Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Under the cover of night, he first crouched down next to the Vajra corpse and groped around. The man was as burly as an iron tower, but he looked like just a rough thug.

In the tattered leather pouch at his waist, there were only two taels of silver, a few pieces of dry, hard wheat cakes, and a chipped wood-chopping knife.

Song Jing shook his head: As expected, he's just cannon fodder at the bottom. The Black Tiger Gang collects a hundred taels of silver every month, but this guy only gets two taels.

But when he turned to Iron Head, his fingertips just slipped into his inner shirt and touched a stack of hard objects.

He paused for a moment, then quickly withdrew.

There were two ten-tael silver notes bearing the name of Xiushui Money Shop, plus two taels of loose silver!

Feeling further down, a small porcelain bottle was found hidden in a secret compartment of the belt. Upon removing the stopper, a fragrant aroma of medicine wafted out. It was half a bottle of high-quality skin-tempering ointment, enough for half a month of tempering!

The regular version from the martial arts school is twice as thick and has a purer medicinal effect. It costs at least ten taels of silver and is difficult to buy without connections unless you are willing to pay more.

He had only ever smelled this pure medicinal fragrance on Zhang Wu.

No doubt about it! This time we've really struck it rich!

It seems that Tie Tou is He Da Biao's true confidant, in charge of all the important matters of tribute money and silver.

The silver notes indicate that he handled the gang's money, and the premium skin-tempering ointment proves that he received special training—no wonder he led last night's operation, while King Kong was only fit to follow orders.

He spread the spoils on the table:

King Kong: Two taels of silver, a broken knife, half a wheat cake, and a regular Black Tiger Gang waist token;

Iron Head: Twenty taels of silver notes + two taels of broken silver, half a bottle of premium skin-tempering ointment, and a Black Tiger Gang inner member's waist token (engraved with the character "wealth").

The contrast is stark; their statuses are worlds apart.

He bent down, tore off the waist tags of the two men, rummaged through their belongings, and then put them into his pocket.

Tonight is just an appetizer.

It seems that the darkest place is right under your nose, and money is currently greatly benefiting my cultivation speed with remarkable results.

Two Black Tiger Gang waist tokens—rough iron, engraved with ferocious tiger heads.

The twenty taels of silver, its edges worn smooth, were clearly the result of plundering the people's hard-earned money, and even carried a hint of bloodshed.

There were also two bottles of skin-tempering ointment. Although they were far inferior to the premium version used by Zhang Wu, they were still a valuable commodity for a poor student, enough to buy six months' worth of food or even a year's worth of food if he lived frugally.

He silently divided the money into three parts, feeling no pride, only a heavy sense of peace.

Half a month ago, he had to be careful when borrowing even a tael of silver, and his fellow disciples ridiculed him as "Poor Song Jing, a fool who doesn't know what's good for him, trying to leap over the dragon gate like a carp."

At that time, he had achieved minor success in the Skin Forging Realm. He inserted his palms into iron sand, and the pain made his whole body tremble. He practiced for a day and the results were minimal, and his progress was as slow as a tortoise crawling.

Now, he is already a master of the Bull-Skin Realm!

His skin is like the hide of an old ox, impenetrable by a knife and unburnt by fire; his muscles are like armor, impervious to punches and iron rods; his blood and qi surge, allowing him to run ten miles in a single night without panting.

There is an insurmountable chasm between non-martial artists and martial artists.

And he, with the strength of his two hands and one foot, leaped over it himself!

A few days later, at a Black Tiger Gang branch, He Dabiao was furious.

"Iron Head and King Kong are dead?! Where are their bodies?!" He slammed his hand on the table, shattering it and sending splinters flying.

The scout knelt on the ground, trembling: "Reporting...reporting to the boss, at the mountain path at the village entrance, a wild dog carried out clothes and discovered the remaining remains of a body...it looks like he was beaten to death before he was born. All his ribs were broken, his neck was shattered, and his heart was sunken...the method was clean and cruel, leaving no survivors, and all his belongings were gone."

"Who did this?!" He Dabiao's triangular eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Could it be to rob us? But who in this area dares to mess with my Black Tiger Gang?"

Could it be about Lin Xiaochun? That stinky monkey only has one brother, Song Jing, who is on good terms with him, so he definitely has a motive.

Song Jing? Impossible! That kid isn't even a martial artist, barely at the Skin Forging Realm. How could he possibly defeat Iron Head and the other two combined? He simply doesn't have the strength!

Sun Li, who was in the corner, replied: "That kid hasn't even broken through to the martial arts realm yet, there's no way he could beat your two fierce generals."

He paced back and forth, then suddenly remembered something and glared at Sun Li in the corner: "Zhou Xingyun? Are you lying to me? He didn't leave at all?"

Sun Li retorted categorically, "Master He! I swear to God! I saw him board the ship and leave the port with my own eyes! Even the dockworkers can testify! Besides... if Senior Brother Zhou really wanted to take action, why would he hide? He's always been upright and honest!"

He Dabiao frowned, after all, losing the money was no small matter, as he had to hand it over to the deputy gang leader every month.

