Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

"Sun Li is qualified."

"Zhang Wu is qualified."

"Liu Shengqiang is qualified."

"Xu passed the test previously."

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"Song Jing is qualified."

Zhou Xingyun then announced: "Congratulations on passing the first test. You can join the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, but whether you can stay here and break through the first test, the Bull-skin Realm, depends on your own fate."

You can walk straight ahead to the outer hall to pay the money and receive a bottle of special medicine, Skin Tempering Ointment, and the sect's martial art, Wind Chasing Leg Technique.

These medicines are extremely precious; one bottle lasts for a month and is very expensive. Applying them to the skin after daily training will not only heal injuries but also accelerate the progress of skin forging.

Also, remember that the technique must not be passed on to outsiders, otherwise, they will hunt you down to the ends of the earth.

Furthermore, in this sect, infighting is strictly prohibited. Fighting within the sect is forbidden. Violators will be warned or fined, and in serious cases, expelled from the martial arts school or even have their cultivation revoked.

After explaining these matters, Zhou Xingyun headed towards the inner hall.

After walking for a short while and receiving the medicine and cultivation manual, Song Jing returned to the training ground immediately without delay and began to cultivate continuously.

Liu Shengqiang and Sun Li were quite curious, and the group started chatting for a while.

Before long, Xu Qian and Zhang Wu arrived, relying on the prestige and reputation of the Xu and Zhang families.

As soon as the two spoke, Liu Shengqiang and Sun Li took sides.

Seeing that Sun Li was performing better, Zhang Wu took the lead in trying to win him over.

Xu had no choice but to try and win over Liu Shengqiang, who was the last one left, since he wasn't a formal disciple yet.

He stood beside the hot pot, sweat rolling down his forehead, his gaze resolute.

He repeatedly plunged his palms into the red-hot iron filings, the skin and flesh sizzling against the intense heat, filling the air with a burnt smell.

His arms trembled from the excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, pulling out, cooling, and inserting again in an endless cycle.

The intense flames tempered his body, causing excruciating pain, but a layer of charred, hardened skin gradually grew on his palms, resembling iron armor. This was the foundation of his external martial arts skills, forged through his willpower.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (2/100)

[Cultivation Progress] None

Seeing the progress bar increase by one on the panel, Song Jing felt that his perseverance had not been in vain, and everything was worthwhile. Hard work pays off, and he smiled with satisfaction.

On second thought, I had some doubts; the progress seemed a bit slow.

The first tempering might be relatively easy during the beginner phase, with +1 skill point gain. After that, you'll only gain a little proficiency in an afternoon.

Most of the disciples recruited today come from wealthy families. Song Jing is almost the poorest disciple. He barely passed the test by relying solely on his own willpower and perseverance.

Some of the others relied on external help and seemed calm and composed compared to passing the test on their own, but it cannot be denied that these people also had talent.

It was nearly dark by then, and most people had already left to go home. Just as the venue was about to close, Song Jing was still cultivating on the field.

He knew that he couldn't hone his skills at home and accelerate his progress, so he had to make good use of the time he could spend at the martial arts school.

If one returns home early, the cost-effectiveness of using the ointment is greatly reduced, and one cannot cultivate anytime, anywhere.

Because only by training in a martial arts school can one accelerate their progress.

There's no way around it, we're still poor, so we have to squeeze every last drop of value out of the ointment.

Zhou Xingyun happened to be passing by on his way home and was somewhat surprised, as this kid had shown remarkable perseverance during the assessment.

It left a deep impression on him; he never expected that someone would be so dedicated to cultivation.

He only planned to leave when the temple was about to close, which probably shows his frugality and considerable wisdom.

The poor can only save money by eating and scrimping, while the rich can spend it lavishly.

It was as if I saw my own reflection, recalling that I also came from a poor background.

When I first started learning martial arts, I relied entirely on the help of my fellow villagers. They scraped together three taels of silver and seventy-six eggs, which is how I achieved what I have today.

Along the way, I have encountered many benefactors who have helped and assisted me. In addition to my own talent, their kindness is also indispensable for me to get to where I am today.

However, the path of martial arts emphasizes both hard work and talent. To achieve greater things, hard work alone is not enough.

