Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

"My lord," a guard stepped forward to report, "a preliminary inspection has been conducted, and there are a total of forty-three charred corpses at the scene, all of whom are unrecognizable and difficult to identify."

However, judging from the remaining skeletons, at least ten of them were quite powerful in life, and at least three were at the Iron Skin Realm.

Lu Beichen crouched down and used his scabbard to pry open a charred wooden board, revealing a curled-up skeleton underneath.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over a clear crack in the neck bone of the skeleton.

"He wasn't burned to death." His voice was low. "His neck was broken, and he died instantly from the blow. The deceased had resisted fiercely before his death, and there were multiple fractures in his finger bones."

He then walked to the remains of the huge iron vat in the courtyard.

The bottom of the jar was covered with a thick layer of dark red solidified matter, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell.

"A blood pool." Lu Beichen frowned. "It really is a pool for refining evil artifacts."

An old coroner stepped forward shakily and said in a low voice, "Lord Lu, I have examined several relatively intact corpses and found... found that they were severely depleted of qi and blood before they died, as if their essence and blood had been forcibly drained."

A cold glint flashed in Lu Beichen's eyes: "The Blood Lotus Sect's 'Blood Fiend Pill'?"

"Very likely." The old coroner nodded. "Such evil practices are utterly devoid of conscience."

Lu Beichen stood up and looked around at the ruins. His gaze lingered on several sections of the wall—there were deep dents with spiderweb-like cracks at the edges, clearly caused by an extremely powerful impact.

"Leg techniques," he muttered to himself. "At least two people use the same leg technique, which is powerful and fierce, but the methods are slightly different."

There was another person... with even higher cultivation, likely at the Bronze Skin Realm.

He walked to the center of the ruins, where there was a large pit about ten feet in diameter. The pit walls were charred and smooth, as if they had been instantly burned by high temperatures.

"Oil." Lu Beichen squatted down, picked up a bit of dirt and rubbed it between his fingertips. "First, they killed people, then they burned the bodies to cover up the crime."

Act decisively, leaving no room for future trouble.

"Sir," a guard captain stepped forward and asked, "should we conduct a city-wide manhunt for the perpetrator?"

Lu Beichen shook his head: "A search? Why would we need to conduct a search?"

The guard commander was stunned: "This... so many people have died, it's always a murder case..."

"Those who died were all demons of the Blood Lotus Cult," Lu Beichen said calmly. "The imprisoned civilians have confirmed that this place is a branch of the Blood Lotus Cult, which specializes in kidnapping living people to refine evil pills."

The perpetrator was not a murderer at all; on the contrary, he was a hero who rid the people of a scourge.

He stood up and dusted off the ashes on his hands: "Besides, being able to wipe out a Blood Lotus Sect branch overnight, kill a Bronze-Skin Realm elder, and then calmly burn the body to cover up the crime..."

With skills like that and a temperament like that, do you think it could be an ordinary person?

The commander of the guards was startled.

The Commandant's residence, study.

The candlelight shone brightly as Chen Yanzhou, the Commandant of Tianshui City, sat upright behind his desk.

Lu Beichen bowed and reported: "...The on-site inspection confirmed this."

I deduce that it was done by three young martial artists, two of whom used the same leg technique, and the third had the highest cultivation level, probably at the Bronze Skin Realm.

The three worked in perfect harmony, killing first and then burning, their actions swift and efficient.

Chen Zhenyuan listened quietly, tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, and suddenly smiled.

"These three are heroes." His eyes showed admiration. "They have courage, wisdom, and methods. The Blood Lotus Sect has been a menace to the outer city of Tianshui for a long time, but these three did it right, burning it all to the ground."

Lu Beichen asked, "Captain, should we verify the identities of these three people?"

"No need," Chen Zhenyuan waved his hand. "Since they are acting in disguise, it means they don't want to reveal their identities. Forcing them would be counterproductive."

A dilapidated courtyard in the slums of the western part of the city.

