Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The courtyard of the new house was filled with the aroma of medicinal herbs.

Song Jing was soaking naked in a huge wooden tub. The medicinal soup inside was dark brown and viscous like ointment. It was a body-tempering medicinal bath made with "premium skin-tempering ointment".

The scalding medicinal power, like countless fine needles, pierced deep into the skin through the pores, bringing a tearing pain and tingling sensation.

He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, but remained motionless, silently circulating his family's secret technique to guide the medicinal power throughout his body.

He has been taking this medicinal bath for seven days straight.

The daily consumption of "premium skin-tempering ointment" is worth no less than fifty taels.

In addition to supplementary elixirs such as "Shedding Skin Pill" and "Blood Activating Powder," as well as nourishing herbs specially added to daily diet, the expenses in a month reached nearly three hundred taels of silver.

Three hundred taels!

This is enough to allow a family of five in the outer city of Tianshui to live comfortably for several years.

Even at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, the annual allowance and earnings from tasks for an ordinary outer disciple amounted to only a few dozen taels of silver.

Even if one were to invite a personal disciple, without the support of a family, it would be extremely difficult to afford such a luxurious cultivation.

"Money, it's gone so fast." Song Jing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air carrying the smell of medicine, feeling the subtle strengthening sensation coming from the skin membrane under the cleansing power of the medicine, and sighed in his heart.

This level of consumption is probably only slightly inferior to that of a scion of a prominent family like Zhang Wu, who is supported by the entire Zhang family's pharmacy.

The resources invested monthly by an ordinary family in nurturing its core members are roughly at this level.

But the effects are also significant.

"Crack..."

A faint, delicate sound, like glass shattering, emanated from within.

The bottleneck has been broken.

Late stage of Iron Skin Realm!

The proficiency level on the panel improved rapidly without anyone noticing.

It will only take fifteen days to break through from the Iron Skin Realm to the Copper Skin Realm. At that time, as long as you don't encounter a second-realm expert, you will be able to handle things with ease.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Completion of Skin Forging - Iron Skin Realm (80/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Mastery】(30/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Minor Success] (12/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Minor Success】(24/100)

Song Jing suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light. He abruptly stood up, creating a splashing sound. His naked body gleamed with a metallic bronze luster under the moonlight, his muscles flowing smoothly and exuding explosive power.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him—at least 50% stronger than in the middle stage!

Not only strength, but also skin defense, blood circulation speed, and even the agility and explosiveness of attacks have been comprehensively improved.

If he were in his current state and faced his pre-breakthrough self, he would be confident that he could fight five opponents and win!

This is the strength built on resources! This is the progress bought with money!

The path of martial arts requires wealth, companions, methods, and land; wealth comes first, and that is no exaggeration.

Song Jing dried himself off and changed into clean martial arts clothes. He showed no signs of complacency after his breakthrough and went straight to the courtyard to practice the Chasing Wind Leg Technique.

Her steps were as light and agile as ever, her movements were three times faster, her leg kicks were even more powerful, and her speed was even more astounding.

With the support of his robust blood and qi from the late Iron Skin Realm, the already highly developed Wind Chasing Leg Technique gained even more power.

Next up is the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique.

The Wind Step is unpredictable and elusive, the Thunder Kick is accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder, and the most difficult Wind and Thunder Combo is now executed with less sluggishness and more fluidity.

Finally, there was the Golden Bell Shield. With a thought, a pale golden light instantly enveloped his body, becoming more solid and brighter than before. He casually picked up a piece of bluestone and forcefully smashed it against his arm—

"Bang!"

The bluestone shattered, leaving only a faint white mark on the skin of the arm, which disappeared in an instant.

"Good!" A look of joy flashed in Song Jing's eyes. His defensive power also increased accordingly. Now, even ordinary early-stage Bronze Skin Realm martial artists would find it difficult to break through his defenses without using their signature martial arts techniques.

But he quickly suppressed his joy.

Even at the late stage of the Iron Skin Realm, it's still not enough to contend with the undercurrents in the outer city of Tianshui.

Li Wei is at the peak of the Copper Skin Realm, the two leaders of the Blood Lotus Sect are probably even stronger, and Qin Yue, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, is even trying to break through to the Flesh Refining Realm...

