Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing felt his injuries flare up again. Still catching his breath, he forced himself to stand up and looked at Zhou Xingyun with a solemn expression: "Senior brother... I have another request. I hope you will grant it."

Zhou Xingyun raised an eyebrow slightly: "Speak."

"Could this matter... be covered up a little?" Song Jing said in a low voice, "Just say... that Qiu Daxuan seriously injured me first, and I held on with my life until my senior brother arrived and killed him."

He paused, lowering his voice even further: "My current cultivation level is still low. If word gets out that I, at the Bull Skin Realm, killed a late-stage Iron Skin Realm cultivator, I will become the target of everyone's criticism."

The Duan Yue Martial Arts School, the Zhang family, and the remnants of the Black Tiger Gang will all see me as a thorn in their side.

"I have not yet gained sufficient power, and cannot reveal my full strength."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xingyun was first taken aback, then threw his head back and burst into laughter—

"Hahaha! You, Junior Brother Song! You're trying to make your senior brother take the blame again, aren't you?"

His hearty laughter swept away the gloom like a gust of wind, and the aura of the Copper Skin Realm spread through the night, as if it were an invisible barrier.

"It's alright!" He patted Song Jing on the shoulder, his eyes piercing. "I'm willing to take the blame for this!"

However, something was amiss. I should have arrived much earlier, but I was delayed by the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

My senior brother insisted on sparring with me, which caused the disciple who came to deliver the message to be unable to find me.

I finally found your third senior sister, and she came to tell me, so I rushed here immediately. Your third senior sister is still behind us.

He surveyed the battlefield, stained with blood and littered with rubble. Qiu Daxuan's body lay strewn about, his head shattered, a gruesome sight.

Zhou Xingyun sneered: "The Black Tiger Gang has committed numerous evils and harmed the people. Today, I, Zhou Xingyun, saw injustice and killed the gang leader Qiu Daxuan, upholding justice. What's wrong with that?"

He turned to stare at Song Jing, his eyes brimming with pride: "The more pots like these, the better!"

"As long as I can protect you, taking the blame is a trivial matter, I'll do it without hesitation!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice as steady as a mountain: "Rest assured. Tomorrow I will report this to the martial arts school and spread the news throughout the city—Zhou Xingyun, on his way home to save his junior brother, encountered the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, fought fiercely for fifty rounds, and finally killed him, ridding the people of a scourge!"

He paused, then a smile played on his lips: "As for you... just consider yourself an innocent disciple caught in the crossfire."

He was seriously injured and is currently recovering.

how?"

Song Jing felt a surge of warmth in his heart and bowed deeply: "I am deeply grateful for your great kindness, Senior Brother!"

If I achieve anything in the future, I will repay you handsomely!

Zhou Xingyun waved his hand and laughed loudly: "Don't give me that! We're brothers, why talk about repayment?"

He gazed into the night sky, his tone firm:

"In this world, there is too much darkness and too little light. If you can become that ray of light, I, your senior brother, am willing to be the wall that shelters you from the wind and rain!"

The day after the attack, in the main hall of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

Zhou Xingyun knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and reported: "Master, the night before last, Junior Brother Song was attacked on his way home. Qiu Daxuan, the vice leader of the Black Tiger Gang, was armed and attempted to assassinate Junior Brother Song."

Junior Brother Song fought desperately, battling for a hundred rounds until I finally came to his rescue, whereupon I slew him in the alley, ridding the people of this scourge!

Lin Xuanyue sat upright in the main seat, his beard and hair slightly moving. His aura as a perfect copper skin realm expert was as deep as a bottomless abyss and as imposing as a mountain. Upon hearing this, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as lightning!

"Qiu Daxuan? Black Tiger Gang?" He slammed his palm down, and the sandalwood table shattered with a "boom"!

"A mere Black Tiger Gang dares to lay a hand on my Chasing Wind Martial Arts School disciples?!" His voice boomed like thunder, sending dust scattering from the hall beams. "Do they think the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School is powerless?!"

He suddenly stood up, his robes billowing, and the aura of a perfected Copper Skin Realm expert swept through the entire hall like a whirlwind!

"Zhou Xingyun, you have rendered meritorious service in protecting the school and shown great courage in defeating the enemy. This battle has spread throughout the city, enhancing the prestige of our martial arts school!"

He turned, his gaze sharp as a knife sweeping across the hall: "Men! Prepare the horses! Take Song Jing with me to the Black Tiger Gang!"

The main hall of the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters.

The gang leader, Qin Yue, sat upright in the main seat, his aura as steady as a mountain as he had reached the Great Perfection of the Iron Skin Realm. He was only one step away from breaking through to the Flesh Refining Realm.