A dozen or so ragged civilians gathered in the courtyard; they were the survivors who had been rescued from the Blood Lotus Sect branch that night.

"Uncle Zhang, tell me, what did our benefactor who saved us that night look like?" a young man asked.

The old man, known as Uncle Zhang, leaned on his cane, his eyes still showing lingering fear, but even more so gratitude: "That night, I was locked by the blood pool, about to be drained of all my blood... Suddenly, I heard shouts of killing outside, and then three masked men rushed in."

His voice trembled, yet it was filled with reverence: "The leader is the tallest, and his legwork is as swift as the wind. He can kick those demons' heads off with a single kick."

The other one was slightly shorter, more agile, and specialized in attacking the lower body.

There was another girl, whose face was covered, but judging from her voice, she was quite young, and her legwork was incredibly impressive…

A woman nearby chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! That girl even gave me a piece of dry food and told me to run fast."

What a compassionate heart!

A boy exclaimed excitedly, "I saw it with my own eyes! That most powerful benefactor kicked that old monster in the red robe to death with a single kick!"

That old monster is ferocious; he beat several of his companions to death before!

"That's not all!" another man said. "After our benefactors killed all the demons, they untied us and told us to escape quickly."

Before leaving, they burned down the demon's lair, saying they must never let the demons harm people again!

Everyone started talking at once, getting more and more excited as they spoke.

"Our benefactors must be celestial beings descended to earth!"

"What kind of deity? I think he's just a martial arts master from the city!"

"Whether he's a god or a master, he saved our lives; he's our greatest benefactor!"

Old Zhang knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed to the south: "My benefactor, you saved my life."

"I cannot repay your kindness in this life, but in the next, I will be your ox or horse to repay this debt!"

The others knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

As night deepened, these survivors embraced each other and wept, filled with both the relief of surviving a disaster and boundless gratitude for their saviors.

On a rooftop not far away, a dark figure stood silently, taking in everything.

It was Lu Beichen.

As he listened to the people's simple words of gratitude, a faint smile appeared on his usually stern face.

"A chivalrous heart, the true nature of a martial artist."

He muttered to himself, then vanished into the night in a flash.

"Things aren't peaceful inside the martial arts school either."

Song Jing put away his cultivation technique and looked out the window at the bright moon.

The Blood Lotus Church Master will return in a month or so and will surely investigate the destruction of the branch.

Inside the martial arts school, the eldest disciple Li Wei is eyeing them covetously, the second disciple Zhuo Bufan is trying to win them over, Zhang Wu is filled with jealousy, and Sun Li is terrified...

"A storm is brewing, and the wind fills the tower."

A sharp glint flashed in Song Jing's eyes as he clenched his fist.

Since a storm is coming, let the storm rage on.

What does Song Jing have to fear?

The third night.

As night deepened, a muffled, whistling sound could be heard intermittently from the courtyard of the new house.

Song Jing was shirtless, his waistband soaked with sweat. Under the moonlight, his legs blurred into afterimages, each strike landing precisely on the hanging wooden stakes.

The wooden stake was already covered with cracks. With the final "Surprising" kick that swept through the air, the thick wooden stake snapped with a "crack".

He exhaled and finished his stance, his chest heaving as his skin gleamed with a faint bronze luster—his cultivation at the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm was now completely stable.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Minor Completion of Skin Forging - Iron Skin Realm (46/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success】(96/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner] (84/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner】(90/100)

Every muscle in his body was trembling, yet he gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with unwavering determination.

The threat from the Blood Lotus Sect, the undercurrents in the martial arts school, the city lord's scrutiny... all the pressure is transformed into the sweat he sheds at this moment.

As the crowing of a rooster echoed in the distance, Song Jing slowly ceased his practice. He gazed at the pale dawn breaking in the east, his clenched fists revealing prominent veins.

To become stronger, we must become stronger even faster.

In this world, only the mighty are respected.