Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Even after the demon's lair was breached, the three dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest.

"Quickly investigate any remaining survivors and clean up the battlefield." Zhou Xingyun took a healing pill, his expression softening slightly, and ordered in a deep voice, "Make sure to leave no survivors and no clues."

Lin Wan'er nodded and began searching the inner hall.

Song Jingze walked towards the side room area, where Lai Xiaosi was left in the courtyard like a dead dog, ignored by everyone.

After an incense stick had burned, the three met in the courtyard.

Zhou Xingyun found a stack of silver notes on Xu Dishan's body. After a quick count, he found that there were as many as five hundred taels.

They also found two hundred taels of silver notes on each of the two protectors, Zhang and Li.

"The Blood Lotus Sect is indeed wealthy." Zhou Xingyun spread out the silver notes. "The three of them have nine hundred taels on them. It seems they have been plundering the people's wealth on a regular basis."

Lin Wan'er said, "If we bring this silver back to our sect..."

"No need," Zhou Xingyun interrupted. "This trip was a private matter undertaken by the three of us without the permission of our sect."

We three shall divide this silver equally and use it ourselves.

He divided the silver notes into three portions, each containing three hundred taels, and handed them to the two men.

Song Jing accepted the silver note, its weight substantial. Three hundred taels was enough for an ordinary family's expenses for several years, and for a martial artist, it could also purchase a considerable amount of cultivation resources.

This was quite a fruitful trip!

"Thank you, senior brother."

"No need to be polite." Zhou Xingyun waved his hand. "Search again and see if there are any other clues or evidence."

Remember, anything related to the Blood Lotus evil magic must be destroyed; do not keep it for yourself!

"Yes," the two replied.

Song Jing's gaze swept across the courtyard, and a slight thought stirred within him.

Although the Blood Fiend Pill is evil, it can quickly boost one's blood and qi... If one could obtain one or two and consume them, it might benefit one's cultivation.

Without making a sound, he took the lead and walked towards the west wing.

The first side room.

Pushing open the wooden door, dust hit me. The room was sparsely furnished, containing only a wooden bed and a worn-out wardrobe.

Song Jing rummaged through boxes and cabinets, but only found a few old clothes and a few loose copper coins.

"As expected, this is where ordinary believers live." He shook his head and left the room.

The second room, the third room...

They searched seven or eight rooms in succession, and they were all very similar. Some rooms had piles of bones in the corners, and some had instruments of torture hanging on them, indicating that they had been used as prison cells or torture chambers.

Apart from some loose copper coins and worthless miscellaneous items, nothing particularly noteworthy was found.

Song Jing felt slightly disappointed.

It seems that the Blood Lotus Cult has extremely strict control over these lower-level followers, and important items are probably concentrated in the hands of a few leaders.

The eleventh room.

This is the room located at the deepest part of the courtyard. Its doors and windows are thicker than those of the other rooms and are secured with brass locks.

Song Jing used his strength to break the lock and pushed the door open to enter.

A strong smell of medicine mixed with the stench of blood wafted over.

The interior furnishings were noticeably different: a rosewood wooden table, a grand master's chair, and a bronze alchemy furnace about half a person's height standing in the corner, still warm inside.

The bookshelves filled the entire wall, displaying dozens of ancient books.

"This should be Xu Dishan's room." Song Jing's spirits lifted.

He checked the bookshelves first.

The ancient books were mostly medical texts and alchemical formulas, but after flipping through a few pages, Song Jing frowned deeply—they contained many bizarre and evil methods, such as "using the essence and blood of young boys to nourish elixirs" and "taking the heart blood of martial artists to temper weapons," and so on. Every word was shocking.

"They're all evil magic after all." He piled all the books aside, intending to destroy them later.

Next, search the desk.

There were some coins and a few letters in the drawer.

The letters were mostly internal communications within the Blood Lotus Sect, mentioning matters such as "headquarters instructions" and "blood pill tribute." Song Jing quickly skimmed through them, memorizing the important information.

Finally, his gaze fell on the bed.

It was a large, carved bed with a deep, blood-red canopy.

Song Jing lifted the covers and tapped on the bed board, when he suddenly heard a hollow sound.

"There's a hidden compartment."

He used his strength to shake open the wooden board, and there was a square iron box about a foot in size hidden underneath.

The box was unlocked, but it felt heavy in my hand.

Song Jing carefully opened it.

The box was lined with red silk, on which three pills, each the size of a longan, were neatly arranged.

The pill was entirely crimson, with a faint glow of blood flowing through it, and its surface was covered with fine lines, like blood vessels.

Amidst the strong stench of blood, there was also a strange, refreshing fragrance that made one's blood surge slightly.

Blood Demon Pill.

Song Jing's pupils contracted slightly.

It seems there were other gains as well; this trip was definitely worthwhile!

