Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 133 The Change at Dragon Gate, the Steps to Heaven (Extra Chapter Since I'm Off Work)

The clamor in the training ground gradually subsided, but Song Jing's heart was churning like boiling water, difficult to calm down.

Fifteenth place, Pingtianmen—these six words stirred up a thousand waves in his heart, each wave reflecting his brilliant imagination for the future.

On the high platform, Magistrate He Tianxiong had finished expressing his symbolic praise, and turned to Chen Yanzhou beside him.

Chen Yanzhou nodded slightly and stood up again.

The inner city captain's gaze slowly swept over the twenty newly promoted prodigies below the stage, lingering for a moment on Song Jing, before he began to describe the Ping Tian Sect, a place that haunted the dreams of countless martial artists, in a calm yet weighty voice: "Now that you have been recommended to enter the Ping Tian Sect, you have embarked on a completely different path. This is a martial arts giant in the eastern part of our Great Zhou, whose profound foundation is incomparable to that of ordinary people."

"Within the sect, the resources available far surpass those of any family or clan." Chen Yanzhou's voice was calm, yet every word struck a chord in people's hearts. "All outer disciples are entitled to a fixed monthly allowance of twenty Qi and Blood Pills to strengthen their foundation, cultivate their vitality, and strive for vigorous progress."

Twenty Qi and Blood Elixirs per month!

These words not only shocked Song Jing, but also caused a collective gasp from the audience. Countless gazes instantly turned intense, filled with envy, longing, and amazement.

Twenty pieces! What does that even mean?

Even with the combined efforts of the entire second branch of the Nie family, they could only manage to squeeze out two coins per month for their eldest son, Nie Shuli!

The top successors of the four major families and three major martial arts schools in the inner city may be close to this number, but that would inevitably involve the allocation of the family's most core resources, and it is by no means something that everyone can obtain.

For the vast majority of martial artists, a single Qi and Blood Pill is something to be cherished and used sparingly and gradually.

"Only truly exceptional talents, at the Body Refining Realm—a stage requiring immense blood and qi to repeatedly temper the bones and muscles—can barely absorb and transform the medicinal power of twenty Qi and Blood Pills within a month, thus propelling their cultivation forward steadily," Chen Yanzhou continued, his voice seemingly able to read minds. "However, the key to using pills lies in quality, not quantity. It requires persistent and arduous practice to ensure the medicinal power is fully integrated into one's body and becomes the foundation. If one is greedy and reckless, one's blood and qi may become weak and unstable, shaking the very foundation."

Song Jing felt his heart pounding like a drum.

Twenty!

Last time, he exhausted all his resources—his master's generosity, Li Ling Shuang's gifts, the Nie family's support, and his own savings—but in total, he only had a dozen or so Qi and Blood Pills.

With tireless and relentless hard work and the miraculous transformation of "Heaven rewards diligence", he managed to advance his proficiency in the early stage of the Body Refining Realm by one-fifth within a few days!

If there is a stable supply of twenty pieces per month ——————

He could hardly imagine what that scene would be like!

Based on this efficiency, even without any additional opportunities, relying solely on the monthly fixed amount of pills and his own hard work, he is extremely confident that he can cultivate the Body Refining Realm to perfection within four months!

At that time, let alone catching up, it would be no pipe dream to completely surpass the current level of Qian Rushan, Lei Zhen and other top geniuses in the inner city!

And this is just the beginning; it's the "standard equipment" that Pingtianmen gives to its outer disciples.

"Within the Pingtian Sect lies a vast collection of top-tier martial arts techniques and deadly secret arts, far surpassing the ordinary martial arts circulating in the world. Furthermore, sect masters regularly hold sermons to answer your questions and dispel your doubts, helping you to overcome obstacles and understand your path forward." Chen Yanzhou's voice carried a captivating allure. "Within the sect's treasury, there are also divine weapons and protective armor forged using rare spiritual materials such as extraterrestrial meteorite iron and earth core fiery marrow, supplemented by ancient secret methods, as well as rare and precious elixirs and spiritual treasures that can help break through bottlenecks and cleanse the marrow—"

"However, sects also value rules and contributions. In addition to basic expenses, more advanced techniques, stronger divine weapons, and more precious resources can all be exchanged for sect contribution points."

