Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind chimes on the eaves tinkled softly, like shattered jade striking the heart.

The candlelight flickered red in the courtyard of their new home. When the eldest brother, Wang Shouye, pushed open the door, his eyes shone with joy, and even his coarse cloth clothes couldn't contain his overflowing happiness. "Ah Jing!" He patted Song Jing's shoulder with his large hand, his voice booming like a bell, "Your sister-in-law is pregnant! In nine months, you'll be a little uncle!"

The candlelight illuminated his slightly moist eyes, and Song Jing choked up.

The last time I saw my elder brother so happy was the day he was accepted as an outer disciple by the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

He smiled and nodded, then took out twenty taels of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into his elder brother's palm: "This is for my nephew to nourish his body. Eat better from now on, don't skimp on it."

After declining repeatedly, the elder brother finally accepted it, his eyes reddening again.

After the figure disappeared at the alley entrance, Song Jing opened the window and looked into the distance.

Moonlight spills over the green tiles, and the past recedes like the tide—the boy carrying bags at the dock, the bloodstains in the iron sand bath, the glint of knives in the night rain of the black market…all sink into the Milky Way.

His fingertips lightly traced the mottled marks on the windowpane, and he whispered as if making a vow:

"In the dead of night, I suddenly dreamt of my youth, and now I smile as I gaze at the moonlit railing."

But stability is never a gift from heaven, but only a result of one's own strength.

There are only thirteen days left until the day Duan Yue Martial Arts School challenges them.

As his fingertips traced the characters "Thirteen" etched on the window frame, Song Jing's eyes sharpened—

He has now reached the late stage of the Bull Skin Realm and is not far from the Iron Skin Realm. It is the crucial moment for him to break through to the Iron Skin Realm.

However, if one does not reach the Bronze Skin Realm as soon as possible, the competition among martial arts schools may encounter some setbacks.

There was absolutely no chance in the martial arts examination; waiting another three years would be a waste of time.

In addition, the old master seems to be acting strangely, from his previous immersion in cultivation to his current frequent appearances, perhaps the rumors are true.

The most important thing is to strive for excellence yourself.

He then took out a porcelain bottle and poured out a crimson pill.

The pills have a warm, smooth texture that is very comfortable, and a pleasant fragrance. Under the moonlight, they shimmer with an amber-like luster, and the patterns on them are like cicada wings, trembling slightly.

This is the molting pill, and now it can finally be used; the best time to use it has arrived.

He had already figured out the secret: this pill was only effective the first time it was taken in each realm, and its potency gradually decreased due to drug resistance.

If taken in the later stages of the Ox-skin Realm, it is like spring thunder breaking through the soil, helping one to break through in one go; if taken too early, it will be a waste of the medicine's power.

The pill melts in your mouth!

A warm current, like a thawing glacier, rushed into my limbs and bones.

The meridians are relaxed, the cells are boiling, the muscles and bones resonate, and the blood and qi in the whole body surge like a river bursting its banks!

He sat cross-legged, the shadows of the trees outside the window swaying like ink brushstrokes, adding a touch of Zen to this night of ascetic practice.

Tonight's practice went much smoother than before, and I felt much more energetic.

Every move and every technique is more powerful than before, and the training effect is better than before.

The tempering process was no longer as painful as before; a warm current flowed through my meridians.

It can even bring a sense of pleasure to people occasionally.

To continue cultivating without stopping while the medicine is at its peak is a waste of its power and a waste of money!

Sure enough, the results of a night of intensive practice were astonishing!

For ordinary cultivators, reaching the late stage of the Bullhide Realm is like being stuck in a quagmire.

While I am faster than them, I am still not fast enough compared to the turbulent times we are in today.

Even after the improved method was obtained and the premium skin-tempering ointment was added to the medicinal bath, even those in the mid-stage of the Oxhide Realm could only add a maximum of 2 points per day.

But tonight, with the blessing of the Molting Pill, the progress of the late stage of the Oxhide Realm, which should theoretically be slower than the mid-stage tempering, is actually a step faster than the mid-stage!

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Success in Skin Forging - Cowhide Realm (70/100)

[Cultivation Technique Progress]

Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success (55/100)

Golden Bell Shield - Beginner Level (42/100)

Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner (46/100)

Overnight, Song Jing was overjoyed to see the progress on the panel, having gained almost three points of proficiency.

As expected, the pill, worth one hundred taels of silver, was indeed potent, yet it had its own unique characteristics.

As the old saying goes, you get what you pay for, and that's certainly true.

