Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

After killing Wang Shilong, Song Jing did not leave immediately.

He quickly looked around to make sure there was no one in the depths of the forest before crouching down and beginning to carefully search Wang Shilong's body.

First, he checked the pockets of his outer robe, finding only a few taels of loose silver and some insignificant odds and ends. "He really is a pauper," Song Jing thought with a hint of mockery, but his actions continued.

Next, at his waist, there was nothing but a token representing an inner disciple of the Broken Moon Martial Arts School.

Song Jing frowned slightly. Could it be that Wang Shilong's breakthrough was so rapid that he didn't carry the Blood Fiend Pill with him?

Or is it that he didn't break through using the evil pill? Impossible, his aura is weak and his foundation is unstable, he must have taken a shortcut.

Undeterred, he tore open Wang Shilong's inner shirt and finally felt something hard in the inner pocket.

Pull open the stitching and take out a flat jade box about the size of a palm.

The jade box was exquisitely crafted and had a warm, smooth feel. It was unmarked, but it faintly exuded a bloody stench that Song Jing found repulsive.

"Found it." He opened the jade box, inside which lay two blood-red pills, the Blood Fiend Pills, lined with soft silk. Blood-red patterns flowed across the surface of the pills, emanating a rich aura of blood and a faint resentment.

"One..." Song Jing's eyes narrowed slightly. This number was enough for an Iron Skin Realm martial artist to forcibly break through the bottleneck, but it would also leave behind huge hidden dangers.

Wang Shilong probably broke through to the mid-stage of the Copper Skin Realm through this, and because of this, his foundation was unstable, which led to his being killed by himself.

After carefully putting the jade box away, Song Jing continued to search, not missing any possible hiding places.

He made another discovery in the lining of the corpse's boots—a small package carefully wrapped in oiled paper.

Unwrapping the oil paper revealed two neatly folded silver notes inside.

By the faint moonlight filtering through the leaves, Song Jing stared intently, and his heart skipped a beat!

Each note is worth one hundred taels! Two notes would be two hundred taels!

"Two hundred taels!" Even Song Jing, with his calm and composed nature, couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, his eyes instantly gleaming with surprise! This was an unexpected joy, a timely help in his time of need!

He had already exhausted all the silver he had saved up in order to break through to the Bronze Skin Realm.

The high-quality tempering pills left by Li Ling Shuang are excellent, but they only aid in tempering. Consolidating one's cultivation level and advancing to the mid-stage still requires a massive amount of resources. These two hundred taels of silver are just what I needed in the first place!

"With these two hundred taels, plus these two Blood Fiend Pills..." Song Jing quickly calculated in his mind.

Although he despised the method of refining the Blood Fiend Pill, the immense power of blood and qi contained within it was genuine.

If used properly, combined with the remaining medicinal power of the high-quality Skin Tempering Pill, it may greatly shorten the time to break through to the mid-stage of the Copper Skin Realm!

"It seems I can break through to the mid-stage of the Copper Skin Realm ahead of schedule!" This thought ignited a burning desire within him. Strength was the greatest asset in this chaotic world. The sooner he broke through, the more he could protect himself, and the more certain he was to settle old scores!

He suppressed the urge to immediately take the pill, quickly cleaned up the traces at the scene, dragged Wang Shilong's body to a hidden ditch and buried it, and carefully removed the bloodstains and damaged vegetation left from the fight.

Having done all this, he vanished from the forest like a ghost disappearing into the night.

However, Song Jing did not return directly to the martial arts school.

Wang Shilong is dead, but his family, the Wang clan, is likely deeply connected to the Blood Fiend Pill. Eradicate evil completely, nip it in the bud!

With his familiarity with the terrain of the outer city of Tianshui, Song Jing easily found the location of the Wang family mansion—a deep courtyard house in the southeast of the city, more impressive than ordinary wealthy households, but far less profound than the true aristocratic families in the inner city.

It was late at night, and the gates of the Wang family mansion were tightly shut. Only two dilapidated lanterns swayed in the night wind, illuminating the two slightly worn stone lions at the entrance.

The entire mansion was silent; most people were already asleep.

Song Jing did not enter through the main gate. He circled around to the side of the mansion, using the Wind Step and Swallow Step together, his figure as nimble as a cat as he leaped over the high wall and landed in the courtyard without making a sound.

He moved silently among the pavilions, towers, corridors, and artificial hills, like a shadow, avoiding the occasional night patrollers.

After his five senses were enhanced, he could clearly hear the breathing sounds coming from different rooms and distinguish which were martial artists and which were ordinary people.

His goal was clear—to find places where the Blood Fiend Pills or other incriminating evidence might be hidden, especially secret rooms, studies, or storerooms that Wang Shilong might use.