Where do contribution points come from?

Completing various tasks issued by the sect, making special contributions to the sect, or distinguishing oneself in sect competitions or external conquests will all earn corresponding rewards.

resource!

A top-tier martial arts technique inheritance!

Expert guidance needed!

A treasure trove of divine weapons!

Contribution system!

Song Jing's breathing became slightly rapid involuntarily.

This means that once he steps into Pingtian Gate, the biggest gap between him and the geniuses in the inner city—resources—will be instantly bridged, or even reversed!

They may have family background to support them, but as a powerful martial arts sect that dominates the region, the depth and breadth of its resources are far beyond what a mere inner city family can compare to.

In terms of the inheritance of cultivation techniques and guidance from masters, the millennia-old accumulation of Pingtianmen is something that the inner city forces can only dream of.

Most importantly, he possesses the talent of "Heaven rewards diligence"! This talent allows him to absorb and transform resources at an unbelievable efficiency, and his comprehension of cultivation techniques is astonishingly fast.

Given equal or even better resources, his growth rate will surely be like a roc spreading its wings and soaring into the sky!

"Surpassing them is only a matter of time." Song Jing slowly closed his five fingers, his eyes burning with unwavering fighting spirit and absolute confidence.

Inner city eight sons?

The Four Great Prodigies?

On the magnificent stage of Pingtianmen, they will all become scenery that they need to surpass on their way to climb to higher peaks, rather than the end.

He clearly remembered Chen Yanzhou saying that if he could truly join the Pingtian Sect, there would be a "surprise." What could it be? A rarer elixir? A special cultivation technique? Or some kind of token of identity and introduction? Song Jing couldn't help but feel a bit curious and expectant.

My scattered thoughts were pulled back to reality by a series of warm and sincere congratulations.

Before the crowd had dispersed, relatives and friends who had received the good news had already rushed forward eagerly.

Leading the charge were Zhou Xingyun and Lin Wan'er, their faces still wet with tears, yet their smiles were radiant.

"Junior Brother Jing! Fifteen! Pingtian Gate! Hahaha!" Zhou Xingyun gave Song Jing a bear hug, patting his back hard, his voice trembling with excitement, "Senior Brother knew you could do it! You definitely could! You've brought immense honor to our Zhuifeng Martial Arts School and to the outer city!"

"Junior Brother Song, congratulations." Lin Wan'er stood to the side, tears welling in her eyes, her voice gentle yet firm. "Your future in the sect is bright. We—will always be proud of you."

Nie Shuli and Nie Shuli, from the second branch of the Nie family, also rushed over, their faces beaming with heartfelt joy and gratitude.

"Brother Song! No, Senior Brother Song!" Nie Shuli clasped his hands excitedly, his voice trembling slightly. "Congratulations on your leap to success, Senior Brother! Our entire Second Branch is honored! In the future, if you ever need anything in the sect, just send us a word, and our Second Branch will do everything in our power to help!" Song Jing not only helped them stabilize their crumbling family business, but now he has soared to great heights. This friendship and investment are of immeasurable value to our Second Branch.

"Good disciple! Master is late!"

A loud, familiar shout rang out, and Master Lin Xuanyue parted the crowd, striding forward with imposing presence. He was still in his armor, his face covered in dust, clearly having just returned from the northern frontier after a long and arduous journey.

Upon seeing his beloved disciple, even this tough man's eyes welled up with tears, and he placed a heavy hand on Song Jing's shoulder: "Good! Good!"

"Good! Fifteenth! Pingtian Gate! My disciple, Lin Xuanyue's disciple, has entered the sect! Master—Master's life has been worthwhile!" A thousand words are contained in this simple yet deeply moving exclamation.

"Brother Song! Congratulations!" Another familiar figure squeezed through the crowd; it was Lu Beichen. Dressed in the uniform of the Commandant's Office, he smiled broadly and punched Song Jing hard in the chest: "I knew you were no ordinary person! Today you've finally risen to prominence!"

It's a pity I was too busy with official duties to witness your final triumphs. Now that you've entered the Heavenly Gate, don't forget your old brothers!

