Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

As dusk faded, the morning mist lingered.

Zhou Xingyun shattered the wooden training stakes in the courtyard with a single kick, his eyes bloodshot as debris flew everywhere: "Blood Lotus Cult bastards! How dare you cause trouble right under the nose of my Chasing Wind Martial Arts School!"

Song Jing quickly tried to persuade him, pressing down on his trembling wrist, his fingertips slightly cool: "Senior brother, anger will only lead to chaos. The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light; we should remain calm and observe."

The two men patrolled the city, their feet glistening with dew.

Along both sides of the bluestone path, there are seven vermilion gates with spiderwebs everywhere.

The stove in Butcher Wang's house was covered in cold ashes and dust, the bellows in Blacksmith Wang's shop were filthy, and even the usually bustling teahouse had a crooked door panel, which was now deserted.

Zhou Xingyun ran his fingertips along the cobwebs on the windowpane and suddenly sensed something was amiss: "The cobwebs were only three days old, yet there's not a trace of life inside... They deliberately created the illusion that the house is deserted."

Song Jing crouched down, parted the withered grass at the corner of the wall, picked up a half-piece of dark red cloth with his fingertips, and brought it close to his nose to sniff: "The bloodstains are mixed with the smell of rotting grass, so there was activity last night. When the Blood Lotus cultists cleaned up the scene, they missed this spot at the base of the wall."

The two continued their search, looking for clues and letting go of any trace.

noon.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps of a group of people walking.

The county government's ceremonial guards came from the street corner.

The eight-bearer sedan chair was as steady as a rock. The curtain was slightly lifted, revealing a lean face: his silver hair was combed meticulously, the lines between his eyebrows were as deep as if carved by a knife, and the sandalwood prayer beads he was holding had a faint metallic sound.

The sedan chair carriers walked steadily, each step on the bluestone slabs making no sound, their aura as calm as an ancient well.

When Song Jing saw the newcomer, dressed in fine clothes and exuding an aura of authority, he felt a sense of distance and dared not approach.

I had a guess about this person's identity, but I still wanted to ask Senior Brother Zhou for confirmation.

Somewhat curiously, he asked, "Could this person be the Commandant?"

"May I ask what your background and origins are, Commandant?"

"Captain Chen Yanzhou, sixty-two years old, is in charge of all security matters in Tianshui City." Zhou Xingyun nodded and lowered his voice, his fist clenching slightly in his sleeve. "He was a disciple of the outer sect of Pingtianmen in the past, but he grew old and was reassigned."

"I wonder about their strength?"

"His exact strength is currently unknown, but his record is incredibly brilliant. He is a formidable and ruthless figure in the martial arts world, and has quite a reputation."

Twenty years ago, when he quelled Black Wind Stronghold, he used the profound swordsmanship of the Pingtian Sect, the "Lone Goose Shadow Blade," to fight three bandit leaders at the Flesh Refining Realm, and his sword energy severed the three-zhang-long flagpole of the stronghold gate. He looked at the old man's drooping hand in the sedan chair—the veins were like coiled dragons, and the fingernails gleamed with the cold light of jade.

Song Jing's gaze narrowed slightly. The moment the sedan curtain closed, the old man seemed to sense something and glanced to the side. His gaze, as deep as an ancient well, swept over the two of them, causing the hairs on the back of Zhou Xingyun's neck to stand on end.

"Even the Commandant has been mobilized. It seems that this incident involving the Blood Lotus Sect is no small matter." Song Jing lowered his eyes to hide the sharp glint in them. "With the Commandant in charge of the central government, for the Blood Lotus Sect to dare to act so brazenly... either they have an inside man, or their ambitions are far from small."

On the way back to the museum, I happened to see Lin Waner patrolling the streets with a lantern.

His plain white robes were stained with dust, and his fingertips were slightly red from the cold, yet he still carefully checked the hidden marks on each door knocker.

Zhou Xingyun choked up, "Junior Sister Wan'er has been patrolling since dawn until dusk, and hasn't even had a sip of water." Song Jingwang noticed that the magnolia flower embroidered on her sleeve was torn by thorns, and his heart sank slightly, "Third Senior Sister has been pampered since childhood, and now she treads through frost and dust for the sake of the common people... How can we stand idly by?"

Three people stood around a lamp under the locust tree in the training ground.

Lin Wan'er searched for a long time, but still found nothing.

When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was clear and melodious, "The Blood Lotus Sect should not act during the day, but must act between midnight and dawn, taking advantage of the darkness to cover their tracks."

Zhou Xingyun slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Tonight I will guard the palace from midnight to 1 AM!"

