Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

"Fourthly," Zhou Xingyun's tone shifted, tinged with a hint of teasing, "you can stay at the martial arts school as a 'sparring partner instructor'."

"Now that you are a formal disciple, if you are willing to contribute, you can lead a few temporary disciples to practice every afternoon, give them basic guidance, and spar with them."

Although I can't teach advanced techniques, the job is easy and stable, paying four or five taels a month, plus a lunch and dinner, and plenty of meat.

"If you break through your cultivation technique in the future and reach a higher realm, you will be able to take on formal disciples, double your income, and even receive personal instruction from the headmaster. Your future is limitless."

A glint flashed in Song Jing's eyes.

Without taking risks, selling oneself, or hindering one's cultivation, one can learn from each other, hone one's skills along the way, and cultivate in a lowly manner is not bad.

More importantly, you have freedom in your hands, and you can advance or retreat as you please.

He had already made up his mind: this way he could focus on improving his skills, earn money to supplement his income, and stay at the martial arts school to train every day. The environment was safe and the resources were plentiful. Wouldn't that be killing three birds with one stone?

After chatting for a long time, Song Jing suddenly remembered the important matter and lowered his voice to say, "Senior brother, could we... have a private spar? I have only recently broken through to the next realm and do not know my own strength. I would like to test my skills."

A glint flashed in Zhou Xingyun's eyes, followed by a loud laugh: "Good! I knew you were hiding something! Tomorrow at dawn, at the martial arts training ground behind the mountain, see you there!"

At dawn the next day, the thin mist had not yet dissipated, the mountain breeze was slightly cool, and dew clung to the tips of the grass.

On the training ground behind the mountain, the ground was paved with bluestone, surrounded by ancient trees, and it was quiet and deserted. Zhou Xingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his aura concealed, revealing only the power of the Lesser Completion of the Bullhide Realm, which was equivalent to Song Jing's apparent realm.

"Come on, attack me with all your might," he said with a calm smile.

Song Jing nodded, remained silent, and then suddenly strode forward!

fast!

His figure moved like an arrow released from a bow, and before the pebbles beneath his feet were even kicked up, he was already in front of Zhou Xingyun!

His right fist struck straight at his heart, the force of the punch tearing through the morning mist, and the air made a soft "humming" sound!

Zhou Xingyun's pupils contracted slightly—this speed far exceeded that of an ordinary cowhide mirror!

He hastily parried, and with a muffled "bang," he was forced back half a step!

"Good lad! Well done!" Zhou Xingyun was both surprised and delighted. He no longer held back and unleashed the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique." His leg shadows were like a net covering the ground, the wind howled, and stone chips flew everywhere.

However, Song Jing did not confront the enemy head-on, but instead relied on extreme evasion and maneuvering.

He moved like a fish darting through a crack, always glancing sideways at the last second before the wind of his leg could strike, his clothes brushing against the blade of air without a scratch. His footwork was like treading on the wind, subtly echoing the rhythm of the "Wind Chasing Leg Technique."

Within ten breaths, Zhou Xingyun couldn't even get a touch to his clothes!

The two exchanged nearly fifty blows. Zhou Xingyun suppressed his cultivation level to within the Bull Skin Realm, but he was still unable to completely suppress Song Jing.

The young man was as swift as the wind and as elusive as a shadow, attacking like lightning and retreating like the receding tide, his control of rhythm was exquisite.

"Stop!" Zhou Xingyun suddenly stopped, panting and laughing, "I'm not fighting anymore! If we keep going, I'll use my real skills!"

Song Jingyi withdrew his fist, a little sweat on his forehead, but his breathing remained steady as usual.

"Senior brother, I don't know how I practiced. I just practiced blindly, figuring it out on my own," he said truthfully. "I wonder what level I am at among the top-tier martial artists?"

Zhou Xingyun said seriously, "In terms of pure speed and evasion, you are already at the middle level among first-level martial artists! The most ordinary first-level martial artists probably can't even touch your shadow. If you fight them, you only need to make use of your speed advantage, and they won't be able to hurt you in the slightest."