After all, heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Zhou Xingyun felt pity for him and wanted to offer him some guidance and help, while also testing his talent and assessing his potential.

Extending out both hands, fingertips slightly cool, I first gently pressed Song Jing's Jianjing acupoint, then slowly moved down along the spine, my fingertips carefully caressing and pressing each vertebra, pausing occasionally, closing my eyes to sense the sensation.

He secretly felt sorry for Song Jing, whose talent was so mediocre that he was unlikely to achieve anything great.

Reaching the second realm is likely a slim chance, as it demands a high level of talent and comprehension. One must comprehend the first stage of internal strength—Ming Jin—before being able to enter the Refining Flesh realm.

But he still gently comforted him, saying, "Junior brother, you are diligent in your practice and have extraordinary perseverance. You will surely achieve great things in the future."

If you have any questions about practicing, feel free to ask me in your spare time, and I will answer them all.

With a solemn expression, Song Jing bowed deeply to Senior Brother Zhou, clasped his hands together and raised them to his forehead, and said loudly, "Then thank you very much, Senior Brother Zhou!"

After all, Senior Brother Zhou was the only one who took the initiative to be warm and friendly with him, while the others only had a superficial acquaintance with him because of his poor family background.

Everyone spoke coldly, their expressions arrogant, and their contempt was plain to show.

After speaking, he placed his hand on his heart, his gaze sincere, "I will remember Senior Brother Zhou's kindness and repay it with all my heart in the future!" After speaking, he bowed again, his movements sincere and solemn.

After bidding farewell to Senior Brother Zhou, Song Jing followed the familiar country road. The road surface was full of potholes, and the roadside weeds grew tall and dense, almost covering his entire body.

But the scene on my way home today was completely different.

Because of the uneven ground, he walked with unusual ease, just like in his life, he didn't have to walk on thin ice, but rather on flat ground. Even the weeds couldn't block his eyes; his vision remained clear.

As we approached the village, the road appeared somewhat different from usual.

More villagers were peering out from the village entrance.

The villagers who used to avoid him like the plague now peeked out of their courtyards, their faces beaming with smiles—some apologizing, others trying to curry favor.

"Oh! Is that Song Xiaowuzhe back?"

"The Song family must have had some really good karma from their ancestors!"

"This is just a small gift, nothing more, but please accept it as an apology!"

Chicken, duck, fish, eggs, coarse cloth wine jars, and even freshly steamed rice cakes were offered to him, with people vying to stuff them into his hands.

He had never seen many of the faces before, and they used to never even greet him, but now they were as close as long-lost relatives.

Even Wang the butcher, who had once mocked him to his face, saying "a fisherman's son doesn't deserve to practice martial arts," was now rubbing his hands together and shamelessly asking, "Brother Jing, if my son is fortunate enough to be accepted into a martial arts school in the future, could you perhaps recommend him?"

Song Jing ignored Butcher Wang, remaining calm and nodding in greeting without saying a word.

Ignore them, don't stoop to their level, and don't respond. Focus on doing your own thing well.

Everyone understood what he meant, so they could only nod and smile as they left.

Upon returning home, I immediately applied the ointment to my skin, which had been tempered that day.

A cooling sensation seeped into the cracked skin, gradually calming the burning pain. The fine cuts slowly closed under the medicine's effects, the skin shimmered, and new skin was quietly growing.

Soon, the burns were relieved considerably, the epidermal cells began to heal faster, and I felt an unprecedented level of comfort.

Song Jing took a deep breath and felt no fatigue or drowsiness from his afternoon practice.

At this moment, I felt inexplicably energetic, my features were more defined, I looked more vibrant than before, full of energy, and my body seemed stronger and more robust.

His voice was also fuller and more resonant, loud and powerful, carrying the dignity of a martial arts practitioner.

Tomorrow I can train for another day. Without this ointment, I'm afraid I could only train twice a month. No wonder there's such a big difference between me and ordinary people.

Ordinary people lack the resources and find it difficult to obtain training methods; even if they do, they cannot sustain high-intensity training.

With the aid of the ointment, at this rate, ideally, he should be able to reach the martial artist level in about fifty days.

