Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 134 Entering the Sect

With the Heavenly Gate in sight, the three-day deadline approaching, 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.

On the high platform, County Magistrate He Tianxiong and his advisor Sheng Huaixu had already risen to leave. Before departing, the two once again cast approving and expectant glances at the twenty newly promoted "prospective disciples" below the platform.

Just then, Chen Yanzhou, who had been sitting still, slowly got up.

He did not leave with the magistrate and his advisor, but instead took two steps forward and came to the edge of the platform.

This simple action instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. Whether it was the twenty outstanding talents who had not yet left and their relatives and friends, or the crowd watching from afar, they all involuntarily held their breath.

Chen Yanzhou's gaze calmly swept over every young and energetic face below the stage, pausing slightly on Song Jing before he spoke in his characteristically low but clear voice: "Today's competition is over. You twenty have qualified to enter the Pingtian Gate. This is due to your own talent, perseverance, and..."

This stroke of luck is also a source of glory for Tianshui City.

He paused, and an invisible pressure seemed to subtly permeate the air.

"However, the path to becoming a sect is not easy. Pingtian Sect is a renowned martial arts sect in the eastern part of our Great Zhou Dynasty. It ranks highly throughout the entire prefecture and has selection branches in more than twenty counties. To be able to enter its gates is a great honor, but it is also the beginning of many trials."

His gaze swept over the crowd again, lingering briefly on the faces of the top-ranked individuals such as Qian Rushan, Lei Zhen, Zhao Yuanqing, Li Qingmei, and Song Jing, before continuing, "I have already used the seal of the Commandant's Office to report your names, origins, and performance in the competition to the sect's Tianshui City branch within the inner city. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, the branch's escort will arrive soon."

At this point, Chen Yanzhou's tone carried an undeniable air of authority, and also subtly revealed a sense of awe towards that behemoth: "Therefore, I, on behalf of the sect's branch, hereby issue the following order."

"Three days from now, at 3:45 AM, assemble at this training ground. At that time, the guide from the Pingtianmen Outer Affairs Hall's Tianshui City branch will personally lead you twenty people to the Pingtianmen branch's headquarters in the inner city center to complete your entry procedures and officially be included in the outer sect disciple roster!"

"The Pingtianmen branch headquarters is located in the most central and prosperous part of the inner city. Its palaces are magnificent and its scale far surpasses that of the main office of the military commander. It is the most prominent and majestic place in the city besides the city lord's mansion, representing the Pingtianmen's supreme and unparalleled status in the area."

"Within three days, you should make proper preparations, handle worldly affairs, bid farewell to your families and teachers, and calm your mind. Do not miss the appointed time, and do not bring too many useless items. The sect has its own rules and regulations."

"Did you all hear that clearly?"

"Listen carefully!" The twenty people below the stage, regardless of their social status, were all deeply moved and responded in unison.

Three days! Only three days! The final step to joining the sect is just around the corner!

And the target was none other than the Pingtianmen branch, a majestic place in the heart of the inner city, a place that countless people looked up to but could never reach!

The inner city's prodigies, such as Qian Rushan and Lei Zhen, gleamed with even stronger ambition and cunning.

From a young age, they knew what the magnificent building in the center of the inner city meant: it was a symbol of true power and strength that surpassed the four major families and the three martial arts schools!

To be able to step into it and become a member is one of the ultimate dreams of the elite children of the inner city.

Zhao Yuanqing's expression was gentle, but there was a turbulent emotion deep in his eyes.

Li Qingmei's beautiful eyes darted around, as if she were plotting something.

Bai Yunfei took a deep breath and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Nie Feng clenched his fist, looked towards the center of the inner city, and then glanced at Song Jing not far away, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

When Song Jing heard descriptions like "the very heart of the inner city," "its palaces far surpassing those of the Commandant's Office," and "its absolute authority," his heart skipped a beat. He was finally about to step into that legendary place!

That place he could only look up to from afar, a place he felt was unattainable! He subconsciously glanced at his master, Lin Xuanyue.