However, as he stealthily crept to the vicinity of a secluded storage room in the backyard of the Wang family, an extremely strong, nauseating smell of blood and a faint stench of decay drifted into his nostrils on the night breeze.

"Hmm?" Song Jing frowned. This smell... was too strong. It didn't smell like chickens or sheep being slaughtered.

He held his breath and pressed himself against the tightly closed, seemingly ordinary yet unusually heavy wooden door of the storage room. He listened intently; it was quiet inside, but his keen senses told him that there seemed to be a hollow echo coming from beneath the room.

"A secret room?" Song Jing's eyes turned cold. He activated his Golden Bell Shield to protect himself, gently pushed open the unlocked wooden door, and slipped inside.

The storage room was filled with old furniture and discarded items, and was covered in a thick layer of dust.

However, there were several fresh drag marks on the ground, extending all the way to a dilapidated wardrobe about half a person's height in the corner.

Song Jing moved the wardrobe aside, and behind it was a movable bluestone slab!

Lifting the stone slab, an even stronger stench, a mixture of blood, decay, and some kind of medicinal smell, rose into the air. Below was a downward stone staircase, with a dim yellow light faintly visible in the depths.

Without hesitation, he slowly descended the stone steps.

After descending about a dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up. It was a secret underground chamber, about three zhang square, with several torches sticking out of the walls, illuminating the room.

The scene inside the secret room sent chills down Song Jing's spine, even though he was used to fighting and had just killed several people.

In the center of the secret chamber was a simple stone platform, on which were scattered some bloodstained knives, copper basins, funnels and other items. Next to it were several animal skin books stained with dark red dirt and containing twisted runes—the Blood Lotus Sect's alchemy manuals!

Even more shocking was the sight of seven or eight corpses haphazardly piled up in one corner of the secret room!

There were men and women, most of them dressed in rags, with pale faces and fatal wounds on their necks or chests, clearly having died recently and had their blood drained.

Judging from their attire, they were mostly vagrants and beggars!

In another corner, there were even more skeletons scattered about, numbering no less than eighty or ninety!

Some bones still bear traces of being scraped and drilled with sharp instruments, clearly indicating that they were used to extract bone marrow or certain parts of the bone!

This is not a warehouse at all, but a small, well-hidden human body workshop and corpse storage site!

The Wang family was secretly processing "materials" for the Blood Lotus Sect, and might even have tried to crudely refine Blood Fiend Pills themselves!

"Utterly depraved!" Song Jing's eyes blazed with fury. He finally understood where Wang Shilong's two Blood Fiend Pills came from and why the Wang family was so "glorious" today.

This was built with human lives and blood!

"This place cannot be left untouched! Nor can the Wang family remain here!"

Without further hesitation, he quickly searched the secret room.

Besides the disgusting "materials" and notes, he found a small jade box in a hidden compartment under the stone platform, containing a Blood Fiend Pill and about three hundred taels of silver notes.

"Very good, we've wiped them out in one fell swoop." Song Jing put away all the pills, silver notes, and the few notebooks that could be used as evidence.

He took one last look at the hellish chamber, his eyes devoid of any pity.

He took out a tinderbox from his pocket, lit the animal-hide notebooks, and threw them onto the pile of dry firewood.

Seemingly intending to use it to burn waste, they threw torches at the corpses and skeletons.

The flames quickly spread, licking at the sins.

Song Jing left the secret room, covered the bluestone slab, and restored the wardrobe to its original state.

He did not leave immediately, but instead, like a vengeful Yama, he silently crept through the various courtyards of the Wang family.

Tonight, almost all the key figures of the Wang family are in this mansion.

Those sleeping, unsuspecting Wang family warriors and stewards had their necks snapped or their heart meridians shattered in their sleep.

Song Jing acted swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly, without alerting too many people.

Occasionally, an alert martial artist would awaken and fight back, but they were no match for him.

In less than half an hour, the magnificent mansion fell into complete silence.

Song Jing stood in the main courtyard, looking at the house that had swallowed countless innocent lives. He took out another tinderbox from his pocket and lit the curtains of the main house.

Fueled by the night wind, the fire spread rapidly and soon engulfed the entire Wang family mansion.

The towering flames dyed half of the night sky red, and thick smoke billowed, mixed with the stench of burning flesh.

A commotion of voices began to rise in the distance; it was the voices of neighboring residents and night patrolmen who had been alerted by the fire and the commotion.

Song Jing took one last look at the sea of ​​fire, then his figure flashed and completely disappeared into the darkness, speeding towards the martial arts school.

The next morning, news that the Wang family had been burned down and their entire family wiped out spread like a plague throughout the outer city of Tianshui.