Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The same lotus pattern, the same bloody smell.

The second Blood Fiend Pill.

Holding two jade bottles, Song Jing stood amidst the corpses, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him.

Each of these two pills embodies the lives of several, or even a dozen, innocent people.

In order to break through the bottleneck, Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jing Yuan were willing to become lackeys of the Blood Lotus Sect, killing people and taking their blood in exchange for this evil pill.

But they never dared to take it until their deaths.

Was it fear? Fear of the pill's backlash? Fear of their foundation being destroyed? Or... was it the last vestige of conscience in their hearts that made them hesitate?

Song Jing didn't know, and didn't want to know.

He carefully put away the two Blood Fiend Pills and found more than forty taels of silver on Pang Jingyuan's body.

The night was deep, and the forest clearing reeked of blood.

Song Jing slowly withdrew his stance. He looked down at Sun Li's still wide-open eyes, filled with fear and resentment. The pent-up anger in his chest finally escaped with a long, satisfying exhale as the final, powerful kick swept out.

"call--"

I've been holding this in for far too long.

From the day he entered the school, Sun Li and Liu Jiankun, those two scoundrels, buzzed around him like flies.

The open and covert mockery and bullying, the seemingly harmless but actually sabotaging tactics, and the insidious collusion with the Black Tiger Gang outside the gambling den that day to cripple his hands and feet... all flashed before his eyes.

At that time, he lacked the strength to do so and could only endure it.

Like a traveler whose feet are hurt by pebbles, knowing there is sand in their shoes, they cannot stop to take off their shoes and empty them out, but can only endure the slight pain and keep walking forward step by step.

Now, the stones have finally been crushed.

A solid, grounding sensation came from the soles of my feet.

carefree!

The feeling of personally settling scores and completely eliminating threats is far more exhilarating than imagined. It's not some noble act of upholding justice; it's simply a primal and direct way of bringing things to a close.

It's like pulling out a thorn that's been stuck in your flesh for a long time; the moment the pain disappears, an unparalleled sense of ease and pleasure washes over you.

He turned his gaze to the other side, where Shen Tuhao and Pang Jingyuan lay prostrate on the ground, their lives hanging by a thread.

My feelings toward these two people are more complicated.

When they first entered the martial arts school, the fourth senior brother Shen Tu Hao practiced his leg techniques with great force, while the fifth senior brother Pang Jing Yuan's leg techniques were tricky and fierce.

They did indeed stop to watch him practice, nodding slightly, making them among the few seniors who never treated him coldly.

Unfortunately, they chose to side with their senior brother, Li Wei, at that time.

Song Jing originally didn't want to get too involved in the infighting within the martial arts school, but since he had already chosen sides, he was now an enemy.

The conflict between factions is not about right or wrong, but only about positions.

When they choose to act as accomplices to evil, that brief moment of admiration vanishes.

What is even more unforgivable is the wrong path they later embarked on.

Colluding with the Black Tiger Gang, massacring refugees, and exchanging the lives and blood of innocents for that evil Blood Fiend Pill... This is no longer a conflict between factions, but a complete fall into the demonic path.

Killing them left Song Jing feeling no emotion, nor the slightest bit of guilt.

It was like severing two withered branches that were entangled in poisonous vines and had completely rotted away.

They have long since abandoned the warriors' original intention to protect the weak, becoming puppets of desire and evil magic.

Sending them on their way is not only about cleaning house, but also about seeking a long-overdue and unknown justice for those displaced people who died unjustly in sacks.

The night wind blew, carrying with it the stench of blood and burnt flesh from the forest.

Song Jing stood amidst four gradually cooling corpses, feeling the surging blood and qi within his body from the fierce battle, and also feeling the emptiness of having completely removed the boulder in his heart called "old grudges".

The road ahead remains fraught with thorns; the threat of Li Wei, the shadow of the Blood Lotus Sect, the conspiracy of the Black Tiger Gang... all stand like towering mountains blocking the way.

