Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The night was deep, and in the small bamboo house behind the martial arts school, the oil lamp flickered dimly.

Song Jing sat cross-legged, his brows slightly furrowed. He had just finished a night of legwork training, his clothes soaked with sweat, but he felt no sense of unease.

Although the Chasing Wind Leg Technique has been mastered to a certain extent and its speed is astonishing, it is ultimately a "lightness skill" leg technique, which focuses on dodging and surprise attacks and lacks the explosive power to kill with one blow.

When facing a truly formidable enemy, if you cannot kill them with a single blow and instead drag the fight into a protracted battle, you are very likely to fall into a passive position.

He needs a powerful, violent technique that can break the deadlock in one strike.

It's mainly for unforeseen circumstances; after all, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

If you get bogged down in a prolonged fight and wait for the other side to call for reinforcements, you'll definitely face endless trouble. You must strike decisively and kill them with one blow.

The next morning, he found Zhou Xingyun and poured out his doubts.

After listening, Zhou Xingyun remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "You kid, you have a long-term vision. Although the Chasing Wind Leg Technique is fast, it lacks the 'breakthrough' technique—without explosive power, no matter how fast the leg is, it can't penetrate iron armor."

Since his sparring session with his junior brother, Zhou Xingyun has changed his mind. He used to think that Junior Brother Song would at most stop at the final stage of the Skin Forging Realm, and even breaking through to the Iron Skin Realm would be extremely difficult.

Now things have changed somewhat. Perhaps he can really break through to the Copper Skin Realm, but there is absolutely no possibility of him breaking through to the Forging Skin Realm and then to the Melting Flesh Realm.

After all, my junior brother is still a bit weaker than me. Even I only have a tiny chance of breaking through to the second realm, and the hope is slim.

Why would I suddenly think that my junior brother could break through to the second realm!

What's wrong with me today? Why am I having such strange thoughts?

After regaining his composure, he lowered his voice and kindly advised, "Junior brother, you can't bite off more than you can chew. Our sect's Wind Chasing Leg Technique is actually already considered a mid-level technique."

You should focus your efforts on mastering and studying it thoroughly; breaking through to the second realm in the future will not be a problem.

You may have achieved some success in practicing the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, but you should continue to study and improve, rather than being overly ambitious and wasting your unique comprehension.

If one masters it, one can carve out a considerable niche for oneself.

Song Jing's eyes narrowed as he looked at his senior brother's earnest advice. He knew that his senior brother was doing it for his own good, and he also felt guilty about his senior brother taking the blame last time.

But senior brother can never truly know himself; after all, throughout history and across the world, the overpowered are always underestimated.

"I appreciate your kindness, senior brother, but I promise I won't fall behind in practicing our sect's martial art, the Wind Chasing Leg Technique."

"Junior brother just wants to try out some different leg techniques, it's just out of curiosity. He will definitely focus on the Chasing Wind Leg Technique and won't let it interfere with our business," Song Jing assured Senior Brother Zhou, patting his chest.

"Furthermore, I've recently reached a bottleneck in my practice of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, and I'd like to extract some commonalities and ideas from other martial arts techniques to help broaden my thinking and accelerate my cultivation." Song Jing still insisted on asking, "Senior Brother, do you have any connections?"

Seeing this, Zhou Xingyun noticed that Junior Brother Song insisted repeatedly, his expression stubborn. After hearing his pleading tone and reasons, Zhou Xingyun was moved and softened, and decided to help his junior brother one more time.

Zhou Xingyun looked around and, seeing no one was there, slowly said, "Nowadays, war is raging everywhere, warlords are carving up the land, the imperial court is in chaos, and the major sects are too busy to help themselves. Some have been wiped out, some have fled, and many martial arts manuals have been scattered throughout the martial world..."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further: "The black market is where all this stuff ends up."

"The black market?" Song Jing raised an eyebrow.

