Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

I have always practiced the four moves separately, striving for the ultimate in each move, but I have never been able to truly connect them. I never thought that they were originally four stages of a single wind.

He closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, his mind churning like a surging tide.

"Severing the flow" is not the starting move, but rather "still wind";

"Treading the Swallow" doesn't mean fast legs, but rather "drawing the wind";

"Fleeting Shadow" is not about dodging, but about "riding the wind";

"The startled swan" is not the final move, but "transformation into wind"!

The wind never stopped.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light.

"Master...this disciple understands!"

He took another step, but no longer rushed to make a move.

Instead, gently regulate your breathing, allowing your breath and heartbeat to synchronize with the morning breeze.

A moment later, he slightly raised his right leg and slowly unleashed a "Flow Interruption" strike—

It carries no strong wind and seeks no power.

Where his leg passed, the wind seemed to pause, and the fallen leaves hung suspended in mid-air for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he lightly touched the ground with his left foot, and his body darted out like a swallow, "Treading the Swallow"!

It was not fast, but rather like a gentle breeze rippling through the water, naturally continuing the momentum from before.

In the third move, "Shadow Strike," he no longer charged forward at high speed, but instead moved with the momentum of the wind, his figure following like a shadow, creating afterimages one after another, yet without the slightest hesitation.

The final move, "Stunning Glimpse"!

He leaped into the air, his right leg sweeping down with a thunderous crash—

"boom!"

A strong wind whipped up like a dragon, sending stones flying and deepening the cracks in the ground. But this time, the cracks stretched straight across three zhang (approximately 10 meters) like a long, straight line!

A hint of approval flashed in the old curator's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

Song Jing finished his stance, his breathing became steady, but his forehead was covered in cold sweat, though his eyes shone like stars.

He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. Only now do I understand what it means to chase the wind."

The old curator sighed softly, "It's truly remarkable that you've come to this point."

He turned and left, leaving behind a single sentence that drifted away on the wind:

"Remember, the wind moves with people, and people are the main focus."

Song Jing stood there, watching the old curator's back, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.

He knew that with this enlightenment today, his progress in techniques and realm would surely advance by leaps and bounds.

Following the old master's instructions, Song Jing only began to refine his realm and cultivation technique, and suddenly discovered that his cultivation technique's proficiency was rapidly increasing every two points.

In just three days, I increased my proficiency by six points. The same was true for the Chasing Wind Leg Technique and the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, but it also cost me a lot of money very quickly.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Success in Skin Forging - Cowhide Realm (44/100)

[Cultivation Technique Progress]

Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success (26/100)

Golden Bell Shield - Beginner Level (18/100)

Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner (15/100)

Meanwhile, inside the Duan Yue Martial Arts School, the inner chambers were deep and secluded.

The flickering candlelight illuminated a huge painting of a fierce tiger on the wall, its sharp brushstrokes cleaving through the mountains, exuding a menacing aura.

Guo Wenzhou sat upright in the main seat, dressed in a black robe, with a cold and stern face, and there seemed to be a knife scar between his brows. He was the legendary figure who swept through Xiushui with the Broken Mountain Fist.

Deputy Master Li Qianya stood with his hands at his sides, his expression grim: "Master, the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School... is unwilling to bow down."

Guo Wenzhou took a sip of tea and said calmly, "As expected."

"That old fox Lin Xuanyue has backbone; he definitely won't bow down and admit defeat."

He put down his teacup, his eyes flashing slightly: "But you said they have a disciple named Song Jing who defeated Wang Hu in three moves?"

Li Qianya nodded: "Yes. He is at the Forging Skin Realm, yet he has the strength to fight against Iron Skin."

Even more terrifying is that he has mastered the basics of external martial arts, achieving the Golden Bell Shield technique, which gives his skin a golden hue, making him impervious to blade strikes.

Guo Wenzhou frowned slightly.

In recent years, Zhuifeng Martial Arts Academy has declined, with a dwindling student population. There are very few disciples at the Bull Skin Realm, and only a few old disciples at the Iron Skin and Bronze Skin Realms.

Duan Yue Martial Arts School has 50% more students across all skill levels than Zhui Feng Martial Arts School, making its overall strength far superior.

But then, Song Jing appeared.

"If a hard approach doesn't work, we'll try a softer one." Guo Wenzhou slowly rose, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. "Any movement from the Xiao family?"

Before the words were finished, a voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Tiancheng, the younger brother of the Xiao family patriarch, requests an audience with the Master."

"please."

The door opened, and Xiao Tiancheng entered slowly, dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt. His face was round, but his eyes were as shrewd as an eagle's. He cupped his hands and smiled, "Master Guo, I've long admired you."

Guo Wenzhou nodded calmly: "Manager Xiao, what brings you here?"

