Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 97 The Medicine Shop Turmoil, Taking Fatty Flying

One day later, outside Tianshui City, at the Xu Family Pharmacy.

The afternoon sun shone brightly, casting dappled light and shadow on the smooth floor through the carved wooden windows. The apothecary was filled with the aroma of mixed herbs, not particularly pleasant, but possessing a calming power.

Several employees were busy behind the counter, dispensing medicine, weighing it, and bandaging it, their movements practiced and efficient.

Song Jing changed into ordinary blue clothes, his aura concealed as if he were a normal person, and slowly walked into the medicine hall. His complexion had regained its rosy hue, and his internal injuries had mostly healed under the nourishment of the century-old blood ginseng, but he still needed to rest. He had come today to purchase some high-quality wound medicine and Qi-strengthening pills for unforeseen circumstances. In the martial world, especially in his current situation, healing medicine was indispensable.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" A quick-witted waiter approached with a professional smile. He didn't recognize that the seemingly ordinary young man before him was the person who had been the center of attention in the outer city these past few days.

"Ten bottles of the finest wound medicine. Five bottles of Guyuan Dan. And three boxes of Huoxue San." Song Jing said calmly.

The shop assistant's eyes lit up—this was a big customer! He quickly agreed and turned to go to the back room to fetch the goods. The quality of the medicinal herbs from Xu Family Pharmacy was renowned throughout the outer city, and the prices were naturally high. It was rare to see an ordinary martial artist buying so much at once.

While waiting, Song Jing casually glanced around the pharmacy. His gaze sharpened slightly as it swept over the side door.

A familiar figure was struggling to move through the side door, carrying a huge sack almost as tall as himself. The man was much thinner than before, but his back was ramrod straight; it was Fatty Chen.

The sack was heavy, and it seemed to contain some kind of herbal root. Fatty Chen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, taking one slow, deliberate step after another. Sweat streamed down his dust-covered face, leaving dark stains on the ground.

"What are you dawdling for! There are still more than a dozen bags waiting to be moved!" A middle-aged manager in a silk shirt stood inside the door, impatiently scolding him.

Fatty Chen kept his head down and didn't say a word, only quickening his pace. When he finally unloaded the sack in the corner and straightened up, panting heavily, he looked up and met Song Jing's gaze.

Eyes facing each other.

Fatty Chen was taken aback at first, seemingly not recognizing the composed and neatly dressed young man. But when he saw Song Jing's calm eyes, he shuddered violently, his dirty face instantly filled with unbelievable ecstasy. He opened his mouth, but something seemed to be blocking his throat, and he could only make a "gurgling" sound. His eyes immediately reddened.

"Jing—Brother Jing?!" He finally found his voice, hoarse and trembling. He hurriedly wiped his dirty hands on his body, wanting to come over, but then he looked at his body covered in dust and sweat, and hesitated.

Song Jing walked over, a long-lost, genuine smile on his face, and patted Fatty Chen's shoulder forcefully—it felt like it was made of bone. "Fatty, long time no see. Working at the pharmacy?"

"Yes! Yes!" Fatty Chen nodded repeatedly, so excited he was incoherent. "Brother Jing, you, what are you doing here? I, I heard—I heard—" He suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened, his voice was extremely low but couldn't hide the shock, "Brother Jing! It's all over the place, saying that there's a guy named Song Jing at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School who defeated Senior Brother Li Wei! And, and became the school's master?! Is, is it you?!"

He asked cautiously, his eyes filled with anticipation, trepidation, and a hint of hope he himself could hardly believe. He desperately hoped it was just a coincidence of sharing the same name, but a voice deep inside screamed: It must be Brother Jing! It can only be Brother Jing!

Song Jing smiled but didn't answer directly. He simply said, "You don't need to do any work. Let's find a place and talk."

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The manager already harbored resentment towards Fatty Chen—Fatty Chen's sister was merely a concubine taken by the old master of the Xu family, holding a low status. This manager, relying on being a distant relative of the old lady of the Xu family, wielded considerable power in the pharmacy and frequently nitpicked at Fatty Chen to establish his authority.

