Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Ever since that disastrous defeat, Zhang Wu has been like a frightened bird.

He huddled in his luxurious yet cold room, the sharp pain in his arm far less intense than the fear gripping his heart.

Song Jing's calm yet terrifying eyes, his ghostly movements, the kick that clashed with his Black Mountain Fist but instead severely injured him... every detail tormented him repeatedly in the dead of night.

"Monster...that kid is a monster!" Zhang Wu smashed the medicine bowl on the bedside table, shattering it into pieces.

He, a dignified Copper Skin Realm genius nurtured by the Zhang family, was actually crushed head-on by a "junior brother" in the Iron Skin Realm, and was beaten without any power to fight back!

This humiliation gnawed at his self-esteem like a venomous snake, and brought with it a fear that penetrated to the bone.

Song Jing must die! His life is the greatest threat to me, an indelible stain on my reputation, and a hidden danger that could explode at any moment, bringing me and the Zhang family to utter ruin!

How can I kill him? I can't beat him. Although my senior brother Li Wei injured Song Jing that night, he escaped with his strange movements. Obviously, it will be difficult to succeed for the time being.

Although the master of the martial arts school has left the city, there are many spies in the school, and it would be too risky to take action openly.

"We must find outside help... We must strike decisively and not give him any chance to turn the tables!" Zhang Wu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a name came to mind—Zhang Kui.

Zhang Kui, one of the Zhang family's retainers, often deals with "tricky" matters for the family outside the home. His cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Copper Skin Realm. His Stone-Splitting Palm is fierce and domineering, and he is rarely matched among those in the Copper Skin Realm.

Most importantly, this person was greedy and had a close relationship with Zhang Wu's faction.

"Uncle Kui will return to Tianshui City in fifteen... no, at most twenty days to handle a batch of goods..." Zhang Wu calculated, a ferocious smile finally appearing on his pale face.

Twenty days? He could wait! As long as Zhang Kui returned, with his strength at the Great Perfection of the Copper Skin Realm, crushing Song Jing, who was at the Iron Skin Realm, would be a piece of cake.

He immediately wrote a letter and used the family's secret channels to send it out urgently.

Seven days later, Zhang Wu received a reply containing only a few words: "Known, return date remains unchanged."

Fifteen days after Lin Xuanyue left the city, deep within the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, Song Jing's courtyard was shrouded day and night in the rising medicinal fumes and the dull sounds of striking.

For the next fifteen days, Song Jing hardly left his house.

Empty medicine bottles and used-up medicine packaging were piled up in the corner of the courtyard—three whole boxes of premium skin-tempering ointment were used, and the skin-shedding pills worth one hundred taels were a common occurrence.

Ordinary disciples could not afford such consumption. Although the effects of the Molting Pill became less and less obvious as time went on, it still provided him with a good boost at this moment, especially for someone at the Tempering Realm.

The "Iron Bone Bath," specifically designed to complement the Golden Bell Shield cultivation technique, requires two main ingredients, "Iron Wire Vine" and "Crimson Flame Fruit," which are extremely rare and expensive. The culprit is the silver accumulated from previous training and some resources left over from spoils of war.

"Click."

With a blank expression, Song Jing tossed another ten-tael silver ingot into the cloth bag containing the medicinal herbs. As he watched the money pouch quickly deflate, his heart tightened.

In just one month, four or five hundred taels of silver were burned away.

This only includes the consumption of pills and medicinal herbs, not including the large amounts of meat and refined rice needed to maintain high-intensity cultivation every day.

Even if an ordinary martial arts school disciple saved up for three to five years, he might not be able to afford his expenses in a single month.

Even a prestigious family like the Zhang family, which dedicates all its resources to cultivating a core member like Zhang Wu, would probably only invest this much each month.

But all of this has translated into real progress.

During the day, he repeatedly practiced the four forms of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique and the three forms of the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique.

The lightness of the swallow's steps has reached its pinnacle, leaving no sound on the ground and no trace in the air; the burst of the shadow's attack is even more sudden, with seven afterimages attacking different directions almost simultaneously; the power of the interrupted flow is condensed into one, sweeping legs and breaking rocks is as easy as taking a step; between the rise and fall of the startled swan, there are already faint signs of stirring up the wind.

The coordination between the Wind Step and the Thunder Kick became increasingly seamless. The most difficult move, the Wind and Thunder Combination Strike, although not yet fully perfected, had already taken solid shape. When executed, the sounds of wind and thunder could be heard, and its power was astonishing.

At night, the training begins with the arduous practice of the Golden Bell Cover. The specially made iron sandbags have long been replaced with fine steel sandbags embedded with fine black iron. Each blow is accompanied by excruciating pain from torn flesh and the tingling and itching sensation from the medicinal bath.

The pale golden luster flowed more and more smoothly under the skin, and when it was not yet revealed, the toughness of the skin membrane far exceeded that of ordinary iron.

The fifteenth day, midnight.

Song Jing sat cross-legged in the courtyard, surrounded by the last three bottles of elixirs.

He was shirtless, and beneath his bronze skin, a pale golden luster flickered like his breath. His blood and energy surged within him like a river, emitting a deep rumble.

The bottleneck in the late Iron Skin Realm had already loosened. The accumulation of massive resources over fifteen days and the relentless day and night cultivation had solidified his foundation to an astonishing degree.

"Right now."

His eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he poured all three bottles of pills into his mouth!

The immense medicinal power exploded within his body instantly, like a volcanic eruption, assaulting that invisible barrier!

"boom--!"

It felt as if something inside my body had been completely overturned! The speed of my blood and qi circulation suddenly surged, and the sound of rushing blood could be faintly heard coming from outside my body!

