Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

With a flash of the panel, Song Jingjian's Wind and Thunder Leg Technique changed from "beginner" to "minor master".

Overjoyed, he took a deep breath. He was still not strong enough, but he was enough to kill Xiao Miechen. However, if he acted rashly now, he might lose himself as well.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Minor Completion of Skin Forging - Iron Skin Realm (52/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Mastery】(0/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner] (91/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Minor Success】(0/100)

The path of martial arts is long and arduous.

Temporary glory is not as good as lasting strength.

What he wanted was not the empty fame within the martial arts school.

What he wanted was the power to control his own destiny.

Before that, lying low is a necessary price to pay.

As night deepened, the candlelight flickered.

Song Jing sat cross-legged and continued his cultivation.

Meanwhile, dark clouds were quietly gathering above the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

Outside Tianshui City, dust billowed along the official road.

Two fast horses galloped like lightning, carrying two men dressed in dark red outfits, their faces ashen.

The man in the lead was about forty years old, with a hooked nose and triangular eyes. He was none other than Blood Hand Li Wujiu, the leader of the Tianshui City branch of the Blood Lotus Sect.

The next person was slightly younger, with a scar running diagonally from his left cheek to his ear; he was none other than the deputy leader, Scarface Wolf Han Sha.

Having gotten wind of the situation, the two returned ahead of schedule.

After three days of rapid travel, the two finally arrived at the outer city of Tianshui.

Reining in his horse and gazing into the distance, Li Wujiu's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Master, the situation is probably not good." Han Sha's voice was hoarse. "We haven't heard anything from the branch for many days."

Li Wujiu snorted coldly and lashed the horse's rump with the whip: "Giddy up!"

The two headed straight for the old street in the west of the city.

Before even reaching the alley entrance, the air was thick with the stench of burning. Turning into Crow Alley, the sight before them caused their pupils to shrink in shock—

The branch headquarters, which had been in operation for many years, is now nothing but a charred ruin.

Amidst the ruins, the charred skeletons of beams and pillars are still faintly visible. Unburnt bone fragments are scattered on the ground, and several crows are pecking at something in the ruins, cawing strangely.

Li Wujiu dismounted and staggered to the ruins.

He bent down and grabbed a handful of scorched earth, which was mixed with unburnt blood clots, sticky and foul-smelling.

He clenched his fist tightly, and scorched earth fell through his fingers.

"Who did it?" The voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, cold and piercing.

Han Sha dismounted and began searching through the ruins. Soon, he found a half-burnt and deformed bronze furnace—the furnace used to refine the Blood Fiend Pill.

There were also several pieces of iron chain that were not completely melted, which were obviously used to imprison the "blood material".

"Master," Han Sha's voice trembled, "the alchemy furnace is destroyed, the blood pool is dried up, and all the brothers... are gone."

"I know!" Li Wujiu whirled around, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm asking you who did it!"

Han Sha lowered his head: "Rumors are circulating that it was the work of three young masters. But I suspect... it might have been the Commandant's Office that intervened."

"The Commandant's Office?" Li Wujiu sneered. "That old fox Chen Yanzhou has long wanted to harm us, but he lacked evidence. This time..."

He suddenly remembered something and said sharply, "Where's Lu Beichen? I heard he was here?"

"Yes." Han Sha nodded. "A few days ago, Lu Beichen brought his men over."

After that... the branch was gone.

"Good, good Lu Beichen!" Li Wujiu laughed loudly, but his laughter was full of resentment. "Good Chen Yanzhou!"

They dare not openly touch my Blood Lotus Sect, but secretly they sent three brats to burn down my branch and cut off my source of income!

He kicked the charred wood at his feet, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"I've worked hard for ten years! Ten years!"

The Blood Fiend Pill was almost complete, and he was sure to break through to the Flesh Refining Realm within six months! Now it's all ruined!

"It's all ruined!"

Han Sha dared not reply, only whispering, "Master, please calm your anger. As long as we live, we can survive..."

"Calm down?" Li Wujiu suddenly grabbed Han Sha by the collar, almost lifting him up. "You want me to calm down? Do you know how important this batch of Blood Fiend Pills is to me!"

"The headquarters is pressing us hard. The hall master has already declared that if we don't deliver enough pills within six months, we'll both have to go into the blood pool as 'materials'!"

He shoved Han Sha aside and paced back and forth irritably through the ruins.