These three pills are of better quality and have purer blood essence than the one Lai Xiaosi took out before; they are clearly top-grade.

He reached out and picked one up. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and he could even feel a faint pulse, as if he were holding a small heart.

"Such pure blood and qi power..." Song Jing was shocked. "If I take one, combined with my current cultivation at the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm, I would probably have a 70-80% chance of breaking through to the middle stage."

But then, Zhou Xingyun's words rang in my ears: "Anything related to the Blood Lotus evil technique must be destroyed; no one may keep it for themselves!"

If his senior brother knew, he would definitely force him to destroy the pill.

This might even raise suspicions that he has ulterior motives.

Song Jing held the pill, his mind in turmoil.

Although this Blood Fiend Pill can rapidly increase cultivation level...

But since it was made with human lives, will there be any hidden dangers after taking it?

Will they gradually lose their true nature, like those who practice evil cultivation?

But the path of martial arts is inherently defying the heavens. If one hesitates and trembles before an opportunity, when will one ever reach the pinnacle?

Moreover, I took one myself and it didn't cause any problems. After a few days of training to consolidate my foundation, I felt solid and had no sense of instability.

He recalled that during the fierce battle just now, although he was able to kill someone in the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm, he could only rely on his senior brother when facing Xu Dishan, who was in the Bronze Skin Realm.

What if we encounter an even stronger enemy next time?

Power... He needs even greater power!

A resolute glint flashed in Song Jing's eyes.

He quickly took out a small jade bottle from his bosom—this was usually used to store healing pills.

Carefully place the three Blood Fiend Pills into the bottle, seal the bottle tightly, and hide it close to your body.

He put the iron box back into the hidden compartment, covered the bed board again, and restored the bedding to its original state.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and turned to leave the room.

Inside the courtyard, Zhou Xingyun and Lin Wan'er had gathered the loot they had found in one place.

Besides the silver notes, there were also gold and silver jewelry, weapons, and other items, with a total value of several hundred taels.

"Junior brother, have you made any discoveries?" Zhou Xingyun asked.

Song Jing shook his head: "They are all ordinary things. As my senior brother instructed, I have piled up the evil books, elixir formulas and other such items in one place, and they can be destroyed together later."

"Alright." Zhou Xingyun had no doubts. "Once we rescue these imprisoned people, we'll leave this place."

There were still thirty or forty people on the verge of death in the courtyard, mostly young and strong men, but also a few women and children.

The three men unchained them and fed them water and simple medicine.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor..."

"I will never forget your life-saving grace, hero..."

The people knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude, weeping uncontrollably.

Zhou Xingyun helped everyone up and said in a deep voice, "This place is not safe to stay for long."

"Leave immediately, and do not mention tonight's events to any outsiders, lest you bring trouble upon yourselves."

The people nodded repeatedly, helped each other, and staggered away.

After the last person disappeared into the alley, Zhou Xingyun took out a tinderbox from his pocket.

"This kind of den of demons must never exist in the world again."

He walked to the pile of heretical books and prescriptions, lit a tinderbox, and threw it into the pile.

"boom--"

Flames rose and spread rapidly. Those sinful records stained with countless blood were reduced to ashes in the firelight.

Then, the three of them set the fire on the house.

The old wooden house was highly flammable, and in no time, the entire courtyard was engulfed in flames.

Flames shot into the sky, turning the night sky a dark red, somewhat similar to the color of the blood vat from before.

In the firelight, the faces of the three people, covered by masks, flickered in and out of focus.

"Walk."

Zhou Xingyun gave a low shout, and the three of them leaped up, disappearing into the night in a few bounds.

Behind them, the Blood Lotus Sect's western branch collapsed in flames, the sound of breaking beams and pillars echoing incessantly, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in the fire.

On the distant city wall, the watchman struck the fifth watch gong.

The eastern horizon was already tinged with the pale light of dawn.

A new day is about to begin, and in this city, one evil den has been removed, but a legend unknown to anyone has been added.

The three Blood Fiend Pills lay quietly in Song Jing's arms, their warmth seeping through his clothes.

He knew he had chosen a dangerous path.

But at the pinnacle of martial arts, there are only perilous peaks.

This fire not only destroyed the demon's lair, but also ignited his thirst for power.

Meanwhile, Commandant Chen Yanzhou also began to send his capable general Lu Beichen to investigate these clues.

Lu Beichen, through a tip from an informant, finally learned the location of this den of iniquity after a great deal of effort, and to his delight, the sect leader happened to be away.

He had already figured out how the captain would reward him, and he felt that his military merit was about to be awarded.

Because he knew that this demonic cave currently only had one person at the early stage of the Bronze Skin Realm left, which was more than enough for him to wipe out.

He felt that a treasure was beckoning him, just like a wanton courtesan striking seductive poses.