Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing glanced at the two of them, no wonder they looked so familiar: "It is my duty to guide new disciples."

I'll give you a quick rehearsal later, so please watch carefully.

So he called all his disciples over, intending to have them demonstrate and practice together.

On the stone steps, several newly recruited disciples were practicing their horse stance, sweat beading on their foreheads and their legs trembling slightly.

They were only fifteen or sixteen years old, just beginning their martial arts journey. Their movements were clumsy, their breathing was disordered, and when they used their leg techniques, the force was weak and could not even move a falling leaf.

"If you keep practicing like this, you won't even get past the basics in ten years." A calm voice came from the corner of the courtyard.

Everyone turned around and saw Song Jing walking slowly towards them, shirtless, his bronze skin glowing faintly in the morning light, as if an invisible barrier enveloped his body.

He fought against a group of powerful opponents last night, but today he acted as if nothing had happened, continuing his morning exercise as usual.

"Senior Brother Song... Senior Brother Song," a boy stammered, "Are we... are we practicing incorrectly?"

Song Jing walked to the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said calmly, "The Chasing Wind Leg Technique emphasizes 'intention,' not 'form.' You only learn the moves, but you don't understand the wind. No matter how well you practice, it's nothing more than puppets dancing with their legs."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly raised his right leg and slowly unleashed a "Swallow Step".

The movement wasn't fast, even somewhat slow, but in the instant his leg shadow swept through the air—

The wind stirred.

It wasn't a strong wind howling, but an invisible wind that automatically gave way, as if his kick shouldn't have existed in this space at all.

The fallen leaves swirled gently in the wind, automatically avoiding his legs, as if drawn by an invisible hand, circling three feet around him, refusing to fall for a long time.

"Did you see that clearly?" Song Jing withdrew his leg and said calmly, "The wind knows before your leg moves. The true 'Treading the Swallow' is not about chasing the wind, but about the wind moving with you."

The entire room fell silent.

The boy's eyes widened, and he murmured, "This...this is the Wind Chasing Leg Technique?"

Song Jing nodded: "Right now, none of you have truly entered the path. Your qi and blood are not flowing smoothly, and your muscles and bones are not yet open. Forcing yourself to exert force will only harm your body. Instead of pursuing speed, you should first practice 'breathing'."

He sat cross-legged and gestured for everyone to gather around: "Close your eyes and regulate your breathing. When you inhale, imagine the wind rushing into your body from all directions; when you exhale, imagine your blood and qi flowing like a stream, slowly cleansing your meridians."

The boys did as instructed, and after a moment, some were sweating and others were trembling slightly.

"Your Qi and blood are stuck at the Jianjing point," Song Jing suddenly said, pointing to someone. "Relax your shoulders, don't use brute force."

"You're breathing too fast, like you're fighting for your breath." He then pointed to another person, "A martial artist's breathing is like the ebb and flow of the tide, rhythmic and controlled."

He pointed out each point in detail, saying little but hitting the nail on the head.

Someone had suffered minor injuries to their meridians due to prolonged incorrect exertion; he casually pointed this out and taught them how to recuperate.

Some people have stiff leg movements, so he personally demonstrated and slowly broke down the "Broken Flow" move, from the transfer of the center of gravity to the power exerted by the toes, and then to the linkage of the waist and hips, with meticulous detail.

"So... this is the real Wind Chasing Leg Technique." A young man suddenly realized, "Before, I was just 'kicking'."

Song Jing nodded: "The way of martial arts is not about speed or strength, but about—going with the flow. The wind is formless; if you force it, it will not come; if you go with the flow, it will come naturally."

He stood up and said softly, "Today I won't teach you any moves, just breathing techniques. I'll check on you at this time tomorrow."

The boys responded in unison, their eyes no longer showing the restlessness of yesterday, but rather a sense of calm.

In the distance, Lin Wan'er leaned against the door, quietly watching this scene, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"This kid... not only is he good at training himself, but he's also good at teaching others."

She suddenly whispered, "If this child had been born ten years earlier, the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School might have been very different."

As the morning breeze blew by, Song Jing slowly walked away, his back as silent as ever.

As the night wind subsided, the interior of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School was brightly lit.

Third Senior Sister Lin Wan'er slowly walked into the hall, her expression solemn.

The old curator sat upright in the main seat, his beard and hair slightly white, his face serene, an ancient book open in his hand, as if he were studying something.

Seeing Lin Wan'er arrive alone, he raised an eyebrow slightly: "What is it?"

Lin Wan'er took a deep breath and bowed, saying, "Uncle, I have good news to share today. Another outstanding talent has emerged from the Zhuifeng Martial Arts Academy. This person is no less than Zhang Wu."

The old curator's eyes turned cold: "Who?"

She paused, then raised her voice slightly, "Song Jing."

"Song Jing?" The old master looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning. "That quiet child who's always buried in his training? The disciple who defeated Wang Hu last time?"

"It is him, and he is deeply loved by these new disciples. His understanding of the techniques is profound, and many disciples have benefited greatly from it. Many of the disciples who have followed him for a long time have even mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique." Lin Wan'er nodded. "Last night, he defeated Li Ling Shuang, who was in the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm, and then exchanged three hundred moves with me, with neither side gaining the upper hand."

The hall was silent.

The old curator slowly closed the book, lightly tapping the table with his fingertips, his eyes deep: "I didn't expect that not only is he strong himself, but he also has a unique method for teaching his disciples."

In that case, promote him from junior instructor to bronze instructor, and double his pay to twenty taels of silver per month.

And he even defeated Ling Shuang, who had just entered the Iron Skin Realm, while only at the Bull Skin Realm? And he fought you to a draw?

"Yes," Lin Wan'er said in a low voice. "He has mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique, which is at a minor level. His skin is golden and impervious to knife cuts. His Wind Chasing Leg Technique is also close to minor level, and his footwork is as swift as the wind, with complete control. What's even more terrifying is... his long breath and terrifying stamina, which are very impressive. I can feel it."

The old curator remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "But in my opinion, he seems to be a bit weaker than Zhang Wu."

After all, Zhang Wu was about the same age as him, but his cultivation level was higher. He had already mastered the Chasing Wind Leg Technique and also had mastered a set of Black Mountain Fist techniques passed down from the Zhang family.

"I never imagined that one school could produce such outstanding talents as Zhui Feng and Feng Yu! How could my Zhui Feng Martial Arts School not prosper!"

Just then, a loud laugh came from outside the door—

"Master! Your disciple Zhang Wu has lived up to expectations and has broken through to the Iron Skin Realm!"

Everyone turned around and saw Zhang Wu stride in, dressed in white, his eyebrows and eyes like swords, his blood and qi flowing like mercury.

He knelt on one knee: "I have come specifically to report that I humbly request to receive your true teachings!"

Lin Wan'er's expression changed slightly, but the old master of the martial arts school beamed with joy, stroking his beard as he rose: "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! My Chasing Wind Martial Arts School finally has a rising star to lead the way!"

He personally helped Zhang Wu up and proclaimed loudly, "Zhang Wu, with your resolute character and exceptional talent, has now broken through to the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm, achieved minor mastery of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, and inherited your family's unique skills. You are worthy to be accepted into the true lineage of our sect master! Today, we will gather the disciples for the ceremony!"

The disciple arrived.

The disciples in the hall all knelt down and bowed, saying, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhang!"

The eldest disciple, who had been standing in the corner, instantly transformed from a gloomy face to one of wild joy. He strode forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master is wise! Senior Brother Zhang Wu's talent is unparalleled; his admission to the true lineage is truly well-deserved! He will undoubtedly become a pillar of our school in the future!"

He was already laughing wildly in his heart:

With Zhang Wu receiving the true teachings, his chances of becoming the head of the martial arts school have increased even further!

Zhang Family Pharmacy's patronage, resource allocation, and right to speak... are all guaranteed!

Zhang Wu stood on the high platform, wearing a red robe, receiving the elixir, seal, and oral instructions from the master.

From then on, he officially became a true disciple of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, enjoying excellent treatment—

One molting pill every six months, with a monthly allowance of twenty taels of silver, exclusively for cultivation;

Most importantly, there are new, substantial rewards this time.

What's even more valuable is that I get personal guidance from the master once a month to comprehend the Wind Chasing Leg Technique!

Such an honor is unprecedented and extremely rare.

On the training ground, the disciples looked up at the high platform, their eyes filled with envy and awe.

Song Jing was promoted to bronze-level instructor, which also aroused the envy of some instructors.

After all, Song Jing rose from a junior instructor to a bronze-level instructor in the shortest amount of time.

Many junior instructors congratulated him.

"Instructor Song is truly remarkable. He was promoted to bronze-level instructor in less than a month."

"Twenty taels of silver a month, that's truly the envy of everyone."

"Teacher Song has a very bright future ahead of him!"

Song Jingyi expressed his gratitude and offered his polite thanks.

Standing behind the crowd, his expression was calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

I must break through to become a direct disciple immediately. If I can get guidance from the master, my progress in tempering and cultivation will definitely be greatly accelerated.

Moreover, the curator's sudden change of heart must mean something is wrong.

Zhang Wu has reached the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm, has achieved minor mastery of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, and also possesses his family's traditional fist techniques...

Inside, there's the ever-watchful eye of the eldest disciple; outside, there's the unpredictable pressure of a potential challenge; and outside, there's the ever-present threat of the Black Tiger Gang.

Time is running out, and I'm still only at the mid-stage of the Bullhide Realm. It's time to accelerate my cultivation.

The most urgent task is to quickly break through to the late stage of the Oxhide Realm and use the Shedding Pill to break into the Ironhide Realm in one go.

Only then can one increase their ability to protect themselves amidst changing circumstances.

Song Jing planned to waste his only chance as a formal disciple to seek guidance from the academy master.

I originally planned to use this opportunity when I broke through to the Body Refining Realm, but now it seems I have to do it earlier.