"That piece of trash Xu Dishan! A dignified early stage of the Bronze Skin Realm, he couldn't even stop three little brats!"

And then there's Lai Xiaosi, Wang Xiaowu, Ma Xiaosan... a bunch of good-for-nothings! All these years of supporting them have been a waste!

After venting his anger, Li Wujiu gradually calmed down, but the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

"Investigate," he said coldly. "Find out exactly which three brats they are. And as for the Commandant's Office... we'll settle this score later."

Han Sha quickly replied, "Yes! I'll investigate right away!"

"Wait." Li Wujiu called out to him, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Go to 'Chunxiang Pavilion' and call Hongluan here."

I'm really angry right now, I need to vent.

Han Sha, fearing he might be thrown into the pill refining room, reminded him from the side, "We don't have enough vital energy right now, shouldn't we discuss this with those old guys?"

Li Wujiu reluctantly agreed: "We have no choice but to take the risk. I also agree to the conditions of those old guys."

The Blood Fiend Pills I refine can be given to these old fogies by an extra ten percent, but they must provide sufficient blood and qi.

Han Sha understood and accepted the order, bowing as he headed forward, heading straight for the Black Tiger Gang.

Li Wujiu stood alone in front of the ruins, gazing at the scorched earth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Chen Yanzhou is untouchable, Lu Beichen... and those three ignorant brats." He muttered to himself, his voice as cold as ice from the depths of hell, "You destroyed my branch, ruined my future... I will make you pay with your blood!"

As the sun set, it cast a long shadow of him, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

New house courtyard.

The night was deep and all was quiet.

Song Jing sat cross-legged on a stone platform in the courtyard, shirtless, his body steaming with heat.

The moonlight shone on his bronze skin, giving it a faint metallic sheen.

The Golden Bell Cover technique has reached its bottleneck.

"bring it on."

Song Jing took a deep breath and picked up two specially made iron sandbags from beside the stone platform.

Each weighs fifty pounds, filled with refined iron sand, and covered with cowhide, making it extremely hard.

Holding a bag in each hand, he took a deep breath and suddenly swung it up—

"Bang!"

The left bag slammed heavily onto the right shoulder, while the right bag slammed into the left chest!

The muffled sound, like the beating of a drum, carried far into the silent night sky.

Song Jing groaned, his shoulder and chest instantly turning red and swollen.

But he gritted his teeth and endured it, circulating his Golden Bell Shield technique to guide his blood and qi to the injured area.

Where the heat flows, the pain is slightly relieved, but the skin becomes more resilient.

"Again!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Iron sandbags rained down, striking his arms, chest, abdomen, back, legs... every vital part of his body was repeatedly pounded.

At first, it was just red and swollen, but gradually the skin tore open and fresh blood seeped out.

But Song Jing did not stop. He precisely controlled the force of each blow, so as not to injure the tendons and bones, and to stimulate the skin to the greatest extent.

Sweat mixed with blood flowed down his muscular body, pooling on the stone platform.

But his eyes remained firm.

There are no shortcuts on the path of martial arts. If you want to become stronger, you must endure hardship.

Time passed second by second.

By the time the moon was high in the sky, Song Jing had already struck it countless times.

My arms were sore, numb, and swollen, almost impossible to lift. My entire body was covered in bruises, red and swollen, a truly shocking sight.

But he could feel a force awakening deep within his skin.

That's a sign that the Golden Bell Shield has been broken.

"Almost there..."

Song Jing gritted his teeth, mustered his last bit of strength, and swung the two iron sandbags high into the air, then—

"boom!"

He swung his sword left and right, slamming it hard against the top of his head!

He used all his strength in that attack!

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Song Jing's vision went black; he felt faint.

But he forced himself to calm down and began to circulate his inner energy.

Blood and qi surged to the top of the head like a raging torrent, causing the skin membrane to vibrate violently and emit a soft "buzzing" sound.

That's a sign that the Golden Bell Shield has been broken!

"Break it!"

Song Jing let out a low roar and poured all his remaining blood and energy into it!

"Buzz—"

The sound suddenly intensified, like the long tolling of an ancient bell!

The next moment, his entire body was suddenly covered with a light golden luster, several times more intense than before!

Its luster flows like gold plating, shimmering brilliantly under the moonlight.

Those bruises and swellings faded and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, her skin had recovered completely, even becoming more resilient, smoother, and subtly metallic.

The Golden Bell Shield technique has finally achieved minor mastery!