The membrane trembled violently, emitting a buzzing sound. The pale golden luster was no longer restrained, but shone through the body, illuminating the entire courtyard with a hazy golden light!

The copper-skinned mirror is broken!

Song Jing stood up, opened his eyes, and a flash of golden light appeared in his eyes, sharp as a sword.

He clenched his fists, feeling the earth-shattering changes within his body.

His strength had nearly doubled since the late Iron Skin Realm! His muscles and bones seemed to have been reforged, and every move he made contained explosive power.

He had a feeling that his raw strength was now no less than that of an ordinary late-stage Bronze Skin Realm martial artist!

Defense has undergone a qualitative change! Driven by the breakthrough, although the Golden Bell Shield's realm has not increased, its power has risen accordingly.

At this moment, there is no need to deliberately exert any energy; the toughness of the skin is already comparable to the protective true energy of a mid-stage Copper Skin Realm martial artist!

If he were to activate the Golden Bell Shield at full power, his body would be enveloped in golden light. He was confident that his defensive capabilities would be strong enough to withstand the fierce attacks of a late-stage Copper Skin Realm expert!

Speed: The combination of mastering the Wind Chasing Leg Technique and the Wind Step has brought his movement speed to a new level.

In the blink of an eye, afterimages remain, rivaling even the late-stage Copper Skin Realm, and even surpassing it in short-range bursts of power!

My five senses became more acute; the rustling of the leaves in the night wind and the rustling of insects crawling in the distance were clearly audible.

My spirits were higher than ever before, and I could see every detail clearly.

He looked down at his arm, where a faint golden light swirled beneath his skin. When he clenched his fist, a thunderous sound emanated from his muscles and bones, and his entire body seemed to be coated with an invisible golden glow, exuding an indestructible and overwhelming aura.

"Finally...it's done."

Song Jing slowly exhaled a long breath, the breath condensed like an arrow, shooting three feet away before slowly dissipating.

Fifteen days of extravagant spending, fifteen days of sweat and toil, fifteen days of perseverance—at this moment, the most fruitful results have finally been achieved.

He looked in the direction of Li Wei's courtyard, his eyes calm, but deep inside there was a cold sharpness.

At the early stage of the Copper Skin Realm, with the Golden Bell Shield buff, his defense is comparable to that of the late-game level; with the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, his strength is comparable to that of the late-game level; and with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, his speed surpasses that of the late-game level…

Li Wei, Zhang Wu.

It's time to settle our accounts properly.

At this moment, Zhang Kui, travel-worn and weary, returned to the Zhang family.

He was about fifty years old, tall, with a rugged face, and his large, calloused hands were covered with palm-leaf fans. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he opened and closed them.

Inside the secret room, Zhang Wu dismissed his attendants and personally poured tea for Zhang Kui. He then embellished the story, emphasizing how Song Jing was "treacherous and cunning" and "ambushed and plotted against him," explaining that he had been caught off guard and suffered a loss. He also hinted that Song Jing might possess a rare treasure or profound martial arts techniques.

"Uncle Kui, if this boy is not eliminated, he will surely become a major threat to the Zhang family! I beg you, Uncle Kui, to take action and kill this scoundrel..." Zhang Wu made a throat-slitting gesture, his eyes filled with resentment and pleading.

Zhang Kui sipped his tea leisurely. After listening, he raised an eyebrow and spoke with undisguised contempt: "I thought you were some important figure, but you're just a brat in the Iron Skin Realm? Wu'er, you're in the Bronze Skin Realm now. Do you really need this old man to deal with an Iron Skin Realm cultivator?"

Zhang Wu's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Uncle Kui, you don't know, that kid is incredibly strange! His movements are unbelievably fast, and his strength is ridiculously great. I... I'm really no match for him."

"Oh?" Zhang Kui finally put down his teacup and looked directly at Zhang Wu, his gaze sharp as lightning, as if trying to see right through him. "Your foundation is weak, and your blood and qi are restless. Did you use some kind of potent medicine to force a breakthrough?"

Zhang Wu's heart skipped a beat. Knowing he couldn't hide it from this seasoned veteran, he had no choice but to lower his head and admit, "Yes... I used some pills provided by the family to help me."

"Hmph!" Zhang Kui snorted coldly, "Just as I thought. Cultivation built up with the power of medicine is like building a tower on sand, all show and no substance! It's not surprising that you can't beat a solid Iron Skin Realm cultivator." His contempt deepened, clearly attributing Song Jing's strength to Zhang Wu's own "incompetence."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Kui is right." Zhang Wu dared not refute and repeatedly agreed. "That's why I need Uncle Kui to take swift and decisive action to crush him with absolute power, lest things get complicated. After it's done, I will reward you handsomely!" As he spoke, he pushed over a heavy wooden box filled with five hundred taels of silver notes.

Zhang Kui glanced at the wooden box, his expression softening slightly, and said indifferently, "Fine, since you've spoken up, and it's for the sake of the family. A mere Iron Skin Realm brat is nothing to me. I'll go and 'pay a visit' to this 'genius' of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School later."

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about crushing an ant rather than killing someone.

"Thank you so much, Uncle Kui!" Zhang Wu was overjoyed and quickly bowed in gratitude. But in his heart, he thought viciously: Song Jing, no matter how wicked you are, with Uncle Kui, a master of the Copper Skin Realm, taking action this time, let's see how you dare to cause trouble! Your death is imminent!

Zhang Kui waved for Zhang Wu to leave, then sat alone in the secret room, looking at the box of silver notes with a disdainful smile.

"An Iron-Skin Realm cultivator... dares to make this old man personally take action? This kid Zhang Wu is really getting worse as he gets older. Oh well, let's just stretch our muscles and see if that kid really has anything good on him..." He muttered to himself, a greedy glint in his eyes.