Senior Brother Zhou Xingyun and Senior Sister Lin Wan'er looked towards the distant outer city.

In three days, he will bid a brief farewell to his relatives and friends and head to a brand new and higher platform.

"Very good." Chen Yanzhou nodded slightly, satisfied with everyone's reaction. His gaze swept over Song Jing again, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said calmly, "Disperse. Remember, it's 3:45 AM. Don't be late. If you miss the sect's appointed time, no one can bear the consequences."

Having said that, he didn't linger. He turned and joined his personal guards, who were already waiting nearby. With steady steps, he left the high platform and disappeared into the twilight. Before leaving, he took one last look at the majestic complex of buildings in the center of the inner city, faintly visible and reflecting the golden light of the setting sun, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

As Chen Yanzhou left, the tense atmosphere on the training ground suddenly relaxed, and was immediately replaced by a greater uproar and excitement.

"Three days! To the inner city center! Pingtianmen branch!"

"Oh my god, I can finally go inside and have a look!"

"Quickly, go back and prepare! Those who need to say goodbye, say goodbye; those who need to give instructions, give instructions!"

The twenty lucky winners were surrounded by their relatives, friends, and fellow students once again, with congratulations, words of advice, and expressions of emotion filling the air.

But in everyone's words, there was an added sense of urgency about the "three-day deadline," as well as a longing for and a touch of awe for that mysterious and majestic place.

Song Jing was surrounded again by the people from Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, the second branch of the Nie family, Lu Beichen, Li Lingshuang, and others.

"Jing'er, three days—time is short, but your master has thought of everything that needs to be prepared!" Lin Xuanyue patted Song Jing's shoulder hard, his eyes filled with reluctance, pride, and a touch of emotion.

Back then, he never had the chance to get close to such a place.

"Junior brother, take care! Once you get there, do your best! Make our outer city and our martial arts school proud!" Zhou Xingyun's eyes were red, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"Junior Brother Song, be careful on your journey. The inner city center has many rules, so pay close attention," Lin Wan'er gently instructed, her eyes full of concern.

"Senior Brother Song, congratulations! Your entry into the branch is a great honor! In the next three days, if you need anything, just let me know!" Nie Shuli solemnly promised, his opinion of Song Jing rising even higher. Entering the Pingtianmen branch was far more significant than merely receiving a recommendation.

"Brother Song, take care! If you have the chance someday, don't forget to invite me to broaden my horizons!" Lu Beichen smiled and cupped his hands, a hint of envy in his eyes. Although the Commandant's Office held great power, in terms of transcendence and foundation, it was still a notch below the Pingtianmen branch.

"Senior Brother Song—" Li Ling Shuang approached, her thousand words condensed into just one sentence: "Take care on your journey. I hope you will establish yourself soon and shine brightly." She quickly stuffed a simple sachet embroidered with green bamboo into Song Jing's hand, then turned and hurried away, her ears slightly red.

She knew that from the moment she stepped into the branch, the distance between them might widen further, but there might also be new possibilities.

Song Jing gripped the sachet, still warm and faintly fragrant, in his hand, feeling a surge of warmth and a rising sense of pride.

He bowed deeply once more to all those who cared for him: "I will forever remember your kindness. In three days, I will certainly live up to your expectations and step through the Heavenly Gate!"

As night deepens, the city lights begin to illuminate the night.

Song Jing took one last look at the town that held countless memories and struggles for him, then gazed at the towering buildings in the inner city center, still brightly lit in the night, resembling a crouching behemoth. That would be his new starting point.

He turned around and walked with his master, senior brothers and sisters towards the direction of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

Their steps were more firm and powerful than ever before.

Three days have passed; I bid farewell to my family and friends.

They gathered at Chen Shi (7-9 AM) and headed straight for Tian Shu (ST2).

The branch is magnificent, and a new journey has begun.

This young man's journey will surely shake the world!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the fourth day, before dawn, twenty figures stood solemnly in the central training ground of the inner city.