Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 98: Young Master Xu Apologizes, Then Leads His Brothers to Fly

A crisp, loud slap landed hard on the manager's face!

The force was so great that it sent him spinning around on the spot. He stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground with a thud. Half of his cheek swelled up at a visible speed, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he saw stars before his eyes.

"Young...Young Master—you...you've hit the wrong person—" The steward covered his face, his head buzzing, feeling both wronged and bewildered. "It's...it's that kid—I...I'm your distant cousin—I'm going to tell the Old Madam, and she'll definitely—"

"I'm going to beat you up, you blind bastard!" Xu interrupted sharply, trembling with anger, pointing at the manager's nose and cursing, "Do you know who this is? Huh?! This is Senior Brother Song Jing from the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School!"

He's a powerhouse who could even defeat Senior Brother Li Wei head-on! He's someone even the current martial arts school owner treats with utmost respect! Who do you think you are, daring to speak ill of Senior Brother Song?! I think you're tired of living!

He grew angrier with each word, kicking the steward in the shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground: "You dare bring up the old lady? Just wait and see! When she finds out, will she break your legs first, or skin you alive? If my father finds out you dared to offend Senior Brother Song, you'll see if you'll even have a place in the Xu family anymore!"

This series of angry curses and slaps not only stunned the manager, but also left Fatty Chen and several other employees dumbfounded.

Fatty Chen stared wide-eyed at Xu Qian, who was all smiles and respectful to Song Jing, and then at Song Jing, who was calm and seemed to have done nothing of importance. His mind went completely blank.

Really—Jing-ge really defeated Li Wei? Really become a big shot that even the young master of the Xu family has to respect?!

After scolding the manager, Xu immediately turned around and bowed deeply to Song Jing, his face full of guilt and fear: "Senior Brother Song, I'm so sorry! It's because the Xu family hasn't disciplined him properly, allowing this snobbish wretch to offend you! You can take Brother Chen Fatty with you, and the Xu family will pay him his wages in full from now on! Now that he's joined the martial arts school, he's practically a fellow disciple of mine, and the Xu family would never dare to neglect him!"

He paused, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and pointed at the steward who was slumped on the ground, his face ashen, saying, "As for this bastard, how dare he disrespect Senior Brother Song! I'll stand up for the Xu family and break both his legs, throw him out of the pharmacy, and let him fend for himself! Even if my father and grandmother find out about this, they won't say a word!"

Song Jing glanced at the pale-faced, trembling steward, then at the anxious, still dreaming Chen Pangzi, but felt little emotion.

He had seen far too many of these petty people who bully others by taking advantage of their power, and they weren't even worth getting angry over.

He nodded slightly: "Junior Brother Xu is too kind. You can handle this small matter."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your magnanimity, Senior Brother Song!" Xu Qian quickly replied, a huge weight lifted from his heart. He knew that Song Jing was no longer holding a grudge.

Song Jing said no more and waved to Fatty Chen: "Fatty, let's go."

Fatty Chen snapped out of his daze, hurriedly exclaimed "Hey!" and, ignoring the dust covering his body, jogged to catch up with Song Jing.

He glanced back at the steward, who was slumped on the ground, his face filled with despair, then at Xu Qian, who was smiling obsequiously at him, and finally at the tall, calm figure in front of him. He felt a mix of emotions, but more than anything, he felt an indescribable excitement and pride.

His Jing-ge is really different now.

The two walked out of the pharmacy, sunlight falling on their shoulders. Behind them, they heard Xu's cold orders and the steward's pitiful pleas, but these were quickly drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the street.

For Song Jing, it was just a speck of dust that he casually brushed away.

But for Fatty Chen, and for those struggling little people at the bottom of society, this was the beginning of a world-shaking change.

The two were walking on the road at that moment.

When Fatty Chen recalled Song Jing's calm smile and Xu's previous words, the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished instantly!

That reaction, that composure—who else could it be but Brother Jing?!

Overwhelmed by immense joy, he lost all reason. He grabbed Song Jing's arm, trembling with excitement, his voice trembling: "Holy crap! Brother Jing! It really was you?! You... how did you do that?! That Li Wei—that's Li Wei! The senior disciple of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School! A master of the Bronze Skin Realm! Who in the outer city doesn't know him?! How did you—how did you defeat him?! Just how powerful are you now?!"

His barrage of questions drew the attention of others.

Song Jing pulled the excited Fatty Chen to a quiet corner.

Fatty Chen continued to stare at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"It's a long story, but it's nothing more than diligent study and a bit of luck," Song Jing said simply, not wanting to elaborate on the dangers involved. "I didn't accept the position of headmaster; I gave it to my second senior brother."