But at least, the quagmire behind us has been overcome.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the martial arts school, his eyes as sharp as the rising cold stars.

The grudges are settled; it's time to move on.

The road ahead must be forged step by step with even stronger determination.

Song Jing put away what he had obtained and then carefully examined the surroundings.

After confirming that nothing was missing, he picked up the eight sacks containing the corpses, piled them together, and lit a fire tinderbox.

The flames rose, engulfing the evil and the remains of those who died unjustly.

Song Jing took a few steps back, staring at the leaping flames, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

Two Blood Fiend Pills... If he were to consume them, combined with his current accumulation of resources, he would have a 100% chance of breaking through to the Bronze Iron Skin Realm.

By then, he won't be far from reaching the Bronze Skin Realm. After breaking through to the Bronze Skin Realm, even Senior Brother Li Wei won't be able to do anything to him.

He turned and disappeared into the night.

The jade bottle in his arms felt heavy, like two mountains pressing down on his heart.

Song Jing quickened his pace and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Behind them, flames soared into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky.

A new scheme has quietly taken shape in the boy's mind.

He was quite pleased to find a Blood Fiend Pill, and then took out a tinderbox from his pocket and lit the sack.

The firelight gradually rose, illuminating his cold profile.

He took one last look at this scene of carnage, then turned and disappeared into the night.

Leave no name, leave no trace.

Only the burning corpses and the acrid smell in the air testified to everything that happened tonight.

The following morning, the tragic scene at Shilipo was discovered by villagers who had gone into the mountains to collect medicinal herbs.

Corpses, charred remains, bloodstains, broken trees... a horrifying sight.

County officials quickly arrived and cordoned off the scene. When the news reached the Commandant's Office, Chen Yanzhou was having breakfast.

"My lord!" Lu Beichen rushed in, his expression grave. "Something has happened at Shili Slope."

Twenty-four bodies of refugees were discovered, along with four corpses of martial artists—identified as Shen Tu Hao, Pang Jingyuan, Sun Li, and Liu Jiankun from the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School.

There were signs of a fierce struggle at the scene, as well as evidence of a burned body.

Chen Yanzhou put down his chopsticks, his brow furrowing slightly: "People from the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School? What are they doing at Shili Slope?"

"I have examined the bodies of those eight refugees..." Lu Beichen lowered his voice, "Their necks were broken, and they were killed with clean and efficient methods."

Shen Tu Hao and his three companions lost all their belongings, and their deaths were extremely gruesome, especially Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jingyuan—both arms were severed and their spines were shattered. The attacker was ruthless and possessed extremely high cultivation.

Chen Yanzhou pondered for a moment: "What do you think?"

"Two possibilities," Lu Beichen analyzed. "First, it's a case of double-crossing. Shen Tuhao and his group might have been 'collecting' corpses for some organization and were subsequently silenced. Second... someone discovered their activities and took action to eliminate them."

He paused, then added, "No clues were left at the scene that could prove the killer's identity. But I noticed one thing—Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jing Yuan are at the peak of the Iron Skin Realm, while Sun Li and Liu Jian Kun are at the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm."

To be able to kill four people in one night without leaving a trace... the killer's cultivation level is at least at the mid-stage of the Copper Skin Realm, or even higher.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Chen Yanzhou's eyes: "Chasing Wind Martial Arts School... that old fox Lin Xuanyue, the disciples he teaches are all more interesting than the last."

"What does Your Excellency mean?"

"Pass down the order: this case will be taken over by the Commandant's Office." Chen Yanzhou stood up and walked to the window. "Tell the outside world that Shen Tuhao and others colluded with bandits to harm innocent people. They were discovered by righteous men and died in a fierce battle. As for the eight bodies of the refugees... give them a proper burial and provide compensation to their families."

Lu Beichen was taken aback: "Sir, aren't we going to investigate the murderer?"