His face was resolute, yet a hint of gloom lingered between his brows.

He was nearly forty years old and single-handedly transformed the Black Tiger Gang from street thugs into the town's tyrant. He was ruthless and cunning.

At that moment, he was resting with his eyes closed when a servant urgently reported: "Master! Lin Xuanyue of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, leading his disciple Song Jing, is approaching with murderous intent!"

Qin Yue opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, but he only said calmly, "Open the door and welcome the guests."

Before long, Lin Xuanyue strode in, his overwhelming aura as a perfect Copper Skin Realm expert pressing down like a mountain. Song Jing followed closely behind him, his demeanor calm and composed, his eyes icy.

"Master Lin," Qin Yue rose to greet him, a slight smile appearing on his face, "What brings you here today?"

"What brings you here?" Lin Xuanyue sneered, his voice like thunder. "Your Black Tiger Gang's deputy leader, Qiu Daxuan, launched a night attack on my disciple Zhou Xingyun. The assassination attempt failed, and he was killed instead."

Are you aware of this matter?

Qin Yue frowned slightly, as if he had just realized it, and sighed, "Oh dear, is that so?"

Although Qiu Daxuan is the deputy leader of our gang, he has always acted arbitrarily. I have reprimanded him many times, but he has never changed his ways...

He shook his head and sighed, his tone sincere: "Master Lin, this is my fault for not disciplining him properly. I apologize to you and Disciple Zhou on his behalf!"

He waved his hand, and a trusted aide immediately presented him with a heavy wooden box.

"Here is two hundred taels of silver, intended for my medical treatment." Qin Yue presented it with both hands. "I hope Master Lin will be lenient and not let a madman ruin the harmony between our two families."

Lin Xuanyue stared coldly at him, saying each word clearly, "Qin Yue, do you know why Qiu Daxuan killed my disciple?"

Qin Yue's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled: "Master Lin, I really don't know. If we're talking about personal grudges, my Black Tiger Gang and the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School have no major enmity."

Perhaps it's a personal grudge of Qiu Daxuan, and has nothing to do with my gang.

His tone was humble, yet his words were firm and unyielding: "I, Qin Yue, have always acted with integrity and uprightness."

If Master Lin doesn't believe it, he can report it to the authorities and let them investigate.

Lin Xuanyue stared at him for a long time, finally letting out a cold laugh: "Fine! What a fine 'lax discipline'! What a fine 'personal grudge'!"

He suddenly took a step forward, and the aura of the Flesh Refining Realm was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, causing the faces of all the Black Tiger Gang disciples to turn pale. The people behind Qin Yue even staggered backward!

"Today, I, Lin Xuanyue, will spare your dilapidated temple out of consideration for your remaining sense of chivalry!"

His voice was like thunder, shaking the dust off the beams.

"But listen to me clearly—if there is a next time, no matter who it is, anyone who dares to touch a single person or item of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School will be declaring war on me!"

"At that time, I will not only shut down your Black Tiger Gang, but I will also make Qin Yue bring me his head!"

The room fell silent; no one dared to speak.

Qin Yue stood still, his face calm, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

His heart was filled with boundless rage—

Qiu Daxuan is his subordinate, but he has a long-standing relationship with the Zhang family. It seems his heart is never with me, but with the Zhang family. He deserves to die.

Lin Xuanyue is at the Body Refining Realm. The Chasing Wind Martial Arts School is powerful and currently has no right to speak. If things really break down, his Black Tiger Gang will surely be crushed.

He could only endure it; the most urgent task was to make a breakthrough.

"Master Lin's reprimand is correct." He bowed his head, his tone respectful. "I will discipline him strictly and ensure he never repeats this mistake."

Lin Xuanyue snorted coldly, turned around and strode away, with Song Jing following closely behind.

Once the two had walked away, the smile on Qin Yue's face vanished instantly, his eyes turning as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.

He slowly opened the wooden box, then suddenly slapped it down.

"Snap!"

The wooden box was broken into pieces, with sawdust scattered all over the ground.

"Song Jing..." he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice seeming to come from hell, "You think this is over?"

He looked up, gazing in the direction of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

On the way back, Song Jing whispered, "Master, actually..."

Lin Xuanyue waved his hand and said calmly, "No need to say anything. Although I don't know the truth, you are my disciple, so I will protect you."

His gaze was profound: "In this world, the strong prey on the weak. If you can't even protect your own disciples, what are you talking about regarding martial arts and dignity?"

He patted Song Jing on the shoulder, his tone firm:

"Just keep moving forward. I, Lin Xuanyue, and the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School will always be the wall behind you."