"We need to go even faster." Song Jing looked up at the dark night sky. "The Copper Skin Realm... I must break through it as soon as possible."

Lu Beichen, the scapegoat

Meanwhile, in a dark alleyway outside Tianshui city.

"puff!"

The dull sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Lu Beichen groaned as a knife pierced his left shoulder, and blood instantly stained his official robes.

He staggered backward, his goose-feather saber flashing coldly as he forced back the black shadow that lunged at him again. Leaning against the wall, his face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

"Han Sha! Li Wujiu! You two bastards, are you ever going to stop?!" Lu Beichen spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, staring intently at the two people who slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was Li Wujiu, the branch leader of the Blood Lotus Sect, and Han Sha, the deputy branch leader, who was also known as Scarface Wolf.

Han Sha licked the blood from the tip of his blade and grinned maliciously, "Lord Lu, this is the fourth 'visit' to you this month. What's wrong? Is the tea at the Commandant's residence not good enough, or have we brothers failed to entertain you properly?"

Li Wujiu coldly replied, "Lu Beichen, stop pretending. You burned down my branch and killed my brothers; this is an irreconcilable feud! If you can't find those three little bastards, you'll pay with your head!"

Lu Beichen was so angry he almost vomited blood: "What utter bullshit! When did I burn down your branch? That night I led my men there, and all that was left was a pile of charred remains! I'm itching to be blamed for this!"

"If it wasn't you, who else could it be?" Li Wujiu's eyes were filled with resentment. "In the entire outer city of Tianshui, besides your Commandant's Mansion, who else dares to touch my Blood Lotus Sect? Who else has the ability to wipe out my branch overnight? It must have been you who ordered those three little beasts to do it!"

"I ordered your ancestors!" Lu Beichen cursed. "I act with integrity and honesty. If I wanted to mess with rats like you in the gutter, why would I need to hide anything? I would have led my troops to raze your stronghold to the ground long ago!"

"Still being stubborn even when you're about to die!" Han Sha shouted fiercely, and pounced again, his curved blade striking like a venomous snake, specifically targeting Lu Beichen's injured left shoulder.

Li Wujiu also attacked from the other side, his palm strikes fierce and aimed directly at Lu Beichen's vital points.

Lu Beichen gritted his teeth, wielding his goose-feather saber with such force that it was impossible to get through, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

He was slightly stronger than the two, but he had been injured by Han Sha's sneak attack earlier. Now, fighting two against one, he was struggling and in grave danger.

"Swoosh—" His clothes were ripped open by the blade, and another bloody gash appeared on his chest.

Lu Beichen was extremely frustrated. This undeserved accusation was driving him crazy.

He had indeed wanted to eradicate the Blood Lotus Cult for a long time, but before he could take action, someone "helped" him get things done and then pinned the blame on him!

The crucial point is, he genuinely doesn't know who did it! He's investigated for so long, but hasn't found a single clue! Those three so-called "young heroes" seem to have vanished into thin air!

"Damn it! Don't let me find out who's behind my back!" Lu Beichen fought and retreated, finally finding an opening. He unleashed his full power with his goose feather saber, forcing the two back. He turned and ran, using his lightness skill to its fullest extent. In a few leaps, he disappeared into the intricate alleyways.

Li Wujiu and Han Sha couldn't catch up and could only stop in frustration.

"That corrupt official got away again!" Han Sha said resentfully.

"They can run away, but they can't hide." Li Wujiu's eyes were icy cold. "Send down the order to intensify the search! Those three little bastards, and that corrupt official Lu Beichen... I'll make them pay with their blood!"

In the shadows, Lu Beichen clutched his wound, wincing in pain, applying ointment while muttering curses under his breath:

"Which bastard took the blame for this?! I've been ambushed four times this month! My wounds haven't even fully healed and I'm already getting new ones! Don't let me catch you, or else... ouch!"

The movement was too big and aggravated the wound, causing him to grimace again.

He looked back into the depths of the alley, his eyes filled with frustration and anger.

When will this undeserved calamity end? Who exactly are those three mysterious people?