"I'll take the hour of Yin." Song Jing lightly tapped three places on the map with his fingertips.

Lin Wan'er pushed the warm ginseng tea in front of the two of them, a faint smile on her lips: "Then from the hour of Chou to the hour of Yin, hand it over to me." The candlelight reflected the stubbornness in her eyes, and her tightly clenched arms in her sleeves gleamed coldly.

In the Blood Lotus Sect branch, the candlelight in the cellar flickered like the eyes of a ghost.

Ma Xiaosan knelt down and presented the blood talisman, his withered fingers trembling with excitement: "That kid's blood and energy are like the rising sun! But judging from his cultivation level, he's at most at the initial stage of the Iron Skin Mirror realm."

The scent on him could be smelled from three blocks away!

If I offer it to the one who refines the 'Blood Fiend Pill,' the sect leader will surely reward me handsomely, at least two Blood Fiend Pills.

With this one in my pocket, I can break through to the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm in one go, and it's foreseeable that I'll be able to break through to the Copper Skin Realm in the future!

Moreover, the brothel recently hired several very young and beautiful girls; the experience must be quite wonderful.

Lai Xiaosi's towering body crushed the skull at his feet. Hearing this, he was overjoyed and grinned maliciously: "At most, the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm?"

I'll wring his head off in three moves!

"At that time, all the brothers will receive a few Blood Fiend Pills as a reward, allowing them to improve their cultivation."

Wang Xiaowu added menacingly, "First, cripple his dantian, then leave him alive to offer as a living sacrifice to the sect leader." His fingertips traced the hidden compartment of the bamboo cane, and the poisoned dagger flashed with a cold light. "Ma San, you've gathered the information, so the credit will be split equally. But if you fail..." The withered claws suddenly tightened, and Ma Xiaosan's throat bones made a soft gurgling sound.

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!" Ma Xiaosan kowtowed repeatedly. "I saw him buy wine and candy with my own eyes. His steps were steady, and when he walked alone, the hem of his sleeve slightly lifted the skin on his hands, which hadn't even completely turned into the color of black iron. This person is undoubtedly a beginner in the Iron Skin Realm."

The three shared half a piece of dried human flesh rations, changed into tattered beggar clothes, and hid the poisoned dagger in a hidden compartment of a bamboo staff.

Ma Xiaosan licked the groove of his dagger and whispered, "Remember the rules: Lin Wan'er is at the mid-Iron Skin Realm, and she claims to have some connection with the Hall Master; Zhou Xingyun is at the Copper Skin Realm—disappear upon seeing him! Song Jing is the easiest target, especially when he's alone…" He scratched his throat with his fingernail, drawing blood, "One strike, one kill!"

It was 3:45 PM, at the entrance of the old street.

The three men huddled in the haystack like true beggars, their fingernails filled with dirt and their eye sockets sunken like skulls.

As Lin Wan'er swept past with her lantern, Lai Xiaosi's lust was aroused, his Adam's apple bobbing as he could hardly contain himself.

Wang Xiaowu also warned the two not to act rashly, otherwise all their efforts would be in vain and they would lose their lives.

He warned in a low, impatient voice, "Keep an eye on what's in your belts."

Let us not forget the purpose of our trip.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

If I want to find women in the future, I'll have plenty after completing this mission. I can find as many as I want.

"There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one?"

At midnight, Zhou Xingyun arrived, his black robes fluttering and stirring up a fierce wind.

Just as Lai Xiaosi reached for the bamboo cane, he suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end—Zhou Xingyun seemed to be looking straight ahead, but his peripheral vision swept across the dry well like a hawk!

"The perception of someone at the Copper Skin Realm..." Wang Xiaowu broke out in a cold sweat. "His aura flows within his sleeves. If we make any rash moves, we'll be detected within three breaths, and likely killed within ten!"

As the hour of Chou (1-3 AM) drew to a close, the waning moon disappeared behind the clouds.

Ma Xiaosan's withered claws dug deep into the brickwork, dark red debris falling from under his fingernails: "Here it comes!"

The footsteps on the bluestone slabs were neither hurried nor slow. Song Jing walked with his hands behind his back, his moon-white outfit gleaming coldly in the night.

His fingertips brushed over the leg marks on his waist, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he were strolling leisurely, yet his spine was taut like a fully drawn bow.

He may appear relaxed on the surface, but he is actually on edge, preparing for any unforeseen events.

Moreover, there are two martial arts school disciples lying in wait, ready to call on Senior Brother Zhou for support at any time.

At that moment, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall.