Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing turned around at the sound, and the sunlight fell on his profile. The young man had clear and bright eyes, but he also had a sharp and unyielding spirit.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Lin, but no need."

He smiled slightly, his voice carrying the sharpness and certainty of someone just entering the Iron Skin Realm.

"These few can't hurt me. Let me—finish these hundred moves and familiarize myself with the power of this Iron Skin Realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly changed, like a sharp blade slowly being drawn from its sheath.

The first fifty moves are for honing skills and testing the waters.

The last fifty moves are a killing trap, a reaping of the spoils!

"Oh no! He's about to unleash his power!" Lai Xiaosi suddenly realized, a chill running down his spine. He roared, "Don't hold back! Kill them if you want! The leader has ordered that the bounty is doubled, dead or alive! Even corpses can be exchanged for silver!"

"Kill!" Wang Xiaowu's eyes turned bloodshot, and his originally withered claws suddenly grew several inches. The dark claw shadows were like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, intertwining and coiling. He even bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence to activate the sinister forbidden technique, Corroding Bone Blood Claw!

Ma Xiaosan silently pulled three poisoned nails gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light from his pocket, his fingers flashing with a chilling glint: "Shadow Strike Triple Combo! Block all his escape routes!"

The three of them held nothing back, their killing intent soaring to the heavens, each move aimed straight for vital points, determined to kill the boy on the spot!

Song Jing merely gave a cold smile.

With his feet moving in the "Swallow Step" again, his figure moved like a drifting catkin in the wind, advancing instead of retreating, and crashing into the barrage of killing moves!

The power is cut off!

With a sweeping left leg like a steel whip, carrying a fierce momentum like cutting off a river, it precisely blocked the path of Wang Xiaowu's claws. As the leg passed, there was a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and Wang Xiaowu's entire arm went limp and fell down, his wrist bone completely shattered!

"Ah—!" Before the scream could finish, Song Jing's right leg shot up like a startled bird—

A stunning sight!

The leg shadow swept through the air like a white crane spreading its wings, or like a thunderbolt crashing to the ground, slashing down with unparalleled sharpness!

"boom!"

A muffled thud struck right on the head!

Wang Xiaowu's head tilted to the side, his eyes instantly lost their luster, his brains splattered, and his body slumped to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"What?!" Lai Xiaosi's face changed color in shock and anger. He threw out his iron fist wildly, but it was blocked by the golden bell shadow that suddenly lit up on Song Jing's body!

"Bang!"

The force of the recoil surged like a tide, causing Lai Xiaosi's internal organs to churn, a sweet taste in his throat, and blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

"You...you actually dared to kill him?!" Ma Xiaosan's eyes were bloodshot, and the poisoned nails in his hand poured out like a storm!

Song Jing neither dodged nor evaded. The light of his "Golden Bell Shield" intensified, and the golden light solidified like a wall. The dark blue poison nails collided with his protective true energy, making a crisp clanging sound, and they all bounced away powerlessly.

"It's my turn."

As the cold words fell, Song Jing's figure approached like a ghost.

A fleeting glimpse!

With a swift, needle-like movement, his toes shot out, instantly grazing Ma Xiaosan's knees!

"Crack! Ah—!" Ma Xiaosan screamed and knelt down, his kneecaps reduced to dust.

Song Jing gave him no chance to catch his breath, raising his right leg high, the sound of his tendons and bones trembling, gathering immense power in a single breath—

Thunderous Kick!

"boom--!!"

The leg shadow was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable force, slashing down fiercely from above!

The ground suddenly trembled, and Ma Xiaosan and his dagger were cleaved into the hard ground, blood mist filling the air, and then they were silent forever.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Lai Xiaosi, the only one left, staggered backward, his face ashen, his clenched fists trembling uncontrollably. Looking at the boy who seemed like a god of death, fear completely engulfed him.

"You...you're not human!"

"You're a monster! Spare...spare me, hero! I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and a crying baby to feed. I was forced into this situation and had no other choice!"

Is this another cliché plot? Well, I'll spare your life then, but only because you still have some value.

Song Jing slowly turned around, his plain robe stained with blood, yet his figure remained as upright as a pine tree.

He walked towards Lai Xiaosi step by step, his pace unhurried, yet each step seemed to pound on the other's heart.

He turned to look at Zhou Xingyun and Lin Wan'er: "Senior brother, senior sister, why don't we spare his life for now? We need his tongue to find out the details of the Blood Lotus Sect."

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Xingyun's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother is right. Spare his life and see what valuable things he can spit out. If he can't..." He snorted coldly, "Just kill him. We won't miss one more."

Lin Wan'er nodded slightly, her gaze cool and aloof.

Song Jing then looked at Lai Xiaosi, who was slumped on the ground, trembling like a leaf, and said calmly, "Since you have elderly parents and young children to support, and I am not a bloodthirsty person, tell me, what is your purpose?"

Lai Xiaosi felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Tears streamed down his face as he kowtowed repeatedly. His crotch was soaked with sweat and a foul odor emanated from it.

"Speak! I'll talk! Spare us, hero! We...we saw that your vital energy was exceptionally abundant, far exceeding that of ordinary people, so we wanted to capture you and refine you into the 'Blood Fiend Pill'! The sect leader will surely reward us handsomely, and our cultivation can also be improved through this!"

As he spoke, he shakily pulled a pill the size of a longan from his pocket.

The pill was entirely crimson, like congealed blood, and a thick, nauseating stench of blood slowly wafted out, faintly mixed with a trace of violent energy fluctuations.

"This...this is it!"

Song Jing's eyes narrowed slightly: "The missing Butcher Wang and Blacksmith Li on this street, and the bodies of several martial artists who mysteriously disappeared a few days ago... were all your doing?"

"It was...it was us! But the hall master forced us to do it!" Lai Xiaosi wailed. "Refining this 'Blood Fiend Pill' requires a large amount of pure blood and qi, and the blood and qi of martial artists are the best...If we don't capture people to refine the pill, we'll be thrown into the pill furnace ourselves! It's really no small matter, hero!"

Song Jing asked again, "Where is your base of operations? How powerful is your leader?"

At this point, Lai Xiaosi dared not hide anything and confessed everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube: "It's...it's the big house at the very back of Crow Lane in the western district of the outer city!"

The strongest hall master and deputy hall master in the hall have now gone to the main headquarters to report on their duties and pay tribute.

When the hall master left, he was already in the late stage of the Copper Skin Realm. Now that he has returned, I'm afraid... I'm afraid he has reached perfection!

The deputy hall master has returned, and he is estimated to have reached the late stage of the Bronze Skin Realm.

Currently, the branch only has one early-stage Bronze Skin Realm elder in charge, a dozen or so Bronze Skin Realm followers, and two mid-stage Iron Skin Realm experts.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xingyun's anger surged: "Junior brother, since that's the case, let's not delay!"

"Let him lead the way, and we'll prepare the horses right away. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, we'll raid this den of thieves!"

Song Jing, however, was more cautious: "Although our current strength is more than enough to defeat this copper-skinned realm's offerings."

But what if their hall master and deputy hall master return unexpectedly? That would be bad.

"To be on the safe side, why not first find out when they will return?"

Lai Xiaosi hurriedly replied, "The journey to the headquarters is long, and the hall master said it would take at least a month to return!"

A sharp glint flashed in Song Jing's eyes, and he nodded to Zhou Xingyun and Lin Wan'er:

"Senior brothers and sisters, then I will clean up the battlefield first, and I will wait for you to ride over on horseback."

After one incense stick has burned, we will gather at this moment and depart.

At this moment, Song Jin cleaned up the battlefield and found that the two people were extremely poor, with neither silver nor Blood Fiend Pills. He searched the area again and again.

It seems that these believers usually spend their money on extravagant lifestyles or directly use drugs to improve their spiritual level, just like Americans who love drug use and excessive consumption.

It seems that only this one Blood Fiend Pill was seized. According to Lai Xiaosi, three Blood Fiend Pills are enough to break through from the early stage to the middle stage.

Song Jing immediately took one pill. It was obvious that his foundation was extremely solid, all thanks to his diligent study and hard work.

The panel flashed, indicating that the proficiency level had increased by eleven, which was exactly one-third of the initial progress of thirty-three.

This was an unexpected bonus. It would be even better if I had a few more, so I could reach the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm sooner.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Minor Completion of Skin Forging - Iron Skin Realm (13/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success】(78/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner] (70/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner】(72/100)

However, this elixir formula is contrary to human ethics. Song Jing is not a Gu Master and would not do such a heinous thing.

The pills are indeed equivalent to five days of arduous cultivation; it seems I'll have to plunder their headquarters.

Only in this way can one break through to the late Iron Skin Realm, or even the Copper Skin Realm, in two months. The reason for taking the pill is that it enhances cultivation, which is correct.

Just like a knife, it is a righteous knife in the hands of a righteous person, and an evil knife in the hands of an evil person.