Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The Black Tiger Gang's headquarters was deathly silent, like a graveyard.

He Dabiao knelt on the bluestone ground, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, cold sweat sliding down his temples.

He dared not raise his head, much less look at the sinister figure above him, the gang leader Tu Jiu.

"Snapped!"

The ledger was slammed down in front of him, the pages scattered, the ink stains glaring.

"Forty-two taels and seven mace!" Tu Jiu's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a viper's hiss. "Plus half a bottle of premium skin-tempering ointment, two martial arts seeds... all gone! The people are dead, the stuff is gone, and we can't even find the bodies!"

He Dabiao, you swore to me back then that you would borrow those two and that you would definitely succeed.

Now? Tell me!

"Have you utterly disgraced the Black Tiger Gang?"

The leaders below the hall were utterly silent, holding their breath.

He Dabiao's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembling: "Your subordinate... Your subordinate has investigated and found out that the Dragon and Tiger Duo were attacked on their way back..."

"Bullshit!" Tu Jiu slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. "Iron-Headed King Kong just died last month, and his valuables were stolen."

Now the Dragon and Tiger Duo are dead again, and we've lost money and goods once more! Twice!

They're all your people! All the routes you handled!

Do you think I'm blind?

Or are they treating Xiushui Village like a marketplace, where anyone can come and go and rob people?

He strode down, his boot soles grinding against He Dabiao's hand, making the bones crack.

"What's even more ridiculous is—" Tu Jiu sneered, "that you dared to cover it up! If it weren't for my informant who pried the information out of your men that 'someone redeemed forty taels of silver,' were you planning to quietly cover up this hole once things calmed down?"

He Dabiao trembled all over.

He did indeed do that.

The day after the incident, he sold off his private stash of resources overnight, managing to scrape together forty taels of silver, which he secretly added to his account.

That was almost half a year's salary! He was so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep all night, but he dared not say a word.

Because the deputy gang leader Qiu Daxuan was his backer, and Qiu Daxuan was Tu Jiu's biggest rival in the struggle for the gang leader position!

Tu Jiu had long wanted to eliminate the Qiu faction, and now that he had caught them red-handed, how could he let it go?

"You may escape death, but you won't escape punishment." Tu Jiu leaned down, staring into his eyes. "I'll give you one month. Catch the murderer, recover the losses, and I'll let you atone for your crimes. If you fail..." A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, "then you'll be sent to the northern battlefield. I heard the Hu people are attacking the city recently and they're short of cannon fodder."

The Northern Frontier!

He Dabiao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

That wasn't a battlefield, it was a meat grinder! New recruits who went there were almost certain to die, their corpses even fed to vultures!

Not wanting to burden Chief Qiu, who had shown him great kindness, he kowtowed sharply: "Chief Tu! I will definitely investigate! I'll have a lead within seven days! No, within three days!"

Otherwise, I am willing to confess my guilt and accept punishment, and will bring my head to you, signing a pledge of military discipline.

Tu Jiu then withdrew his foot in satisfaction, waved his sleeve, and left.

After everyone had left, He Dabiao collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Forty taels! Six months' worth of blood and sweat!

Now we also need to find a ruthless person within a month who can kill two near-martial artists silently!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and suddenly a picture flashed through his mind.

"Could it be that kid?"

"It's him...it must be him!" He Dabiao's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Last time he killed Iron Head Vajra, this time he killed the Dragon Tiger Duo! This kid has been playing dumb all along!"

However, Song Jing is now a disciple of the martial arts school and is protected by the old master. Forcibly breaking into the martial arts school to arrest people is tantamount to provoking the entire Zhuifeng Martial Arts School.

Now that the gang leader has no one to back him up, and the deputy gang leader is being so aggressive.

We must lure him out!

Otherwise, I would surely die this time!

He immediately summoned his trusted aides: "Go, bring Sun Li to me."

Half an hour later, Sun Li stood trembling in the secret room, after all, Sun Li was only a half-baked martial artist.

He Dabiao went all out, pushing ingots of silver in front of him, a full fifty taels! The pure white silver gleamed alluringly in the candlelight.

"Do me a favor," He Dabiao said in a low voice. "Go tell Song Jing that Zhou Xingyun was seriously injured while suppressing bandits in Xincheng Mountain and urgently needs Song Jing to bring him wound medicine to save him."

I've arranged the location and time.

Sun Li gasped, "This...this is a trick to lure him out of the city? What if he doesn't come..."

"He will come." He Dabiao sneered. "Last time you told me that Zhou Xingyun was the only person he trusted. And..." He lowered his voice, using both kindness and threats, and earnestly advised, "And this fifty taels is enough for you to cultivate to the Iron Skin Realm. You should think it over carefully."

Besides, if you don't go, and he finds out about what happened last time, he probably can't do anything to you with his current power.

If he breaks through to the Iron Skin Realm or the Copper Skin Realm, do you think he'll let you go?

