Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

After a stick of incense had burned, the three of them had prepared the horses.

Zhou Xingyun tied Lai Xiaosi's hands with hemp rope and tied him to the back of his horse.

Song Jing rode closer and said in a deep voice, "To prevent any unforeseen events along the way, I need to destroy your dantian."

Lai Xiaosi's expression changed drastically: "Great hero! I have confessed everything and would never dare to run away..."

"You have no choice." Before Song Jing finished speaking, his left hand shot out like lightning, pressing a palm against Lai Xiaosi's lower abdomen. True energy, like a needle, instantly pierced through his dantian!

"Ugh—" Lai Xiaosi screamed, his strength dissipating like air, and he collapsed.

"Lead the way." Song Jing lifted him onto the horse. "If there is any falsehood, you will be executed on the spot."

The three of them rode off into the night. Although Lai Xiaosi had lost all his martial arts skills, he still knew the way. He pointed in the direction, and the group headed straight for the western district of the outer city.

About half an hour later, they arrived at a secluded alleyway.

Deep in the alley, a rather large mansion can be vaguely seen, but there are no plaques or lanterns in front of the gate, giving it an eerie feel.

Even before getting close, a strong stench of blood mixed with the smell of rotting flesh assaulted the senses.

The ground at the alley entrance was dark red and black, clearly caused by long-term bloodstains.

Zhou Xingyun possessed profound internal strength and eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people. By focusing his gaze, he could see the flickering firelight in the courtyard, and vaguely discern dozens of Blood Lotus Cult members busily engaged in their work.

Some people were whipping the suspended prisoners, while others were inserting specially made copper tubes into the prisoners' necks to bleed them, the scarlet blood gushing into a huge iron container below.

In the corner, piles of white bones lay scattered about, with some not-yet-completely-rotted limbs carelessly discarded, attracting swarms of flies buzzing around them.

"These beasts!" Zhou Xingyun's eyes blazed with fury, the veins on his hand gripping the reins bulging. "Junior brother, let's charge in and wipe out these evil heretics!"

"Senior brother, wait a moment." Song Jing raised his hand to stop him, his gaze calmly sweeping around. "If we launch a direct attack, some will inevitably escape and report back."

In my opinion, it would be better to have Lai Xiaosi lead us in to infiltrate them, subdue the person in charge first, and then eliminate them in batches, ensuring no one is left alive.

Lin Wan'er nodded: "Junior Brother Song is right. To catch the thief, we must first catch the king; that is the best strategy."

Lai Xiaosi dared not disobey at this point, and repeatedly said, "I will definitely cooperate, I only beg the three heroes to spare my life..."

Song Jing glanced at him coldly: "If you dare to play any tricks, you'll be the first to die."

The three tied their horses to a secluded spot some distance away and changed into the Blood Lotus Sect outer robes they had stripped from Lai Xiaosi—though they were covered in filth, they were just what they needed to blend in.

He then smeared some dust and blood on his face and body, roughly disguising himself.

Lai Xiaosi led the way, and the three of them followed closely behind with their heads down, heading towards the gloomy mansion.

The two guards at the gate chuckled when they saw Lai Xiao Si, "Boss Lai's back? How was the harvest this time?"

Lai Xiaosi forced himself to remain calm: "We captured three men with good health and were just about to present them to Xu Gongfeng."

The guard glanced at Song Jing and his two companions, saw that they were loosely bound with ropes and dressed in tattered clothes, and without suspecting anything, waved them through.

Upon entering the hospital, the stench of blood and decay became even stronger, almost nauseating.

The scene inside the courtyard was even more horrifying than what could be seen from afar: dozens of prisoners were chained to wooden frames, their faces ashen and their breaths barely clinging to life.

In the huge iron vat in the center, dark red blood had accumulated to more than half its volume, with a thick layer of greasy substance floating on the surface.

Seven or eight Blood Lotus followers were busy around the vat, some adding medicinal herbs, others stirring with wooden sticks, all while chanting incantations.

More than ten other cult members, armed with weapons, patrolled the area, their expressions blank and fierce.

Lai Xiaosi whispered, "Master Xu is refining pills in the inner hall, with two protectors, Zhang and Li, by his side. They are both experts at the Iron Skin Realm..."

Before the words were finished, a deep, stern voice suddenly came from the inner room: "Lai Xiaosi, what are you dawdling about outside for?"