Xiao Tiancheng didn't mince words and said directly, "My nephew Xiao Miechen is determined to participate in the martial arts competition, but the competition for the quota is deadlocked between your institution and Zhuifeng."

I wonder... is there any chance this matter can be turned around?

Guo Wenzhou sighed softly: "It's an established rule, and even as the owner, I can't force anyone to change it."

Xiao Tiancheng smiled, instantly understanding: "Master Guo, just name your price. How much silver would it cost to secure this spot?"

Guo Wenzhou looked at him and said slowly, "This is no ordinary business."

The Martial Arts Grand Competition is the only opportunity to enter the prestigious Pingtian Sect; it's a path to the top, priceless.

He paused, his voice low: "My two eldest disciples will never give up; Zhui Feng and his two disciples will also never back down, even though they have the support of their families for this last chance."

Only Zhou Xingyun, born into poverty and without support, might... be worth discussing with.

Xiao Tiancheng's eyes lit up: "Then... how much do you want?"

"Two thousand taels." Guo Wenzhou held up two fingers, his tone calm. "The Duan Yue Martial Arts School is acting as guarantor to ensure his nephew gets a spot."

Xiao Tiancheng gasped.

Two thousand taels is equivalent to more than a year's income for a martial arts school!

But he hesitated only for a moment before gritting his teeth and deciding to cut his losses, replying, "Fine! As long as it works out, the Wang family will cover the cost!"

Guo Wenzhou nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He had already planned it all out.

Zhui Feng's side would give a maximum of 1,200 taels; he quoted 2,000, and the 800 taels in between was his profit.

Li Qianya, on the other hand, could authorize a maximum of 1,200 taels.

"Li Qianya," he turned and said, "You go and negotiate. At most, 1,200 taels will suffice to get this done."

A hint of joy flashed in Li Qianya's eyes. He only needed to take out nine hundred taels of silver. He bowed and accepted the order.

Soon after, at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, in the side hall of the training ground.

Li Qianya sat at the head of the table with a smile, picked up his teacup, and said, "Master Lin, I've come today for a 'good thing'."

Lin Xuanyue looked at him coldly: "Speak."

"Duan Yue Martial Arts School is willing to offer five hundred taels to buy Senior Brother Zhou's martial arts recommendation spot," Li Qianya said casually.

"Trying to fob off a beggar?" Zhou Xingyun sneered. "Five hundred taels? Are you trying to humiliate the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School?"

Li Qianya smiled: "Add another two hundred taels, seven hundred taels in total, how about that?"

Lin Xuanyue stood up, flicking his sleeves: "Daydreaming! Stop fantasizing!"

Seeing that the time was right, Li Qianya lowered his voice and said, "Nine hundred taels, the highest bid from Duan Yue Martial Arts School."

If you agree, then this matter will be settled.

If you don't agree... then we'll have to rely on a competition, and won't you still lose your spots then?

Nine hundred taels of silver is more than half a year's income for the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School!

The museum owner, Lin Xuanyue, glanced at Zhou Xinyun, seemingly waiting for his opinion.

Zhou Xingyun has always been a righteous person, and given the previous attempt by Duan Yue Martial Arts School to intimidate others, he would never allow such a thing to happen. He took a firm stance and sternly rejected Li Qianya's proposal: "We cannot sell the spots."

Li Qianya had no choice. After all, he still needed to make money and couldn't raise the price any further. Otherwise, what would be the point of getting the job done?

Then he snorted coldly and turned away, saying, "You're asking for trouble. You'll have to bear the consequences."

It seems the only solution is to start with the rules and bribe the county magistrate to change them.

In the afternoon, at the county government office.

County Magistrate Sheng Huaixu sat upright in the hall, dressed in a magnificent official robe, with a jade pendant jingling at his waist. He toyed with a golden nanmu abacus in his hand, his eyes as greedy as a snake.

Standing beside him was his trusted yamen runner, Cui Jianzhang, whose face was expressionless but whose eyes were like knives.

Li Qianya stood respectfully.

"My lord." Li Qianya presented a heavy wooden box with both hands. "This is... a small token of my appreciation. I hope you will accept it."

Sheng Huaixu opened the box and saw eight hundred taels of silver notes neatly stacked. He didn't react or say anything.

Li Qianya was taken aback: "My lord, you've taken out another two hundred taels to offer."

Sheng Huaixu remained silent, closing his eyes to rest.

At this moment, Li Qianya was filled with resentment. What a cunning old fox! But there was nothing he could do; after all, he had to complete the task assigned by the master.

Having no other choice, he took out his last two hundred taels and began to speak:

"That's all we have. If it doesn't work out, then we won't even bother hoping for this spot. This spot is out of the question for Duan Yue Martial Arts School."

Sheng Huaixu was somewhat satisfied at this moment and finally slowly opened his eyes.