"That's right." Zhou Xingyun nodded. "Thirty miles outside Xiushui Village, there's a place called 'Ghost Tooth Pass.' It opens for business on the 7th, 17th, and 27th of each month at noon. On the surface, it's a trade in medicinal herbs and old soldiers, but it actually hides a secret—it sells martial arts techniques, secret skills, poisons, weapons, and even human lives."

"Cultivation techniques?" Song Jing's eyes lit up slightly.

"Yes," Zhou Xingyun said, "but it's hard to tell the real from the fake, and the prices are outrageously high. A tattered copy of 'Stone-Splitting Fist' costs two hundred taels of silver; half a scroll of 'Thunderbolt Leg' costs three hundred taels of silver."

A truly complete explosive martial arts technique generally costs at least four hundred taels of silver, and sword, saber, and spear techniques are even more shockingly expensive.

Furthermore, it requires matching weapons and the power of qi and blood to unleash the true power of the technique.

Such specialized weapons can only be created by adding special materials.

Such martial arts techniques often cost thousands of taels of silver, and the weapons are also shockingly expensive, sometimes even requiring one's life to obtain.

He looked at Song Jing, his tone grave: "If you really want to go, remember three things—first, don't show your face; second, don't trust anyone; third, don't be greedy. In the black market, nine out of ten are traps, and only one out of ten is an opportunity."

Song Jing nodded silently, having already made up his mind.

Before leaving, Senior Brother Zhou was still worried and kindly reminded him, "If you really want to go, then let's go together on the seventh day of the month, three days from now."

Song Jing already felt apologetic because of what happened last time, and his senior brother wanted to accompany him personally, so he refused, saying, "Senior brother, there's no need to go to such trouble. You know my personality and abilities."

"Being cautious is my style. I'm going alone, so I'm sure nothing will happen. Don't worry."

Zhou Xingyun pondered for a few seconds before explaining without hesitation, "Senior brother is not questioning junior brother's ability and strength, but senior brother also has some things to buy at that time."

I just heard that the bandits outside the city have gathered again and are showing signs of growing stronger. There are some things I need to find out, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to go with them.

Song Jing nodded and clasped his hands in a fist salute, instantly understanding his senior brother's intentions: "Alright then, thank you very much, senior brother."

Since Song Jing became a formal disciple a few days ago, Sun Li has become increasingly anxious, and his face has even looked somewhat haggard.

Meanwhile, in the east wing of the martial arts school, Sun Li tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The pale moonlight outside the window reflected the cold sweat on his forehead.

Since Song Jing officially became a citizen, his daily cultivation has become increasingly frantic—

He gets up at dawn to run up the mountain carrying heavy loads, inserts iron sand into his feet from morning until noon, practices his boxing a thousand times at 1 p.m., and takes a cold water bath to temper his body at 7 p.m.

His blood and qi were boiling, his muscles and bones were roaring, and even the stray dogs outside the courtyard wall were too scared to bark!

"He only took three months... and he went from Minor Completion of Skin Forging to the Ox-Hide Realm, and he passed it so easily, much easier than me?" Sun Li muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously digging into the edge of the bed. "I toiled for three months, working day and night like a slave for Senior Brother Zhang, just to obtain the Pain Relief Powder and Skin Tempering Ointment, barely managing to stabilize my Ox-Hide Realm... Could it be that he had already broken through and had been hiding it all along?"

A chill ran up my spine and up to the top of my head.

Youth has the upper hand!

He wasted his life trying to raise money, and at twenty-eight years old, his energy and blood were waning, and his reactions were not as good as before; while Song Jing was only nineteen, at his peak, with energy and blood surging like a river!

If the opponent truly has hidden strength... my limited experience is nothing but paper in the face of absolute speed and power!

What's even more terrifying is that Song Jing's gaze towards him is growing colder and colder.

That wasn't hatred, but... judgment.

Sun Li sat up abruptly, grabbed the wine jug, and took a big gulp.

"No...we have to find a way..." A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "Either win them over, or...destroy them!"