"Brother Lu, I will never forget your kindness in helping me out," Song Jing said sincerely with a smile. Lu Beichen had taken good care of him when he was still a nobody, and this kindness was profound.

Finally, a graceful green stream passed through the crowd and arrived – it was Li Ling Shuang.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Song Jing, a bright smile blooming on her lips like the spring sunshine in March. Her voice was clear and captivating: "Senior Brother Song, congratulations on achieving your wish. Ling Shuang—I'm truly happy for you." Her simple words contained the most sincere blessings and a hint of unspoken admiration hidden deep within her heart.

Song Jing solemnly returned the greetings to each of his teachers, close friends, and companions who had given him selfless help, sincere care, and fervent expectations on his path of growth.

It was these invaluable friendships that made him never feel alone on his path of martial arts.

Congratulations poured in, and joy filled the air.

At the edge of the training ground, the news soon reached the Duan Yue Martial Arts School camp. The atmosphere was heavy with lingering fear. The school master, Guo Wenzhou, gathered with his senior brothers and others, thinking about Song Jing, who must be being fawned over by everyone at that moment. His expression changed, and his thoughts were complicated and hard to describe.

"Master, Eldest Brother, look—" The Second Brother's throat bobbed, his voice dry and tight, "Fortunately, fortunately last time we—humbled ourselves enough and offered enough in apology. Who could have predicted that Song Jing would actually soar to the top fifteen and gain entry into the sect!"

The eldest disciple, still shaken, let out a heavy sigh: "Yes, at the time, I felt a pang of fear, thinking we'd just lost three inner city spots..."

He had promised the Star-Patterned Iron Essence, plus several thousand taels of silver, his heart bleeding. Looking back now, it was truly—a blessing from our ancestors, who saved the entire family!

If we had hesitated even slightly back then, or harbored other intentions, and given his current momentum, he were to enter Pingtianmen again, and if he were to bring up past grievances in the future, my Duan Yue Martial Arts School—I fear—would be reduced to ashes in an instant!

Guo Wenzhou's vest was already soaked with cold sweat, and the chill went straight to his bones.

He saw further and deeper than his disciples. Even the outer disciples of Pingtianmen had undergone a complete transformation in their status.

Let alone him, the owner of a martial arts school in the outer city, even many prominent families in the inner city would treat him with utmost respect.

Song Jing's future is now limitless. If he really holds a grudge against the humiliation of his challenge to the club back then—the consequences are suffocating to even think about.

"Pass down the order," Guo Wenzhou's voice was deep and resolute, brooking no argument. "Prepare a generous gift—no, prepare the most lavish gift that Duan Yue Martial Arts School can offer! Tomorrow—no, later today—I will personally go to Zhui Feng Martial Arts School to offer my congratulations! In the future, if Zhui Feng Martial Arts School has any needs in the outer city, Duan Yue Martial Arts School will provide full assistance without hesitation!"

After this incident, everyone at Duan Yue Martial Arts School no longer held Song Jing or the entire Zhui Feng Martial Arts School in the slightest contempt or hostility; instead, they felt deep awe and a desire to curry favor with him.

What seemed like a "humiliating" act of spending money to avoid disaster and bowing down turned out to be the most crucial turning point for their martial arts school to continue.

The results of the competition swept through the city like a hurricane.

On West Street in the outer city, Wang Hu, who used to be a resident of the city, was squatting on the threshold of his dilapidated courtyard, listening to the excited discussions of passersby.

"Have you heard? Song Jing from the outer city has broken into the top fifteen and joined the Pingtian Gate!"

"Which Song Jing? The one who used to live at the end of West Street and frequented the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School?"

"Who else could it be but him! He's incredible, he's practically a god!"

Wang Hu dropped his pipe to the ground with a thud, his face turning deathly pale, followed by a sickly flush.

He suddenly stood up, circled the narrow courtyard twice, and kept muttering, "Pingtianmen—Pingtianmen—My God—"

He recalled how he had been pressured by his sect to challenge the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School. If it weren't for his elder brother's sake, he would probably be in a very different situation now—

"Thank goodness—thank goodness I didn't offend him to death back then—" Wang Hu plopped back down on the threshold, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, muttering with lingering fear, "If I hadn't been so reckless back then and had stubbornly resisted to the end—by now, the grass on my grave would probably be taller than me—" He felt incredibly fortunate for his "pragmatism" back then.

