Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

On my way home, my thoughts were a jumbled mess.

"The Black Tiger Gang uses gang wars and monthly tributes as a pretext, which makes collecting corpses quite convenient..." Song Jing's eyes grew cold. "And I heard that the Black Tiger Gang leader is focusing all his efforts on breaking through to the Body Refining Realm..."

As the clues came together, a terrifying suspicion surfaced in my mind.

Blood Fiend Pill requires a large amount of pure blood and qi to refine, and the blood and qi of a martial artist are the best.

The Black Tiger Gang's collection of corpses could be a cover-up; they might be preparing materials for refining the Blood Fiend Pill.

The previous account books showed that Zhang Family Pharmacy had business dealings with the Black Tiger Gang...

If the Zhang family obtained the Blood Fiend Pill through the Black Tiger Gang and secretly gave it to Zhang Wu...

"That's not right." Song Jing shook his head. "The method for refining the Blood Fiend Pill is in the hands of the Blood Lotus Sect, and the Black Tiger Gang couldn't possibly have it. Unless..."

He was startled.

Unless the Black Tiger Gang is colluding with the Blood Lotus Cult!

Once the idea appeared, it grew wildly like weeds.

After the Blood Lotus Sect's branch was destroyed, the Black Tiger Gang immediately began to merge with other sects, recruiting and killing a large number of people.

Zhang Wu's breakthrough was incredibly rapid; the Zhang family had close ties with the Black Tiger Gang...

Everything points to the worst-case scenario.

"If that's really the case..." Song Jing clenched his fist, "then the Zhang family and the Black Tiger Gang are already standing on the edge of a cliff."

While taking the Blood Fiend Pill can rapidly improve one's cultivation level, it also carries countless hidden dangers.

Even more terrifying is that once this matter is exposed, the entire Zhang family will be doomed—colluding with a cult and using living people to make elixirs is a capital offense that violates the ironclad laws of the imperial court!

"Zhang Wu...you're courting death," Song Jing muttered to himself.

He quickened his pace to return home and cultivate, already having made up his mind.

One after another, the molting pills were swallowed, and bottle after bottle of premium skin-tempering ointment was consumed.

Practicing martial arts is really expensive; no wonder even those with talent at the bottom of the hierarchy still find it difficult to compete with the family's younger members.

No wonder the rate of students from rural families attending prestigious schools kept declining in my previous life.

Talent is equivalent to conversion rate, resources are equivalent to quantity, and the product of the two is strength.

If you lack talent, your family will come after you – that's no exaggeration.

Two more days of arduous practice have passed.

I'm finally going to break through the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique tomorrow. I wonder what kind of boost it will bring, especially the boost to my weakness in strength.

He entered the martial arts school and began instructing his disciples.

The next morning, at the training ground.

More than twenty outer disciples lined up neatly, all their eyes fixed on Song Jing.

"Instructor Song!" the disciples greeted in unison.

Song Jing waved his hand: "No need for formalities. Let's continue practicing the 'Treading Swallow' footwork today."

He walked into the center of the field and personally demonstrated.

With a light touch of the toes, the body moves like a swallow skimming the water, weaving through the plum blossom stakes, each step landing precisely three inches from the top of the stake.

"See? The key to 'Treading the Swallow' lies in being 'light' without being 'floating'. With your feet firmly on the ground, your body feels like a drifting catkin."

Many of you only pursue speed, neglecting the foundation, resulting in unsteady footwork and a fatal fall in actual combat.

The disciples nodded repeatedly, observing attentively.

Song Jingyi corrected their movements and patiently explained the key points.

Although he is young, he is extremely rigorous in his teaching, leaving no detail overlooked.

An hour passed quickly.

"That's all for today. Go back and practice more. I'll check your work tomorrow," Song Jing announced, dismissing the get out of class.

The disciples bowed and dispersed, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Although Instructor Song is young, she teaches very well!"

"Yes, it's even clearer than those silver medal instructors!"

"It seems that Instructor Song's Wind Chasing Leg Technique has reached its peak, even surpassing the teaching of Senior Brother Zhou, the silver medal instructor who recently mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique..."

"Am I just imagining things?"

The murmurs faded into the distance.

Song Jing stood in the center of the room, his expression calm.

Indeed, with his current mastery of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, he is fully qualified to be promoted to Silver Medal Instructor.

Silver-level instructors receive a monthly salary of fifty taels of silver. Their status is second only to the headmaster, deputy headmaster, and senior and second senior brothers, making them high-ranking members of the martial arts school.

But he didn't want to.

"The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind." He muttered to himself, "My senior brother Li Wei is already wary of me. If I am promoted to silver-level instructor, he might really start to get restless."

Song Jing was well aware of his situation.

Inside the martial arts school, undercurrents were swirling, with the eldest brother Li Wei and the second brother Zhuo Bufan engaged in open and covert struggles.

If one stands out too early, one will inevitably become the target of public criticism.

Especially Li Wei, who is extremely cunning and ruthless. If you feel threatened by him, he will never show mercy.