An old man in a dark red robe with a sinister face walked out slowly, followed by two strong men.

The old man had narrow eyes and bulging temples; he was none other than Xu Dishan, the early worshipper of the Copper Skin Realm who was stationed here.

Behind him were two people. The one on the left was tall and muscular, with an aura that had reached the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm; the one on the right was slightly thinner, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he was at the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm.

Xu Dishan's gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over Song Jing and the other two, then suddenly frowned: "The qi and blood of these three... something's not right!"

The moment he sensed something was wrong, Zhou Xingyun roared, "Attack!"

The three of them simultaneously broke free of the ropes that concealed their disguises, their outer robes shattered, revealing their original attire.

Zhou Xingyun said in a deep voice, "Leave this old ghost to me! Junior brothers and sisters, finish this quickly!"

Song Jing said urgently to Lin Wan'er, "Senior Sister, I'll deal with the mid-stage ones, you deal with the early-stage ones!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the burly man in the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm.

Lin Wan'er gritted her teeth and faced the thin protector.

Seeing the sudden change, Xu Dishan was not surprised but laughed instead: "How dare you trespass on my Blood Lotus branch!" He crossed his palms, dark red blood light emanating from them, and clashed head-on with Zhou Xingyun!

"Bang!"

A surge of air caused both men to retreat three steps, resulting in a draw!

Zhou Xingyun's heart skipped a beat: This old ghost's skills are profound and should not be underestimated!

He took a deep breath and unleashed the full power of his Wind Chasing Leg Technique, his figure as swift as the wind, his leg shadows continuous, attacking Xu Dishan's vital points.

On the other side, Song Jing was already fighting with the giant man in the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm.

The big man wielded a heavy, ghost-headed saber, his movements powerful and heavy, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound.

Song Jing used the "Wind-Stepping Technique" to move like the wind and lightning, weaving through the gaps in the flashing blades.

"Swift as the Wind Leg Technique!"

He suddenly accelerated, flashing past his opponent like a shadow, and swiftly struck his opponent's ribs with his toes.

The burly man reacted with lightning speed, his blade flashing back to block the attack with a clang. He sneered, "Not bad, kid, but your strength is lacking!"

As he spoke, he wildly brandished his ghost-head saber, the blade's light forming a curtain that enveloped Song Jing.

Song Jing's eyes turned cold, and he stopped fighting.

"Golden Bell Shield!"

A golden light flashed across his body, and he neither dodged nor avoided, taking the opponent's knife head-on!

"when!"

The blade struck the golden light as if hitting tattered leather, the recoil causing the burly man's arm to go numb.

In that instant of shock, Song Jing's left leg swept across like a steel whip—

"The flow has stopped!"

This kick contained the full power of the Iron Skin Realm, and the air itself exploded!

The burly man hurriedly parried with his sword, but was swept several feet away along with his sword, suffering a sharp pain in his chest; he was already injured.

Before he could even regain his footing, Song Jing's second leg had already struck—

"A stunning sight!"

The leg shadow was like a white crane soaring through the air, kicking straight up at the jaw!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible. The big man's head snapped back, blood gushing from his mouth, and he died on the spot!

From the moment they clashed to the moment the enemy was killed, it took no more than ten moves!

Song Jing turned around and saw that Lin Wan'er was in grave danger.

The gaunt protector moved with unpredictable movements, his pair of water-splitting daggers appearing and disappearing like ghosts, always aiming for vital points.

Although Lin Wan'er's leg techniques were exquisite, her strength and speed were inferior. At this moment, she was struggling to defend herself, and her sleeves had been torn in several places, with blood seeping out.

"Be careful, senior sister!"

Song Jing shouted and pounced like a thunderbolt.

Seeing his companion dead and Song Jing coming to his aid, the gaunt protector's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Ignoring Lin Wan'er's attack, he hurled a water-splitting dagger at Song Jing's face and another dagger straight into Lin Wan'er's heart!

This is a suicidal fighting style!

Lin Wan'er launched a "Shadow Kick" towards her opponent's throat, only to find the Water-Splitting Dagger already at his chest, leaving her no time to defend.

"Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Wind-Stepping Step!"

Song Jing's speed suddenly increased by three points, and he actually arrived first despite being behind, inserting himself between the two before the Splitting Water Thorn could reach him!