If one cannot pay the monthly installments without a legitimate reason, the thought of the deputy gang leader's ruthlessness sends chills down one's spine.

In that case, you might have to pay for it yourself, which is no different from risking your life.

He then muttered to himself, "But besides Zhou Xingyun, who else has this ability? He has an iron head and the strength to lift a tripod, and his skin is as thick as a diamond. Ordinary people would find it difficult to defeat even one of them, let alone two people dying together."

It would be impossible for anyone other than a martial artist to have two people die so mysteriously and without any chance to report the crime, leaving them completely defenseless.

Sun Li's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice: "Master He... have you forgotten? Zhou Xingyun is an unparalleled righteous man who hates evil like poison. Although he's gone, if he knew before he left that the Black Tiger Gang was going to attack the Lin family, wouldn't he... secretly ask someone to help?"

"Through someone?" He Dabiao was taken aback.

"Exactly!" Sun Li said with increasing certainty, "Senior Brother Zhou has traveled the martial world for many years and has made countless friends among wandering knights, bodyguards, and retired masters."

Perhaps he secretly asked a friend to protect Lin Xiaochun before he left.

After all, that little girl was adorable, and Senior Brother Zhou had heard her mention being reminded of his lost sister, so he had been quite concerned about the matter ever since!

A glint of light flashed in He Dabiao's eyes, and he slowly nodded: "That makes sense...that makes sense!"

The two exchanged a glance and finally reached a consensus: this matter must have been arranged by Zhou Xingyun through a master, and could not possibly have been done by Song Jing.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of Xiushui Town within half an hour.

Lin Hou'er was the first to rush to Song Jing's door, his face full of excitement and his voice trembling: "Brother Jing! Have you heard? Tie Tou and Jingang... were beaten to death last night! Their chests were crushed, their bones shattered to pieces! It must have been some chivalrous hero passing by, acting on behalf of heaven!"

His eyes reddened, and he gripped Song Jing's hand tightly: "Xiao Chan is safe... all thanks to that benefactor! Otherwise... otherwise I..." He choked up before he could finish speaking.

Song Jing gently patted his shoulder and said, "It's alright now."

Fatty Chen rushed over carrying a bag of medicine, sweating profusely. "I knew it! The Black Tiger Gang has committed countless evils; they're bound to be punished by heaven! Now our village can finally have some peace and quiet!" He lowered his voice, "I heard the beating was brutal; Iron Head didn't even have time to beg for mercy!"

Even the usually taciturn eldest brother came. He stood at the courtyard gate, his gaze sweeping over Song Jing with a complex expression—

The boy was tall and straight like a pine tree, with calm and deep eyes and a faint bronze complexion. He had a composed demeanor in every gesture, and was no longer the poor boy who cowered in the fishing village and bowed his head to everyone.

"You look quite different, little brother. Your energy and spirit are different, and your temperament is different from before... You must have been practicing hard lately, right?" the elder brother asked in a low voice, with a hint of respect in his tone.

He felt that his younger brother must have exceptional talent and perseverance in martial arts, and that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

Song Jing nodded, took out some silver from his pocket, and divided it into three portions: "This is what I borrowed from you before. I will repay it back with interest, double the amount."

Lin Hou'er was taken aback, then pushed him away forcefully: "I can't accept this money! I'm so grateful for your help this time, and the medicine must have cost you quite a bit! This is about enough to offset the cost."

He looked around, lowered his voice, and his eyes were full of gratitude and determination.

However, he had some doubts. Tie Tou and the others died on their way to capture Xiao Chan, and the time and place matched up.

Could it be that Brother Jing was the one who did it this time?

But what is Brother Jing's strength? Those two villains working together could probably take on seven or eight men.

It could never have been done by Brother Jing; he has both the guts and the ability.

But it was a bit strange that he told me to wait beforehand.

After pondering for a while, I still couldn't figure it out.

Never mind, if I can't figure it out, I won't think about it anymore. In short, this is indeed a very gratifying thing.

The rumors circulating outside all say that it was Zhou's doing, which is not unreasonable.

After all, Senior Brother Zhou once said that Xiao Chan looked a lot like his younger sister, otherwise he wouldn't have stood up for her.

Don't worry! I, Lin Hou'er, will remember Brother Zhou's kindness for the rest of my life!

Seeing this, Fatty Chen waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother Jing, you have a bright future! Consider this money my bet on the future master! Don't forget your brother when you become the senior disciple!"

The older brother gave him a deep look, then suddenly laughed: "Those muscles of yours... you've really built them up." He paused, then said solemnly, "I don't want the money. But I believe you'll achieve great things. Consider this an investment in you—you'll pay me back tenfold when you make it big!"

"No matter what, I have high hopes for you! Just keep moving forward," the three said in unison.

Upon hearing this, Song Jing felt a pang of emotion, but he still insisted on returning the silver.

After all, all beings suffer, and he understood the suffering here more deeply than the few people who experienced it.

The three of them couldn't persuade him otherwise, so they had no choice but to accept it. But they agreed that if he ever needed money, he shouldn't be embarrassed to ask them for it, and that he should always treat them as his own people.