Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Wang Hu suddenly knelt down with a "thud".

He knelt before Song Jingyuan, rain dripping from his hair and soaking the bluestone slabs.

He knelt on both knees, his back straight, his voice low but clear: "Senior Brother Song, I have also heard about my sister's matter."

But I never instructed her to argue with my brother-in-law. It wasn't my wish; it's just that my sister has always been very strong-willed.

Although my brother-in-law is usually honest, he is not obedient in everything.

Naturally, they will compete with each other.

He raised his head, his eyes no longer filled with the arrogance of the past, but only with guilt and respect: "Although she helped me, it was only the money I paid when I first entered the martial arts school. Later, I gained the appreciation of my senior brothers and became financially well-off, so I repeatedly refused her help—that was her hard-earned money that she had saved by scrimping and saving, and I couldn't bear to take it anymore."

Song Jing stopped practicing, turned to look at him, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

"My brother is indeed henpecked," he said softly. "He has no right to interfere in matters between husband and wife. It's understandable that my sister-in-law doesn't like me; it's only human nature, and it's not a capital offense."

He slowly stepped forward, reached out, and helped Wang Hu up: "You haven't done anything particularly evil; you're just young and impetuous. The Duan Yue Martial Arts School sent you to fight, so you had no choice but to comply."

If I were to take my anger out on you because of my sister-in-law's harsh tone, or even take your life—wouldn't you become the scapegoat?

Such behavior is truly immoral; why go to such lengths?

Wang Hu stood up, his hands trembling slightly, and tears welling in his eyes: "Senior Brother Song is so righteous, Wang Hu... is unworthy of such praise."

From now on, I will definitely restrain my elder sister's words and actions, make her understand manners, and never allow her to be arrogant and domineering again, relying on my reputation, and to be disrespectful to her senior brother!

Song Jing waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "Go. The path of martial arts is long, and victory or defeat is only temporary."

True strength lies not in stepping on others to rise to power, but in maintaining one's integrity.

Wang Hu bowed deeply, turned and left, his back view standing out particularly tall in the rain.

Before the dust had settled at Yanwuping, rumors were already spreading like wildfire in Xiushui Town.

At the Wang family home, a meal was in full swing.

The lights were bright, and the aroma of food and wine filled the air. Madam Wang sat in the main seat, engaged in lively conversation with her relatives.

Wang was standing in front of the stove, holding a large celadon bowl filled with freshly stewed braised pork, glistening with oil and emitting a fragrant aroma.

With a smug smile on his face, he loudly proclaimed to the assembled relatives, "I've always said that my Wang Hu is no ordinary man. He swept through the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School at such a young age."

Even their strongest new disciple, Zheng Siyuan, was kicked away with a single kick! That's real skill!

Everyone chimed in, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! Wang Hu is young and promising, with a bright future ahead!"

"Much better than that kid from the Song family! I heard that Song Jing hides in his dilapidated house all day and has never even fought a decent opponent!"

"Yes, even compared to the chivalrous and righteous hero Zhou Xingyun, they're probably about the same!"

It's a bit hard to tell whether it's friend or foe, or praise or criticism; it truly embodies Schrödinger's style of both praise and denigration.

If Zhou Xingyun heard these words, I wonder what his expression would be.

Song Yi sat in the corner, head down, drinking wine, fists clenched, but dared not speak.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a bang.

Butcher Wang and an old man rushed in, both soaking wet.

"Sister!" Butcher Wang gasped for breath, "I've found out—Wang Hu didn't win that day at all! Song Jing let him go!"

The room erupted in uproar.

"What did you say?!" Madam Wang's face darkened. "Have you misheard? I saw you come out of the training ground with my own eyes, saying that Wang Hu had won a great victory!"

The old man coughed twice and said in a deep voice, "My son works as a handyman at the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School. The news is absolutely true."

Although Wang Hu defeated several opponents that day, the real trump card was Song Jing's secret attack, which repelled him within three moves without injuring him. The martial arts master personally said, "This young man is calm and composed, possesses excellent martial ethics, and is worthy of great use." He even bestowed upon him a "Shedding Skin Pill," worth a hundred taels of silver!

"This...this is impossible!" Wang's voice trembled, incredulous. "Song Jing has only been at the martial arts school for a few months. How could he possibly be stronger than Wang Hu?"

"And another hundred taels of silver?"

Upon hearing this, Wang repeated in horror, "One hundred taels of silver? I'm afraid I could never earn that much in my entire life!"

Song Yi suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He recalled the old Taoist priest's prophecy that day: "This child has an extraordinary destiny; if he gets the right opportunity, he will surely achieve great things."

Could it be... that it really has come true?

The old Taoist priest was quite accurate in his calculations; he's got some skills.

Just as Wang was about to explain, footsteps came from outside the door again.

My cousin Liu Yuzhi walked in, dressed in plain clothes, with a cool and aloof expression.

She was Zheng Siyuan's wife and Wang's younger sister. She hadn't wanted to come today, but she had come anyway.

She glanced around at everyone and chuckled, "Cousin, I don't even need to guess, I know you're just bragging about your brother Wang Hu, aren't you?"

Wang, forcing a confident stance, replied, "Of course! He has brought honor to our Wang family!"

Liu Yuzhi turned to Song Yi in the corner and said in a gentle tone, "Brother-in-law, you are the one who should be the happiest."

Your Ah Jing is the one who truly brought honor to Zhui Feng Martial Arts School; that battle made him famous.

In that battle, Wang Hu did indeed sweep through everyone at the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School at the beginning, but in reality, Song Jing hadn't even made a move yet; otherwise, he would have been defeated long ago.

When Song Jing finally made his move, Wang Hu was suppressed within three moves, and after a few more moves, he was sent flying, severely injured, and collapsed to the ground.

She paused, her voice cool and clear: "The master himself said, 'This child has a bright future. With some time to reflect, he has a promising future in martial arts!' He even bestowed upon him elixirs and personally instructed him."

"What?!" Wang was struck dumb, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

"I heard it from my husband, Siyuan," Liu Yuzhi said calmly. "He said that Wang Hu was indeed a genius in his eyes, but in front of Song Jing, he was not even worthy of carrying Song Jing's shoes and could not be compared with him."

I've heard that his Golden Bell Shield technique has reached a minor mastery level; and his Wind-Chasing Leg Technique is far beyond that! Wang Hu is nothing but a chicken and a dog in his hands.

The room was completely silent.

The crowd was puzzled: "What is the Golden Seed Shield, and what about the Lesser Mastery of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique?"

Liu Yuzhi then looked at everyone and patiently explained, "The Golden Bell Cover is an extremely difficult external martial art to master. Ordinary people need to put in a lot more effort and perseverance to cultivate it. Also, the Lesser Mastery of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique is a very strong level of cultivation. In short, it is very powerful."

You know Zhang Wu, the young master of the Zhang family, right?

My husband said that Senior Brother Song's strength is probably not much weaker than Senior Brother Zhang's now, and in terms of talent, they are evenly matched.

If it weren't for his background, being inferior to Zhang Wu, and having fewer resources than Zhang Wu, he probably would have caught up with Senior Brother Zhang much earlier, or even surpassed him.

At first, the crowd didn't understand anything about the cultivation technique and was quite confused, but after Liu Yuzhi gave such a vivid analogy...

Suddenly, I had a very vivid understanding of how powerful Song Jing was.

"What?"

"Is Song Jing really that good? I've also heard of Zhang Wu, the eldest son of the Zhang family. He's the unparalleled genius the martial arts school talks about!"

"It's such a pity about the Song family boy's talent. Sigh, you need a background to survive in this world!"

Just like people like me who have no connections, we still have to honestly pay our monthly mortgage payments. But Sister Wang, whose family has two martial arts masters backing her, doesn't need to at all.

"Yes! Yes! That makes sense. I really envy Sister Wang! Not only does she have Wang Hu, but she also has such a capable Song Jing."

Upon hearing these words, Wang's face showed indescribable emotions, and her expression conveyed a sense of distress.

Wang simply refused to believe it, even after hearing the facts from so many people.

Perhaps they were right, but she didn't see it with her own eyes or hear it with her own ears.

He was unwilling to back down unless his younger brother, Wang Hu, told him personally.

She forced a smile and changed the subject: "Let's eat, everyone should eat, otherwise the food will get cold."

Song Yi remained silent for a long time before finally unable to hold back and burst into laughter: "Good! Good! My brother Song Jing is truly promising!"

Did Father see that?

The Song family's day has finally come!

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from outside the door—