.

He wanted to refuse—there were still three sets of Wind Steps to practice today, and the Golden Bell Shield was needed to temper his spine; how could he have time to play house with you?

He was about to speak: "But..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Wan'er instantly understood his meaning and quickly replied, "Junior brother, are you afraid of losing face as a newcomer?"

It's alright. Junior Sister Ling Shuang has already reached the Iron Skin Realm. If you lose to her, it's only natural, and no one will laugh at you.

Besides, this should be a great opportunity for you to hone your skills—this should be your first time fighting against the Iron-Skinned Realm, right?

If you can perceive the flow of the opponent's energy and the circulation of their qi and blood, it will greatly benefit your breakthrough and comprehension of the Skin Forging Realm.

Song Jing glanced at her speechlessly.

You two have been babbling on and on, but I've already fought Ironhide Mirror.

Zhou Xingyun, the sixth senior brother, was in the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm. He suppressed his realm to spar with Zhou Xingyun, and with a single leg technique called "Severing Flow," Zhou Xingyun forced Zhou Xingyun to retreat seven steps and almost kneel down.

Although he lost that battle, he gained a vague and general understanding of the Iron Skin Realm.

Seeing his continued hesitation, Li Ling Shuang frowned and said coldly, "What? Scared?"

Song Jing: "..."

Before he could speak, Li Ling Shuang added, "How about this—we'll spar in the back mountain tonight, without disturbing anyone, and no one will know who wins or loses, how about that?"

Song Jing shook his head, about to refuse, but Li Ling Shuang threw out another sentence: "I have two bottles of premium skin-tempering ointment here, top-quality goods. If you win, you can have both bottles; if you lose, I'll give you one bottle. I'll consider you courageous."

Even if they didn't achieve great things, they still put in a lot of effort.

Song Jing's face immediately darkened: "You mean... if you can't beat them, you give them a gift?"

But the next second, his eyes flickered slightly.

Premium skin-tempering cream? Top-grade? Two bottles?

He is currently at a critical juncture in his cultivation, and his body's surface temperature is being increased daily as the process accelerates, but so does the energy expenditure.

The previous skin-strengthening cream was almost used up, so now is a good opportunity to replenish it.

A bottle costs ten taels of silver at the market, so two bottles would cost thirty taels—enough for his training salary for two months.

This deal seems quite worthwhile.

Besides, there haven't been any opportunities to rob recently, and it's not safe enough. I can't exactly rob the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters, can I? That's like lighting a light in a toilet—it's suicide.

This woman may be crazy, but... she's rich and spends lavishly.

His mind raced with thoughts:

If that's the case, why not take this opportunity to prove your strength after breaking through the Bull Skin Realm?

Why not try it out and make money at the same time?

Last time, it was a strongman like Senior Brother Zhou. He had rich combat experience, and even if he suppressed his strength at the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm, he was far superior to ordinary Iron Skin Realm warriors.

At that time, I was only at the early stage of the Bull Skin Realm, not even a match for him, even after I activated the Golden Bell Shield technique.

This is indeed an excellent opportunity.

A slight smile played on his lips, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes, as if he could see the silver beckoning to him.

Furthermore, given that my senior sister sincerely offered money, how could I possibly let her go?

He slowly stood up, patted his robes, and smiled, "Since Senior Sister has sincerely invited me, how can Junior Brother refuse?"

Then let's meet tonight at 5 PM at the martial arts training ground at the foot of the back mountain.

Li Ling Shuang was taken aback, then sneered: "Fine, Junior Brother has guts."

Lin Wan'er sighed, thinking that these two, one stubborn and the other shrewd, were bound to cause trouble when they got together.

Time always flies when you're practicing; before you know it, night has fallen.

The moon hung high in the sky, but several lanterns lit up the drill ground.

Lin Wan'er was, after all, on the side of her second senior brother, so she secretly informed him, Zhuo Bufan.

Upon hearing this, the second senior brother immediately became interested: "Song Jing? That guy who's always focused on practicing his skills? He actually managed to get Li Ling Shuang to personally challenge him?"

He immediately called upon his sixth senior brother, Zhou Xingyun—Zhou Xingyun was also present when Wang Hu was defeated that day and had personally witnessed Song Jing's attack.

So the four of them came together:

The second senior brother stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes piercing.

Zhou Xingyun crossed his arms and smiled, his eyes full of amusement;

Lin Wan'er stood aside, feeling both expectant and worried;

Li Ling Shuang had already taken off her outer robe, revealing her tight-fitting training clothes, her fighting spirit as sharp as a knife.

Song Jing stood in the center of the room, looking at everyone, but felt no tension whatsoever.

He gently moved his shoulders and neck, and his blood and qi flowed slowly through his body, causing his skin to glow with a faint golden light.

Tonight, the situation is destined to change dramatically.

The wind is silent when still, but it can tear the sky apart when it moves.