Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing sighed with admiration for Senior Brother Zhou, who was truly a model worker, unparalleled in his sense of justice, and intolerant of even the slightest injustice.

Before they knew it, seven days had passed, and the eldest brother, Song Yi, still came over to check on them as always.

Using the excuse that my martial arts training was very taxing, they brought me some food, such as simple eggs and pork, to replenish my nutrition and took good care of me.

However, the eldest brother's position remained stifled, and the remaining wealth in the family was still controlled by his sister-in-law, who gave it to his younger brother.

Even though his older brother has been speaking well of him, his sister-in-law only doesn't object to the two brothers meeting, but still doesn't support his older brother's involvement.

He bluntly stated, "My younger brother, Wang Hu, is a formal disciple of the Duan Yue Martial Arts School, with a distinguished status. He is far superior to your good-for-nothing brother, who is just an apprentice disciple of the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School."

Even if your younger brother manages to pass the first test by sheer luck, the two of you are worlds apart in terms of both status and ability.

The third day after entering the martial arts school.

Song Jing continued his diligent practice every day, leaving early and returning late, without slacking off despite his slight progress.

Aside from the initial newbie protection period which grants a two-point proficiency bonus, the third night also grants an additional two proficiency points.

In practice, the rounding process might only yield about 1 to 2 points of proficiency per day.

It's mostly just a bit of proficiency, but this is just a preliminary guess and needs further verification.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (4/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (3/100)

It wasn't until the fifth day after he entered the martial arts school, late at night, that he finally arrived.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (7/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (5/100)

It seems that the proficiency level is indeed slightly higher than 1 point per day, which is quite slow.

Seventh day since entering the martial arts school.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (9/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (7/100)

After five days of arduous struggle, Zhou Xingyun finally returned.

Song Jing explained his purpose, and Senior Brother Zhou readily agreed: "Practice your usual tempering method once."

Zhou Xingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing.

Just as Song Jinggang turned his palm over, he suddenly raised his foot and lightly tapped his wrist: "Stop! Turning your palm over too early, the force dissipates before it settles, like water spilled on the ground, how can it take shape?"

He bent down, grabbed a handful of iron filings, and slowly demonstrated: "Watch carefully—when your hand enters the filings, it should be like cutting tofu with a knife; relax your shoulders and drop your elbows, and go all the way in one breath. Wait until the filings reach your wrist bones, then flip it over!"

Song Jing's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he tried again as instructed.

Sink your shoulders, hold your breath, and the moment your fingertips touch the bottom, suddenly flip over.

The sand surged and the palms burned with a stinging pain, but I felt a solid force running from my waist and spine to the edge of my palms!

"That's right!" Zhou Xingyun nodded, "We don't care about speed, we only care about accuracy."

Song Jing pondered it repeatedly and finally grasped its profound meaning.

After this, the quenching process no longer wastes physical strength, the intervals are shortened, and the efficiency is doubled.

Two points of proficiency every day, that's it!

He grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Just then, Sun Li and Liu Jiankun passed by.

Liu Jiankun had been stuck at the peak of the Bullhide Realm for several years, and his qi and blood were declining. In order to break through, he was willing to become Zhang Wu's lackey.

Seeing Song Jingshou smile as he received instructions, the two men were displeased and exchanged cold smiles.

Sun Li scoffed, "Has this kid gone mad from all the training? He's laughing like a complete idiot."

Liu Jiankun scoffed, "What's Zhou Shixiong up to? Giving special consideration to such a mediocre, ungrateful fellow. What a waste of effort!"

"So what if you get some pointers?" Sun Li added, "You really think you can break through to a higher realm with that? Dream on!"

Song Jing turned a deaf ear.

His experience from his previous life, where he had competed against small countries, taught him that the best response to flies was to ignore them.

Zhou Xingyun couldn't stand it anymore and glared at him coldly: "I saw that Junior Brother Song was diligent and hardworking in his cultivation, so I volunteered to give him guidance. What business is it of yours?"

Instead of wasting time gossiping, you should practice your skills!

How laughable that they spend all day thinking about climbing the social ladder and taking shortcuts!

One day, Junior Brother Song will surely surpass you all!

The two men turned pale, dared not argue, and slunk away quickly.

Song Jing's heart burned with emotion. He clasped his hands tightly together and bowed deeply to the ground: "I will never forget Senior Brother Zhou's guidance and his righteous words!"

Zhou Xingyun waved his hand, his tone gentle yet firm: "No need for thanks."

If you can go further on the path of martial arts, and uphold justice and eliminate evil in the future, that will be the best way to repay me.

After receiving guidance from Senior Brother Zhou, Song Jing made progress in the following days.

Surprisingly, I can reliably gain at least 2 proficiency points every day, and often even 3 points. This is a significant improvement in training speed compared to before.

In this way, the original three-month assessment might be somewhat risky. After all, if you score a little bit each day, the score on the last day might be over 90 points. There could also be unexpected complications in between, leaving no room for maneuver.

In the end, things would definitely turn out badly, but now the situation is very favorable, the advantage is in our hands, and we are certainly safe.

Upon realizing this, Song Jing felt immense joy and grinned from ear to ear.

At this rate, we will definitely be able to reach the advanced stage within three months, or even complete it more than a month ahead of schedule.

