Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing kept a close eye on Liu Jiankun and Sun Li's movements every day, because Sun Li was indeed on the kill list.

However, this person remained holed up around the martial arts school and, due to the school's rules, could not find an opportunity to strike.

The day he leaves the city will be the day he dies; finally, the opportunity has arrived.

Ten days later, in a side room of the martial arts school.

Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan sat on a stone bench in the corner of the martial arts hall. The two jugs of turbid wine were empty, but their eyes grew increasingly dim.

"Five years..." Shen Tuhao clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. "I've been stuck at the Iron Skin Realm Perfection for five years, watching those juniors surpass me one by one... Old Pang, I'm not reconciled."

Pang Jingyuan tilted his head back and gulped down the last mouthful of wine, the liquid dripping down his beard. He wiped his face haphazardly, his voice hoarse: "Who is willing to accept this? But with such talent, what can we do? Our path of martial arts is probably coming to an end."

Both men are veterans of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School and were once very successful in their youth.

But for some reason, after reaching the peak of the Iron Skin Realm five years ago, he has been unable to make any further progress.

No matter how hard he cultivated, he could never overcome the hurdle of the Copper Skin Realm.

Over the years, they have watched as younger generations such as Zhou Xingyun and Lin Wan'er have made breakthroughs one after another, and as rising stars like Zhang Wu have surpassed them. The resentment in their hearts has been gnawing at them day and night like a venomous snake.

"I heard that Zhang Wu has already reached the Bronze Skin Realm." Shen Tu Hao looked towards the east side of the martial arts arena, where Zhang Wu was surrounded by a group of disciples, looking very proud.

Pang Jingyuan's eyes were filled with complex emotions: "Three months... from the mid-Iron Skin Realm to the Bronze Skin Realm. Even a hundred-year-old Blood Ginseng wouldn't have such miraculous effects, would it?"

"There's definitely something fishy going on," Shen Tuhao said in a low voice. "Old Pang, shall we... go ask him?"

The two looked at each other and saw the struggle and longing in each other's eyes.

Ultimately, desire overwhelmed reason.

At midnight, in room number three of the "Heaven" section of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Zhang Wu had already prepared wine and food. Seeing the two arrive as promised, he smiled meaningfully and said, "Fourth Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, please sit down."

After several rounds of drinks, Shen Tu Hao finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Junior Brother Zhang... no, Senior Brother Zhang, could you please tell me a thing or two about your breakthrough method? We've been stuck at the Iron Skin Realm Perfection stage for so long, it's really..."

Zhang Wu put down his wine glass, his smile turning cold: "Do you two senior brothers really want to ask?"

"Of course! We're willing to pay any price as long as we can break through!" Pang Jingyuan said eagerly.

Zhang Wu took out a jade bottle from his bosom and poured out two crimson pills.

The pills gleamed eerily in the candlelight and emitted a faint smell of blood.

"This is the Blood Fiend Pill," Zhang Wu said slowly. "It's a secret recipe of the Blood Lotus Sect, made with the essence and blood of martial artists. Taking one pill is equivalent to three years of arduous training."

Blood Lotus Cult!

Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan's expressions changed drastically.

"You...you actually colluded with a cult?!" Shen Tuhao suddenly stood up.

"Collusion?" Zhang Wu chuckled. "This is called mutual benefit. My two senior brothers, you've cultivated diligently for five years without making any progress. Do you just want to grow old and die in the Iron Skin Realm?"

He stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to the two men: "To tell you the truth, my Zhang family has some business dealings with the Black Tiger Gang."

The Black Tiger Gang was able to obtain this pill, and my Zhang family is responsible for its distribution. As for the source of the pill… you don't need to know.”

Pang Jingyuan's voice trembled: "What do you want us to do?"

"Simple." Zhang Wu turned around, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Send one hundred fresh corpses every month—martial artists are preferred, but refugees are also acceptable. The Black Tiger Gang will provide the pills accordingly."

"Murder?!" Shen Tu Hao roared. "Zhang Wu! Have you gone mad?! This is an outrageous and immoral act!"

"Heinous and immoral?" Zhang Wu laughed, his smile icy. "Those refugees are a waste of food just by living. Sending them on their way can get us some pills. Why not?"

"My two senior brothers, you've been trapped for five years. Don't you want to break through? Don't you want to see the scenery beyond the Copper Skin Realm?"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly released the pressure of the Bronze Skin Realm!

The overwhelming aura pressed down like a mountain, catching Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jing Yuan off guard. They groaned and staggered back three steps before barely managing to stand firm.

The five-year gap is now crystal clear!

"You... broke through?! And you're this strong?" Shen Tuhao exclaimed in disbelief.

"Indeed." Zhang Wu withdrew his oppressive aura. "Therefore, this is not a discussion, but an announcement. If you two senior brothers agree, you can receive a Blood Fiend Pill tonight. If you do not agree..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "People who know too many secrets usually don't live long. Besides, do you think you can escape from me?"

It was partly enticement and partly coercion.

Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan were both deathly pale.

We can't win.

There's no escaping it.

Even more terrifying was the allure of the Blood Fiend Pill, which, like the whispers of a devil, echoed endlessly in their hearts.

Five years... five years without any progress...

If I take this pill, I can break through...

Pang Jingyuan suddenly grabbed the pills on the table, tilted his head back, and swallowed them!

The heat bursts forth within my body, and the bottleneck that has plagued me for years begins to loosen!

"Old Pang!" Shen Tuhao exclaimed.

"Fourth Senior Brother..." Pang Jingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse, "We... have no choice."

Shen Tu Hao looked at the crimson pill, and at the desperate yet longing look in his old friend's eyes. Finally, with trembling hands, he grabbed the pill and swallowed it.

Heat flowed, and the bottleneck loosened.

After five years of arduous cultivation without a breakthrough, now a single pill may bring him success.

All notions of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and martial arts dignity vanish before this power.

"This is also what the eldest brother means. As long as you do your jobs well, you will be rewarded. You won't be shortchanged."

"At midnight tonight, at the mass grave south of the city." Zhang Wu tossed down two bottles of pills. "The Black Tiger Gang will be there to meet us."

Remember, one hundred corpses every month will ensure your rewards never stop. Consider these two bottles your joining bonus.

He pushed open the door and left.

Inside the room, only Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jing Yuan remained, along with the increasingly intense heat of their internal energy.

The mass grave south of the city was dark and windy.

Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan each carried two burlap sacks, which were stained with dark red blood.

Their faces were deathly pale, and their hands were trembling—this was the first time they had killed someone, and the victim was an unarmed refugee.

One hundred lives for two pills.

"Fourth Brother..." Pang Jingyuan's voice trembled, "We...can't turn back."

Shen Tu Hao gritted his teeth: "We've already come this far, what's the point of saying anything more? Think about the Copper Skin Realm! Think about those who look down on us!"

Three figures emerged from the darkness. The leader, masked, spoke in a hoarse voice: "Did you bring the goods?"

"I brought it..." Shen Tuhao threw down the sack.

The masked man nodded after examining it: "Not bad. This is a medicinal pill."

He tossed out two bottles of Blood Fiend Pills and added, "Next month, it'll still be 150 bodies."

"One hundred and fifty?!" Pang Jingyuan exclaimed. "Didn't you say one hundred?"

"The rules have changed," the masked man sneered. "Don't want to? Fine. But Senior Brother Zhang said that too many people know..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan felt ice-cold all over their bodies.

They knew they had been completely reduced to puppets.

The transaction was completed, and the masked man disappeared into the night with the sack.

Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jing Yuan, clutching the pills, stood at the edge of the mass grave, like two walking corpses.

Unbeknownst to them, behind a desolate grave not far away, Song Jing was quietly watching all of this.

Three days later, Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan found Sun Li and Liu Jiankun.

"My two junior brothers," Shen Tu Hao said with a friendly smile, "I've got a way to make money, want to join me?"

Sun Li asked warily, "What connections?"

"The Black Tiger Gang needs some 'goods,' ten taels of silver per body," Pang Jingyuan said in a low voice. "Refugees, beggars... anything goes."

Liu Jiankun's expression changed drastically: "Senior brother! You...you're killing people!"

"So what if I kill someone?" Shen Tu Hao's smile turned cold. "Those refugees are just wasting food. One hundred taels of silver for one hundred bodies, a thousand bodies a month, that's a thousand taels! You guys work your butts off at the martial arts school, how much do you earn in a year?"

Sun Li and Liu Jiankun exchanged a glance, a struggle flashing in their eyes.

They knew this was a road of no return.

But one or two taels of silver for a single body... that's too tempting.

"Senior brother, allow us... to think about it," Sun Li said hoarsely.

"Consider?" Pang Jingyuan suddenly grabbed Liu Jiankun by the neck. "Now that you know the secret, you either work together, or... die!"

The pressure from the early stage of the Copper Skin Realm caused Sun Li and Liu Jiankun to turn pale.

They were only at the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm, and had no power to resist Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jing Yuan.

"We...we'll do it!" Liu Jiankun managed to say with difficulty.

Pang Jingyuan released his grip and tossed each of them a Blood Fiend Pill: "This is the deposit. Tonight at midnight, the Black Tiger Gang will pick up the goods at Shili Slope outside the city."

That night, the moon was hidden and the stars were few.

Shen Tuhao, Pang Jingyuan, Sun Li, and Liu Jiankun, carrying sacks, quietly slipped out of the city gate and headed towards Shili Slope.

Unbeknownst to them, a dark figure had been following them the whole time.

Ten Mile Slope, deeper within the mass grave.

Three masked men were already waiting.

"Did you bring the goods?" the leader asked.

"I brought it." Shen Tuhao threw down the sack. "It's all fresh."

The masked man nodded after inspecting the goods: "Not bad. The pills are here. Follow me; this shipment needs to be delivered to the branch outside the city."

The group headed deeper into the mountains and forests.