"Golden Bell Shield!"

The golden light shone brightly, and the water-splitting needles pierced the protective aura, sparks flying, but failed to penetrate.

At the same time, Song Jing's right leg swept out like lightning—

"Thunder Kick!"

The wind from his leg brought with it a faint rumble of thunder, striking the slender protector squarely in the waist and ribs!

"puff!"

The protector was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his ribs were broken, and he was sent flying, crashing into the courtyard wall before sliding down, lifeless.

Lin Wan'er was still in shock, her pretty face pale: "Thank you... thank you so much, Junior Brother."

Song Jing shook his head: "It's good that Senior Sister is alright."

At this moment, the battle between Zhou Xingyun and Xu Dishan had reached its climax.

Zhou Xingyun pushed the Chasing Wind Leg Technique to its limit, unleashing the four moves "Treading Swallow," "Gliding Shadow," "Severing Flow," and "Startling Swan" in turn, his leg movements as fierce as a storm.

However, Xu Dishan was only at the early stage of the Copper Skin Realm, and his protective true qi was extremely tough. Moreover, his Blood Lotus Palm Technique was insidious and ruthless, so the two were locked in a stalemate.

Xu Dishan fought for a long time without success, and seeing that the two protectors were dead, he became anxious and suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto his palms.

"Blood Lotus Great Technique - Raging Sea of ​​Blood!"

His palms surged with blood-red light, transforming into a blood-red palm shadow that pressed down on Zhou Xingyun!

Zhou Xingyun's expression turned solemn. He channeled all his inner strength into his legs, unleashing the strongest move of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique at full power—

"Wind Chasing Leg Technique - Startling Strike!"

He shot into the sky like a startled swan, his legs together, and shot straight at Xu Dishan like a sharp arrow!

The crimson palm shadow and the swift, graceful leg shadow collided with a deafening roar!

"Boom!"

A large crater was blown open in the courtyard, and the shockwave blew several believers away.

Zhou Xingyun was sent flying backward, landing more than ten steps behind him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

Xu Dishan fared even worse; his chest was pierced by a leg strike, leaving a bloody hole from which blood gushed out.

"Good...good legwork..." Xu Dishan gasped, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes, "But today, you will all die here!"

He suddenly pulled a scarlet pill from his pocket, about to put it in his mouth—

"Don't even think about it!"

Song Jing and Lin Wan'er attacked at the same time!

Lin Wan'er delivered a "Shadow Kick" aimed at Xu Dishan's throat.

Song Jing then transformed into a swift swan, kicking his opponent's wrist!

Xu Dishan grinned maliciously, neither dodging nor avoiding, determined to swallow the pill even if it meant taking a kick from Lin Wan'er.

Lin Wan'er loudly reminded, "It's a Berserk Pill. After taking it, your power will increase significantly."

However, Song Jing's legs were even faster!

"Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Wind-Stepping Step!"

The leg shadow twisted and turned in mid-air, striking Xu Dishan's wrist first!

"Snapped!"

The pill flew out of his hand.

At the same time, Lin Wan'er's leg had already kicked Xu Dishan in the throat.

"Uh..." Xu Dishan's eyes widened as he stared at the three of them, then slowly collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing their patron die, the remaining Blood Lotus followers in the courtyard were thrown into chaos. Some tried to escape, while others charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

Despite his injuries, Zhou Xingyun shouted, "Leave no one alive!"

The three split up to pursue them. Most of these ordinary believers only had rudimentary martial arts skills; how could they possibly be a match for three people?

In less than half an incense stick's time, dozens of cult members were all killed.

Song Jing kicked the huge blood vat, smashing it to pieces. The foul blood poured out, turning the ground crimson.

Zhou Xingyun swallowed a healing pill and, after a moment of recuperation, said, "Finally... we've wiped out this demonic den."

Lin Wan'er looked at the courtyard full of corpses and the rescued prisoners, but frowned slightly: "But the Blood Lotus Sect's main lineage has not been eliminated, and the hall master and deputy hall master will return in about a month..."

Looking at the western night sky, Song Jing slowly said, "Then let them never return."

The three planned to rescue the surviving prisoners, then search the entire mansion to destroy the Blood Lotus Cult's property and evidence of their crimes.

Next comes the time to loot and collect the loot.