"You...you gave up?!" Fatty Chen was surprised again, then sighed, "Brother Jing, you're still so indifferent. But then again, Brother Jing, you have lofty ambitions, you definitely wouldn't look down on the owner of this little outlying city." He had blind faith in Song Jing.

Just then, the faint sound of storytelling drifted from the teahouse next door into the pharmacy: "—On that day, at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts Academy, the place was packed with people, a fierce battle for the position of headmaster! Then, the young hero Song Jing appeared out of nowhere! His Chasing Wind Leg Technique was masterful, possessing unfathomable power! He fought three hundred rounds with the senior brother Li Wei, until the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light! In the end, Young Hero Song delivered a 'Flying Immortal Kick from Beyond the Heavens,' sending Li Wei flying backward, coughing up blood, defeated on the spot! Truly, a hero emerges from among the young, greatly enhancing the reputation of our outer city! From then on, the name of Young Hero Song resounded throughout the outer city—"

The storyteller's voice, with its ups and downs, drew cheers from the teahouse patrons.

Fatty Chen listened with great enthusiasm, as if he himself were the one displaying such power. He nudged Song Jing, winked, and whispered, "Brother Jing, listen to this! You're a big celebrity now! The teahouse is talking about you every day! It's a bit exaggerated though—but Brother Jing, you're really amazing!"

Song Jing shook his head helplessly. Rumors in the marketplace always get more and more outrageous as they spread!

"It's just an empty reputation, don't worry about it." Song Jing said seriously, "Fatty, I've come to see you today because I have something important to discuss."

"Brother Jing, you say it!" Fatty Chen immediately stopped smiling and listened attentively.

"Would you be willing to join the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School and formally learn martial arts?" Song Jing asked.

Fatty Chen was stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg. After a long while, he stammered, "Join...join the martial arts school? Me...me? Brother Jing, you're kidding me. Someone like me—how could a martial arts school accept me? They'd have to pay a lot of money—"

"You don't need to worry about the money. I've already made arrangements with the martial arts school." Song Jing interrupted him. "It's not just you, but also Monkey, his sister Xiao Chan, and my older brother Song Yi. All four of you will join the martial arts school together. The school will arrange dedicated instructors to guide you, and resources will be treated equally."

"One, together? Monkey? Xiao Chan? Brother Song Yi?" Fatty Chen was completely dumbfounded, the overwhelming sense of happiness making him dizzy.

Entering a martial arts school and formally learning martial arts was something these impoverished youths from the bottom of society never dared to dream of!

And now, it's actually come true so easily? And with the whole family going together?

"Brother Jing—I, I—" Fatty Chen's nose tingled, and tears almost fell.

He knew that Song Jing was protecting them in his own way, and finding a more hopeful way out for them in this chaotic world.

"Alright, stop being so dramatic, you're a grown man." Song Jing patted him again. "Go to the docks now and find Monkey, then go home and call Xiao Chan, and then go to Willow Lane in the West City to find my older brother."

Tell him it was me who said he should get ready to go to the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School with you. Once there, go directly to Second Senior Brother Zhuo Bufan and tell him it was me who sent you; he'll make the arrangements.

"Okay! Okay! I'll go right now! Right away!" Fatty Chen wiped his eyes, full of energy, and turned to run.

"Wait," Song Jing called out to him, taking out a small money pouch from his pocket and handing it to him. "Here's some silver. Take it and buy yourselves, Xiao Chan, and Big Brother some decent clean clothes, and then go out for a good meal. Entering the martial arts school is a new beginning, so cheer up."

Fatty Chen clutched the heavy money bag, his throat tightening, and nodded emphatically, "Yes! Brother Jing, don't worry!"

Watching Fatty Chen dash out the door like a whirlwind, Song Jing smiled gently.

The fact that he could provide these people he cared about with a relatively stable starting point and the ability to protect themselves made him feel that their previous support had paid off and that their decision was worthwhile.

At this moment, the shop assistant also packed up the medicinal herbs that Song Jing wanted and delivered them.

After paying, Song Jing carried the medicine bag out of Xu Family Pharmacy.

The sun was shining brightly, and the streets were bustling with activity.

He glanced back in the direction of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, then recalled the token Lu Beichen had given him the night before, and thought of Li Wei, Qin Yue, and the Blood Lotus Sect still lurking in the shadows—

"The road ahead is still long," he murmured to himself, his eyes regaining their sharpness and determination. He took a step forward and merged into the crowd.

Meanwhile, in every corner of the outer city, the legend of the young hero Song Jing was still being told and circulated by storytellers and ordinary people in teahouses, taverns, and streets.

They only knew that he had defeated a powerful enemy and declined the invitation from the master, but they did not know what kind of life-and-death struggle and undercurrents lay behind this glory and indifference.

A new storm is brewing beneath the seemingly calm surface.