"It's best to feign weakness and lie low for a while." Song Jing had already made up his mind. "At least until I break through to the Copper Skin Realm, I can't attract his attention too much."

He's currently focused entirely on breaking through to the Body Refinement Realm. As long as I don't reveal my abilities, he won't be distracted by dealing with me.

As for Zhang Wu...

Song Jing looked towards the east side of the training ground, where Zhang Wu was practicing his skills surrounded by a group of disciples, looking very spirited.

"The late-stage Iron Skin Realm is nothing to worry about. The advantage lies with me, and the mid-stage Iron Skin Realm is no match for the late-stage Iron Skin Realm." He withdrew his gaze. "The real threats are Li Wei, Qin Yue, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang. He remained calm even after being humiliated last time, so he should not be underestimated. There is also the Blood Lotus Sect hiding in the shadows."

As the sun set, it cast a long shadow of him.

Song Jing turned around and slowly walked back to his small courtyard.

He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his lean, muscular physique.

His eyes were calm, and his mind was completely absorbed in the operation of the technique.

The four forms of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique are performed in turn.

The "Treading Swallow" footwork is like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving afterimages among the nine plum blossom stakes;

"Shadow" suddenly erupted, and a sharp sound of air being torn apart rang out;

The "flow interruption" swept across like a steel whip, snapping the wooden stake in two.

"Jinghong" soared into the sky, its leg gusts of wind scattering the morning mist.

After completing a round of leg techniques, Song Jing was breathing heavily.

Next, we will begin practicing the Golden Bell Cover technique.

He repeatedly pounded his entire body with a specially made iron sandbag, especially his arms, chest, abdomen, and back.

Initially, the area where the blows occurred became bruised, swollen, and painful.

However, by using specific methods to guide the flow of qi and blood to nourish the injured area, his skin gradually became more and more resilient.

When one channels their energy into their body, a faint golden glow appears on their skin.

Although not as obvious as during the fierce battle, its defensive power is now on a completely different level—even a mid-stage Iron Skin Realm martial artist would find it difficult to break through this protective aura without using their full power.

A large wooden tub had already been prepared in the courtyard. The medicinal soup inside was dark brown and emitted a rich medicinal aroma.

This is a body-tempering medicine formula that he purchased from the Xu family's pharmacy with the silver bestowed upon him by the owner. Although it is not as precious as the century-old blood ginseng, long-term use will greatly benefit the consolidation of one's foundation.

Remove your clothes and immerse yourself in the medicinal soup.

The scalding medicinal power instantly penetrated the skin and seeped into the body through the pores.

Song Jing groaned, feeling as if his meridians were being burned by flames, the pain unbearable.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered, circulating his inner energy to guide the medicinal power and temper his skin, muscles, and bones.

Half an hour later, the color of the medicinal soup gradually faded.

Song Jing opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He could clearly feel that his skin was more resilient and his blood and qi were more abundant.

Although his cultivation level did not improve significantly, his foundation became more solid.

"A tall building rises from the ground. Without a solid foundation, even with extraordinary encounters, it is difficult to reach the summit." He muttered to himself as he got up from the medicine barrel.

He knew that he had chosen the most difficult path: to hide his talents, cultivate in a low-key manner, and accumulate strength in secret.

However, this is also the safest path.

Even if you only make a little progress each day compared to the previous day, the progress over a year will be exponential.

He didn't stop, and immediately began practicing the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique.

"Wind Step" is three times faster than "Swallow Step," and its movements are as unpredictable as a ghost.

Stepping on the strange and abrupt movements, he left behind trails of afterimages in the narrow training ground, his trajectory unpredictable and elusive.

The "Thunder Kick" emphasizes explosive power. As the right leg is raised high, the muscles and bones crackle with a thunderous sound, and when the leg strikes down, the air explodes!

The bluestone floor was cracked like a spider web, and the cracks spread outwards.

The most difficult one is the "Wind and Thunder Combination Attack".

This move requires a perfect fusion of speed and power, unleashing a thunderous strike at extreme speed.

Song Jing tried repeatedly, but initially found it difficult to balance everything.

Either you need to be fast enough but lack strength, or you need to be strong enough but have sluggish movements.

But he was not discouraged.

Once, ten times, a hundred times...

Sweat soaked his entire body, and his legs were beginning to tremble, but he persevered.

Finally, on his three hundred and twenty-first attempt, he touched upon that mysterious balance—

His figure flashed out like the wind, so fast that only a blur remained.

As the afterimage swept to a certain spot, a leg flashed like a thunderclap!

"boom!"

The courtyard wall was kicked open, leaving a deep crater, and bricks and stones flew everywhere!

Song Jing straightened up, a look of joy in his eyes. Although he had only just begun to grasp the basics, the rudiments of the "Wind and Thunder Combined Strike" were already formed; the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique had achieved minor mastery!

He felt his blood and qi surging within him, with faint signs of a breakthrough.

The time is ripe, and the foundation is in place.

It's done!!!