"Investigate what?" Chen Yanzhou turned around, smiled meaningfully, "The killers are 'righteous men,' and the rescuers are also 'righteous men.' The more of these kinds of people, the better."

Lu Beichen suddenly understood: "I understand!"

Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, main hall.

Master Lin Xuanyue sat in the main seat, his face ashen. Below him, disciples Zhou Xingyun, Li Wei, Zhuo Bufan, and others stood on either side, the atmosphere heavy.

"Shen Tu Hao, Pang Jingyuan, Sun Li, Liu Jiankun..." Lin Xuanyue slowly recited four names, his voice icy cold. "They colluded with the Black Tiger Gang, slaughtered refugees, and used people to refine pills. Now their corpses lie strewn across the wilderness. Tell me, where does my Chasing Wind Martial Arts School put its face?!"

The disciples lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Zhou Xingyun stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Master, I have already learned the details of this matter from Lord Lu of the Commandant's Office."

Shen Tuhao and his accomplices deserved their fate and should not be spared.

But... that righteous man who intervened was truly kind-hearted and chivalrous!

Admiration flashed in his eyes: "To fight four against one, kill the traitor, burn the evidence, and avenge those innocent refugees... Such actions are truly exemplary for a martial artist!"

Lin Xuanyue's expression softened slightly: "Xingyun is right. Although this person is ruthless, he killed those who deserved to die and saved innocent civilians."

Our Chasing Wind Martial Arts School should take this as a lesson!

He surveyed his disciples and declared sternly, "From this day forward, all disciples of my martial arts school must strictly abide by the rules and uphold justice. Anyone who colludes with evil forces or harms the innocent—like Shen Tu Hao—will suffer the same fate!"

"Yes!" the disciples replied in unison.

Li Wei stood in the crowd, his face calm, but his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jingyuan… those two idiots! We asked them to do something, and they got caught in the crossfire! Luckily, no evidence was left at the scene, otherwise…

He glanced at Song Jing out of the corner of his eye and found that his junior brother's expression was normal and his eyes were clear, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Could it be... not him?

Li Wei was filled with doubts.

After the meeting, Zhou Xingyun found Song Jing and sighed, "Junior brother, do you know what happened last night?"

Song Jing nodded: "I've heard about it. Fourth Senior Brother and the others... sigh."

"Yes," Zhou Xingyun sighed. "Although I didn't get along with them, I never imagined they would stoop to such a low level."

That righteous man, however... is truly admirable.

If I have the chance, I will definitely want to get to know them.

Song Jing smiled slightly: "Senior brother has a chivalrous heart. If that person knew, he would surely be pleased."

Zhou Xingyun patted him on the shoulder: "Let's not talk about this anymore."

The martial arts school rivalry is imminent; junior brother, you must prepare well.

The two chatted for a few more minutes before going their separate ways.

Song Jing returned to the courtyard, closed the door, and the gentle smile on his face gradually faded.

He went into the courtyard and began practicing his skills.

Swallows flitting about, fleeting shadows, broken streams, startled swans...

The wind howled as his legs moved, and his figure flashed like lightning.

He was very relaxed and at ease in last night's battle.

Even if those people attacked him, they couldn't break through his defense.

That night, he finally killed Sun Li, that scoundrel, who used to swagger around with Liu Jiankun every day.

It feels so good to kill your enemy with your own hands.

While the Golden Bell Cover provides strong passive defense, it may not be able to completely defend against poisoned weapons or special techniques used by the opponent.

"Not strong enough."

Song Jing stopped his attack and looked up at the sky.

Li Wei's suspicions, the threat from the Blood Lotus Cult, the Black Tiger Gang's conspiracy... all these require greater strength to deal with.

He took out the remaining Blood Fiend Pill that had been seized.

The crimson pill rolled in his palm, emitting an alluring aroma.

Swallowing it will allow you to break through to the late stage of the Iron Skin Realm in one fell swoop.