Meanwhile, in another alley, Wang, who had once been rather cold and even somewhat disdainful of Song Jing, was slapping herself hard in front of the reflection of her own water vat.

"Slap! Slap!"

"I was so blind! So blind!" Wang cried, her face contorted with regret and resentment. "That boy—no, Young Master Song Jing—actually joined a sect! He's practically a god! How could I—how could I have ignored him, even complaining that he was wasting his time practicing martial arts—I was truly blinded by greed!"

She remembered how harshly she had treated Song Jing when he came to borrow grain as a child, and she was filled with remorse.

If only I had known this would happen, I could have at least made a good connection back then!

However, the atmosphere was completely different in a simple courtyard near the Wind Chaser Martial Arts School in the outer city.

Song Jing's elder brother, Song Yi, along with his childhood friends Chen Pangzi, Lin Hou'er, and Lin Hou'er's younger sister, Lin Xiaochun, were sitting around a dilapidated wooden table.

On the table sat a small dish of peanuts and half a pot of cloudy wine, a rare treat bought to celebrate.

"Brother Jing—no, Master Jing! He's really joined a sect!" Fatty Chen's face flushed with excitement as he rubbed his hands together. "From now on, when I go out, I'll tell everyone that I grew up playing with the immortal master of Pingtian Sect! Let's see who dares to look down on me then!"

"What a disappointment!" Lin Hou'er glanced at Fatty Chen with disdain, but his eyes were also shining. He lowered his voice and said with a hint of longing, "I think that with Master Jing's ability and loyalty, once he has a firm foothold in the sect, he might really be able to lend us a hand."

Hehe, who knows, maybe they'll actually get me a job in the government office, a powerful tax official, collecting taxes ruthlessly—no, I mean collecting taxes impartially! Let's see if those unscrupulous merchants dare to cheat us out of our weights and measures then!

Lin Xiaochun, who was quietly shelling peanuts, looked up with bright eyes and whispered, "Then—then Dahuang can also enjoy good fortune, right? Maybe he can go to the yamen and eat the government's food?" Her childish words drew good-natured laughter from everyone, and the courtyard was filled with a joyful and hopeful atmosphere.

Song Yi didn't say much, but silently poured a little wine into everyone's broken bowls. Then he picked up his own bowl, his hand trembling slightly, his eyes already wet.

He tilted his head back and drank the murky liquor in one gulp. The spicy taste went straight to his throat, but he couldn't suppress the excitement and pride surging in his heart.

"Father, Mother, if your spirits are watching from heaven, can you see this?" Song Yi murmured in his heart, tears finally streaming down his face. "Jing'er—"

"They've made something of themselves! They've really made something of themselves! The fortune teller wasn't lying; the Song family—is truly going to produce someone remarkable! May our ancestors bless us, may our ancestors bless us!"

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the vast training ground, now quiet and deserted, and the streets and alleys of both the inner and outer city, in a warm golden-red hue.

Some were happy, some were relieved, some regretted, and some looked forward.

Song Jing stood in the center of the field, taking one last look at this land that had witnessed sweat, battles, glory, and countless genuine emotions. Then, he looked up and gazed into the depths of the inner city, towards the Pingtian Gate, a place shrouded in mist and seemingly leading to the heavens.

"Master, senior brothers and sisters, Brother Lu, Brother Nie, Miss Shuli, Junior Sister Ling Shuang, Brother, Fatty, Monkey, Xiao Chan—I will remember your kindness."

"Pingtianmen—"

The young man in the blue robe turned around, his clothes fluttering lightly in the evening breeze.

The last rays of the setting sun painted the vast training ground with a final, glorious golden-red hue. Most of the crowd had dispersed, but the air still seemed to retain the thunderous cheers and boiling fighting spirit of the day.

He strode forward, resolutely stepping onto that long, golden road stretched out by the setting sun, leading to endless possibilities.

A leap over the Dragon Gate sets the stage for a storm.

Years will pass, and his roar will surely shake the heavens!