From then on, he worked day and night, taking medicinal baths to temper his body and swallowing elixirs to refine his bones.

On the seventh day, another bottle of premium crisp-skinning ointment was used up—a full one hundred taels of silver, turned into a wisp of smoke in the bucket.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Completion of Leather Forging - Cowhide Realm (84/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success】(67/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner] (55/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner】(60/100)

He shook his head with a wry smile: "This path of cultivation is really expensive... It starts at four hundred taels a month. If it weren't for the money I made from robbing, I probably wouldn't even be able to afford the dregs of medicine with the income from teaching at the martial arts school."

"My journey has been incredibly difficult, entirely thanks to the support of generous philanthropists and angel investors."

I'm about to break through to the Iron Skin Mirror realm, and my progress is almost maxed out. I've also already leveled up the remaining techniques to the late stage of my current realm.

The Wind Chasing Leg Technique, the Golden Bell Cover, and the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique. Presumably, we'll soon be moving on to the next stage.

When the martial arts school competition begins, you'll definitely be able to grind the Wind Chasing Leg Technique from minor to major, the Golden Bell Cover from beginner to minor, and the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique to minor.

I wonder how much my strength and speed will be improved after I break through the levels of these cultivation techniques?

I'm really looking forward to it!

Afterwards, they will have more room to protect themselves and will be more confident in their actions.

Despite the enormous expense, the progress we've made is worthwhile.

On the twelfth night, I already felt it; my body felt full of energy, and it was probably time to break through to the Iron Skin Realm.

The medicinal bath tub had already been prepared.

The water in the cast iron pot on the stove boiled to a rolling boil, and Song Jing gritted his teeth and poured it into the bucket—"Boom!" White steam billowed out, like a trapped dragon emerging from the abyss.

He took out the sealed package of premium crispy skin-tempering paste, which was dark red like blood, had a waxy, cold sheen, and felt hot to the touch.

"Snapped!"

The paste exploded instantly when thrown into boiling water!

"Sizzle—!"

The solid ointment exploded like gunpowder, melting into dark red blood plasma, with bubbles surging and a pungent medicinal odor rushing straight to the top of the head!

Song Jing took off his clothes and leaped in!

"laugh--!!!"

The scalding liquid felt like a thousand needles piercing the skin, a mixture of ice and fire, tearing and rebuilding every inch of the skin.

He clenched his teeth, his nails digging into his palms, but he didn't utter a sound.

The barrier of the cowhide barrier finally cracked under the extreme pain and the erosion of the medicine!

As the first rays of dawn broke through, golden light fell upon his trembling eyelashes.

The tea smoke curls upwards, carrying the subtle fragrance of winter plum blossoms.

The warmth of everyday life, the responsibility on our shoulders, the warmth in our palms—

These are all cultivation practices far more potent than those involving elixirs!

On the morning of the thirteenth day.

Song Jing sat quietly in the courtyard, introspecting on himself:

Qi and blood stagnate like mercury, meridians are unobstructed, impurities are expelled with black sweat, and the whole body feels light as a feather.

At the heart, a cool medicinal scent, like mint dew, protects the foundation of the newly formed iron membrane—the quenching mark left by the brittle skin-quenching ointment.

The panel suddenly flashed:

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Completion of Leather Forging - Cowhide Realm (98/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success】(76/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner] (68/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner】(70/100)

"Ironclad Frame—Break!"

A low shout, as loud as thunder!

A tremendous tremor ran through my body, as if an iron curtain had been opened!

The metal mirror's barrier shattered with a crash, like glass breaking on the ground.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Completion of Skin Forging - Iron Skin Realm (0/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success】(76/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner] (68/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner】(70/100)

In an instant, his demeanor changed drastically!

His spine was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were as calm as an abyss.

The membrane has a cold, metallic sheen, its suppleness concealing immense strength;

With heightened senses, the sound of falling leaves, chirping insects, and the nearby stream could all be clearly heard.

With a casual grasp, the air exploded; with a light touch of the toes, a figure had already darted to the top of the wall—

His strength and speed have nearly doubled compared to when he was at the peak of the late stage of the Bull Skin Realm!

He opened his palm, and a gust of wind silently blew out, causing the withered leaves in the courtyard to split in two.

He looked towards the direction of Duan Yue Martial Arts School, his eyes showing no elation or pride, only a calm and unwavering determination.

He slowly closed his palm, hiding the bloodstains from last night's bite under the metal sheet.

"Duan Yue Martial Arts School..."