During this time, many fellow disciples invited him to dinners, outings, or to brothels to listen to music, but Song Jing had no money, and even if he had money, he wouldn't go; he only wanted to cultivate.

He has been discussed and secretly mocked by many of his fellow disciples, who have spread rumors that he is aloof, unapproachable, and even withdrawn.

"What's the use of just practicing asceticism? In this world, talent and connections are essential!"

"I heard that Senior Brother Zhang is about to break through. He has both talent and a good background. He is truly the envy of everyone."

"Do you really think you can break through like Senior Brother Zhang just by practicing hard? How incredibly foolish."

These rumors were always circulating, but Song Jing was already used to them and didn't care at all.

He firmly believed that one day, "The cries of monkeys on both banks could not stop the light boat from passing through ten thousand mountains."

However, these rumors are not entirely unfounded; they may be deliberately spread by someone, so we must be wary.

Sun Li and Liu Jiankun are quite likely the masterminds behind this, but if it is them, they must have been instructed by Zhang Wu.

It seems necessary to learn more about Zhang Wu. He comes from a wealthy family and is in the medicinal herb business.

It might be appropriate to go and ask the fat man for advice. He's currently helping out at the Xu family's pharmacy, so he might have some connections.

By the way, could you tell me about this skin-strengthening ointment? With war raging everywhere, we should still be prepared for danger even in times of peace.

At dusk, Song Jing walked along the mountain path and soon arrived near the Xu Family Pharmacy. The four large characters were magnificent and represented the Xu family's status in Xiushui Village.

It was difficult, and somewhat surprisingly...

They discovered that there were even some refugees gathered near Xu's Pharmacy, who appeared to have wandered over from the neighboring city.

Song Jing stepped into the main hall.

"What brings you here?" a young boy asked casually as he stood up.

"I'm here to find someone, Fatty Chen."

"You've come to see Brother Chen? He's an acquaintance!" The young apprentice suddenly became enthusiastic after hearing the name Fatty Chen.

At that moment, a familiar voice rang out from inside the door: "Brother Jing, why aren't you practicing martial arts today? Come find me when you have time."

"I'm going home early today, and the martial arts school is almost closed. I heard you work for the Xu family?"

"Now that I've achieved some success, I'm quite happy, so I stopped by to visit."

"Brother Jing, you know perfectly well that he only got here because of my sister. Otherwise, he might have sunk to the bottom of the sea and been fed to the fish long ago."

But you must have come here today for something.

"I can't hide it from you, Fatty. I wonder how the Zhang family rose to power, and what kind of person Zhang Jing is?"

"Zhang Wu's success today is all thanks to his father, Zhang Dehai." The fat man stood at the back wall of the pharmacy, his voice extremely low. "Do you really think his family's Changchun Hall started out from medicinal herbs?"

He sneered, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes: "Ten years ago, the serial disappearances in Xiushui Village, do you remember? Seven refugees vanished overnight, and later, skeletons were found in the back mountains. The autopsy revealed large amounts of drug residue in their bodies..."

Song Jing nodded, a chill creeping up his spine.

"Although the mastermind has not been identified, everyone in the industry knows that it was Zhang Dehai who colluded with the Black Tiger Gang to test drugs on living people and concoct 'Body Tempering Powder' to sell to martial artists. After the incident, he bribed the county government with a large sum of money and donated funds to build a temple to whitewash his image, which is how he became 'the benevolent Master Zhang'."

"Now his family supports Zhang Wu's martial arts training, sends him elixirs and buys him merits, all in order to cleanse his son of his dark past and allow him to step onto the righteous path openly."

Song Jing remained silent, finally understanding—

Why did Zhang Wu act so flamboyantly, showing such a love of grand achievements?

It turns out it wasn't just vanity, but also an eagerness to whitewash one's image.

Even the whitest cloth cannot conceal the blood-stained background.

Finally, a month after joining the martial arts school, the training ground of Zhuifeng Martial Arts School was once again filled with people.

Today is Zhang Wu's qualification assessment day.

As soon as the news broke, even the blacksmith shop next door stopped work to come and watch—the eldest son of the Zhang family was taking the exam himself, who would dare miss it?

On the high platform, the old master sat in the center, with Li Wei standing to his right, his face full of arrogance; Zhuo Bufan stood on the left, his expression indifferent, his fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Zhou Xingyun leaned against a pillar in the corridor, arms crossed, his eyes calm as a deep pool.

Zhang Wu slowly entered the stage, dressed in a brocade training uniform, with a jade buckle at his waist, and even the soles of his shoes were embroidered with gold thread.

He bowed gracefully to the old master, a gesture that drew cheers from many female disciples.

"Let's begin." The old curator nodded with a smile.

First test: Iron sand test.

Before the crimson iron cauldron, Zhang Wu slowly inserted his palms into the iron sand, his expression calm. After three incense sticks had burned, he calmly withdrew them, unhurried and without uttering a sound.

This level is much harder than the beginner level. It takes three times longer to maintain the same temperature. If you don't successfully temper your hide in the Bull Skin Realm, your flesh will probably be cooked first.

The third incense stick followed, and Zhang Wu felt little pressure; he truly possessed the qualities of a genius.

"Pass!" the deacon announced loudly.

Second challenge: Crush the blue bricks with your palm.