Sun Li stared at the silver, his hands trembling slightly. He had been on tenterhooks these past few days, fearing that things would be exposed, even though he had already apologized to Song Jing.

Last time, he almost lost everything trying to curry favor with Zhang Wu; now, fifty taels of silver are right in front of him…

"I'll do it! But I can't do it myself; my job is just to lure him out of the city!" he gritted his teeth. "But what if he suspects something..."

"You just need to pass on the message, leave the rest to me." He Dabiao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "I will personally lead men to ambush him. As long as he leaves the city, he is doomed!"

I'll disguise myself as a bandit. It'll be the rebels' doing. I've got rebel flags and special knives ready, don't worry, everything will be foolproof."

The next morning, Sun Li "bumped into" Song Jing at the martial arts training ground.

"Junior Brother Song!" He forced a smile, looking anxious. "Last night, Senior Brother Zhou sent someone to deliver a message—he had a fierce battle with the bandits and I heard he was seriously injured and is currently recuperating at Xincheng Mountain."

My leg bone is broken, and I'm bleeding profusely!

Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Li have already sent people to visit him!

"Junior brother, would you like to bring some wound medicine to visit Senior Brother Zhou?"

Song Jing frowned slightly.

Xinchengshan?

It seems highly likely that Senior Brother Zhou frequently visits this area to suppress bandits; the story doesn't seem to have many flaws.

But... Sun Li's eyes were shifty just now, and his tone was too urgent; something seemed off.

He recalled the last time Sun Li suddenly showed goodwill by giving him medicine.

This person cannot be completely trusted.

But then I thought about it again.

Now that he has mastered the Wind Chasing Kick, his speed is unparalleled in the realm, and ordinary ambushes cannot harm him at all.

Unless it's an extremely powerful Iron Skin Realm martial artist, the Black Tiger Gang leader will have to take action personally!

But the Black Tiger Gang leader is extremely busy; how could he possibly handle such a trivial matter personally!

Even if it's a trap, he can still escape unscathed.

But if my senior brother is really in danger or gets injured.

"When? Where?" Song Jing asked.

"At 3:45 noon, at the Xincheng Shanxi Zhuifeng Martial Arts School Station!" Sun Li hurriedly said.

Song Jing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Sun Li breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave, his fingers tightly clutching the fifty-tael silver note in his sleeve.

His expression was a mixture of fear and excitement; he'd struck it rich this time!

Perhaps there is still hope of getting a glimpse of the Iron-Skinned Realm.

In the backyard of the martial arts school, Song Jing immediately tidied up upon hearing this, his movements calm.

But doubts remained in his heart, and he planned to visit Senior Brother Zhou's residence in person to find out the truth.

Zhou Xingyun's residence.

However, Zhou Xingyun was indeed not here today, and Song Jing met the doorman.

Zhou Qiang, the doorman who always followed behind Senior Brother Zhou last time.

"I wonder where Senior Brother Zhou has gone!" Song Jing asked calmly.

"Senior Brother Zhou is injured and is currently recuperating quietly in Xincheng Mountain outside the city!" The doorman Zhou had no choice but to answer in this way, his tone tinged with panic.

Song Jing felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

After Song Jing left, Zhou Qiang went to a secluded spot on the back mountain, where a figure was already waiting.

Half a day ago, Zhou Qiang was threatened by the Black Tiger Gang to do this. He was told that if he didn't take the five taels, he would never see his wife and children again.

Sun Li is cowardly and fickle. Zhou Qiang is an ordinary person, but he is also a fellow villager of Senior Brother Zhou.

He gave the doorman Zhou Qiang five taels of silver and sternly rebuked him, "Get out of here and don't ever show your face here again."

Just as Zhou Qiang was about to accept the silver, he fantasized about taking the five taels and then going to see his wife and children.

He was suddenly stabbed to death by He Dabiao, who appeared out of nowhere. He died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.

He Dabiao was overjoyed and confident: "With Zhou Qiang's words, I don't believe Song Jing won't take the bait."

Sun Li was immediately terrified: "This is Senior Brother Zhou's doorman, you can just kill him like that!"

What if Senior Brother Zhou blames us then?

"What's the big deal? You've already betrayed Song Jing and offended Zhou Xingyun to death. What else is there to be afraid of!"

Besides, I have the vice-leader backing me up, and if this fails, I'll have no face to see him. I'm willing to die to atone for my sins and repay the vice-leader's kindness in promoting me.

At this moment, on the western slope of Xincheng Mountain, He Dabiao had already led eight elite troops to ambush on both sides of the cliff.

Each man held a powerful crossbow and carried a ghost-head knife at his waist, waiting for Song Jing to step into the encirclement.

"Kid, this time you're not getting away." He Dabiao sharpened his blade, his eyes filled with resentment and greed. "Kill you, take your martial arts techniques, and I can ask the gang leader for credit and save my own life!"

The mountain wind howled, swirling up withered leaves.

Three undercurrents converge here.

The storm is on its way.