"What if we encounter someone like He Dabiao?" Song Jing pressed.

"He Dabiao?" Zhou Xingyun sneered, "He has brute strength but hasn't cultivated any martial arts techniques. His qi and blood are mixed, and his movements are sluggish."

If I had gone all out back then, I could have killed him in one move. If it weren't for the Black Tiger Gang's backing and my reluctance to easily escalate the conflict, I would have left him lying dead on the spot long ago.

He paused, then lowered his voice: "But you are different. Although you have not yet reached the pinnacle, your movement techniques already possess divine essence. If you go all out, you can cripple his limbs within thirty moves, leaving him paralyzed for life."

Song Jing was startled.

It turns out that I had become so powerful without even realizing it!

But he remained expressionless, only saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

Zhou Xingyun patted him on the shoulder, saying meaningfully, "Your talent lies not in strength, but in speed and resilience. Keep honing your skills, and you might just be able to follow the 'speed-based' path in the future. Speed ​​can overcome all techniques. As a speed-based martial artist in the third realm once said: 'Of all martial arts techniques, speed is the only one that cannot be broken.'"

He looked around and lowered his voice: "However... Xiushui Village is currently rife with undercurrents. Although you are strong enough, you are not top-tier. You need to be more careful."

"Inside the martial arts school, the eldest and second eldest brothers are engaged in fierce competition. Zhang Wu is nearing the pinnacle of his skills, and with the help of precious medicines and the eldest brother's personal guidance, his progress is rapid. You are also considered to have achieved some success in your cultivation. If you reveal your full strength too early, you may incur their suspicion and suppression. A slight misstep could lead to you becoming an innocent bystander."

Song Jing nodded solemnly: "I understand the principle of 'the tallest tree in the forest,' thank you for your guidance, senior brother."

Zhou Xingyun then solemnly added, "The external situation is becoming increasingly complex, with uncertainty and severity rising daily. In the northwest of the city, the Great Yuan Dynasty, established by the Hu people, has been a century-old enemy of our Zhongyuan Dynasty."

"They boasted that they would break through the border within a year, capture Tianshui City in two years, and march straight into the capital in three years, attempting to occupy our fertile land, plunder medicinal resources, cultivate stronger warriors, and completely overthrow the foundation of our dynasty."

"War is imminent, and martial artists will become highly sought after. Some will rise to prominence, while others will be swallowed up by the chaos. If you want to survive, you must not only be strong, but also learn to conceal your strength."

Song Jing felt a chill run down his spine.

He originally thought that as long as he became stronger, he could control his destiny.

But only now do I realize what I've been thinking.

Strength is merely an entry ticket; concealment is the true lifeline.

After Song Jing left, Zhou Xingyun stood there, gazing at his tall, straight back, his expression complex.

"This kid... his progress is too fast." He muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly. "From the Iron Sand Trial to now, only three months have passed, yet he can already hold his own against me for dozens of moves without being defeated, and even forced me to use my true reaction..."

He suddenly remembered something, and his pupils contracted.

The deaths of King Kong and Iron Head of the Black Tiger Gang.

That night, the two were swiftly killed on the mountain path, their throats severed and bones shattered, their deaths bizarre, yet without any other injuries. Only a faint smell of burning remained at the scene, like the scorching smell of iron filings.

It is widely believed that Zhou Xingyun secretly sent someone to kill her to avenge He Dabiao's humiliation of the Lin family's daughter.

But he knew he hadn't made a move.

"If it was truly Junior Brother's doing..." Zhou Xingyun's eyes flickered slightly, showing no anger but rather a hint of approval. "Then so be it. It is exactly what I wish to see that you can use your strength to uphold justice."

He looked up at the sky; the morning mist was gradually dissipating, and sunlight was shining down.

"With chaos looming, if there were one more righteous warrior... it would be a blessing for all living beings."

He said softly, "Junior brother, it seems you're hiding quite a few secrets?"