Seeing a strange young man dare to make Fatty Chen abandon his work right in front of him, the foreman flew into a rage and said to Song Jing in a sarcastic tone, "Who do you think you are? You think you can decide whether he does his work or not? Do you really think you're that famous hero Song Jing from outside the city?"

Song Jing maintained a faint smile. He wasn't about to bother with such a petty person, and calmly said, "Just call your young master Xu out."

"Ha! What arrogance!" The manager, as if he'd heard the funniest joke, became even more agitated. "Who do you think you are? You think you can see our young master Xu? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror!"

Fatty Chen stood by, sweat beading on his forehead in anxiety. In his mind, although Song Jing had joined the martial arts school, he should only be an ordinary disciple. Even if he was as powerful as the rumors suggested—that was too unbelievable! He couldn't accept it for the moment, and he wasn't sure. Seeing that Song Jing seemed to have "angered" the manager, he was afraid of implicating his sister, and even more afraid of causing trouble for Song Jing.

"Brother Jing, let it go," Fatty Chen advised in a low voice. "It won't hurt for me to work here one more day. At least the Xu family took me in, and things are much better than before—it's just that I can't help my sister much, and I often cause her to suffer. After I finish work today, I'll find you tonight for a good get-together and talk about what's been going on these past few days!"

Song Jing shook his head, his tone gentle but firm: "No need to wait until tonight. You can leave once Young Master Xu arrives. Don't worry, you won't have to work here anymore."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Chen felt even more uneasy. Brother Jing's words were too confident and assertive—could it be that he had really become a big shot? But what if Brother Jing was just young and impetuous, making boastful claims? If he really abandoned his post today, his sister's life in the Xu family's backyard would probably be even more difficult. She would inevitably be scolded by Old Madam Xu again, and might even be implicated and punished.

To be on the safe side, Fatty Chen gritted his teeth and politely declined, saying, "Brother Jing, I appreciate your kind offer."

But this work—I'll finish it first. I'll definitely come find you tonight!

Seeing that Fatty Chen was "sensible," the manager became even more smug and sneered, "Did you hear that? He's doing this willingly! Don't try to act all high and mighty here!" He turned to an apprentice beside him and winked, "Go, invite Young Master Xu over! Tell him someone is causing trouble here, disrupting the pharmacy's business!"

He had already made up his mind: Young Master Xu was the eldest son of the Xu family and an inner disciple of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School. His cultivation had already reached the Iron Skin Realm, making him a formidable fighter among the younger generation in the outer city. As long as the young master arrived, he would definitely teach this arrogant brat a lesson, avenge himself, and show others what the consequences would be for causing trouble at the Xu family's pharmacy!

"Kid, you said it yourself, you told me to call Young Master Xu." The steward glanced at Song Jing with a gloating look. "When the young master arrives, don't be so cowardly as to wet your pants and run away!"

Song Jing simply stood there calmly, seemingly oblivious to his provocation.

Before long, a series of hurried footsteps approached. Xu had received a message from his apprentice and was rushing over. He spotted the figure of the young man in blue robes at the entrance of the pharmacy from afar, and felt that he looked somewhat familiar. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickened his pace.

"Young Master, it's this man!" The apprentice pointed at Song Jing, embellishing the story, "He said Fatty Chen is fired and even dared to demand to see you!"

Upon seeing Xu Qian, the steward reacted as if he'd seen a savior, immediately adopting an aggrieved and indignant expression as he rushed forward, saying, "Young Master, you've finally arrived! It's this kid who not only made Fatty Chen slack off, but also spoke rudely to our Xu family! It's simply—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu had already seen Song Jing's face clearly. His pupils suddenly contracted, his face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat instantly seeped out from his forehead!

It's Song Jing! The very same Song Jing who swept Li Wei aside in the martial arts school rivalry, who now holds absolute power at the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School, and whose authority is so great that even the school's master, Zhuo Bufan, has to show him respect! He is also the Xu family's greatest reliance and benefactor!

The steward continued his incessant rant: "Young Master, this kind of madman must be taught a lesson, his legs must be broken, so he'll know what's what."

"Smack!!!"