Three months is more than enough for the timeframe.

Next comes the practice of the martial arts techniques.

A cool night breeze rustled through the bamboo grove outside.

Song Jing held his breath and focused intently as he opened the yellowed manual of martial arts techniques. By the moonlight, he studied it word by word, memorizing the key points of each movement.

He took a deep breath, assumed a starting stance, and suddenly swept his right leg horizontally, creating a gust of wind, but he stumbled and fell.

He gritted his teeth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, crouched down, and prepared to strike. He raised his leg again and kicked out. The wind from his leg swept several meters away, causing the lights to flicker.

He meticulously studied each move according to the diagrams, his leg shadow gradually becoming a blur under the moonlight.

Overjoyed, Song Jing beamed with delight, waving his arms excitedly, "I did it! I did it!"

I've finally mastered the basics of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (2/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (1/100)

Song Jing practiced repeatedly, refining the details, until late at night.

At first, his movements were clumsy but determined. He took a deep breath and kept raising his leg to sweep horizontally, his movements stiff.

Then he assumed the starting stance and practiced each move slowly and persistently, referring to the diagram in his mind.

As the night deepened, his movements became more fluid, his legs flashing and creating a whooshing sound, and his figure became increasingly light.

Working tirelessly, he meticulously refined every detail, from lifting his knees and twisting his waist to relaxing his legs, striving for absolute perfection. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his legs ached as if filled with lead, yet he grew increasingly excited with each practice.

As the moonlight shone down, he landed steadily, his breathing gradually even, and his eyes shone brightly.

The Wind Chasing Leg Technique has begun to take shape.

Song Jing felt that his speed was much faster than before; if he were in modern times, he would probably be considered an athlete.

Sweat and effort will eventually be reflected on the panel and will not be in vain.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (2/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (1/100)

In about a hundred days, this leg technique will be mastered to a minor degree.

At this moment, Song Jing began to fantasize, wondering what kind of improvement the perfected Chasing Wind Leg Technique would bring to him. He was sure it would allow him to surpass Bolt.

However, a hundred days is indeed a long time. The Black Tiger Gang is like a man-eating beast, watching us closely, and we cannot afford to be slow.

Soon after, news of Song Jing's entry into the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School and his passing of the preliminary assessment spread throughout Xiushui Village.

The next morning.

More and more villagers brought chickens, ducks, fish, eggs, wine, and other gifts to offer their congratulations. Regardless of whether they were acquainted before or not, they were all incredibly enthusiastic at this moment, and many of them were unfamiliar faces.

The house went from being deserted to bustling with visitors, with polite words and compliments coming and going.

"The Song family has produced a prodigy! His future is limitless!"

"This is just a small token of my appreciation."

"A golden carp is no ordinary fish confined to a pond!"

It was roughly like that grand entrance banquet in my previous life, but when I grew up and lacked the strength, I realized that I was nothing.

All of this is now simply because I am a disciple of the martial arts school, even if it's just a temporary disciple.

But the martial arts school staff ignored him; he was a superior person in the eyes of the villagers, and everything was based on comparison.

Song Jing was not swayed by the praise, flattery, and sycophancy before him. He knew that the peak breeds false supporters, while the twilight is the time to witness true believers.

Only Fatty Chen and Monkey Lin were genuinely happy for the protagonist, their eyes filled with envy, and they rushed over to offer their congratulations.

"I knew you could do it, Jing!"

Lin Hou'er interrupted, half-jokingly saying, "You're not A-Jing anymore, you'll have to call me Brother Jing from now on, right?"

"Hello, Brother Jing," the two quickly greeted in unison.

Song Jing declined, explaining modestly, "There's no need for that. I haven't become a formal martial artist yet. I'm still registered at the martial arts school and there's a trial and assessment period ahead."

He then nodded solemnly and promised, "Once I become a martial artist, I will repay the money I borrowed double, and I will not fail you for risking your life to raise the funds yesterday."

The two men believed it without a doubt, since every martial arts master was either rich or noble, and to them they were practically gods.

The three-month assessment period is roughly equivalent to a "promotion or dismissal" system, which is quite difficult for ordinary people, but for Song Jing, who has the panel, it is like a life-or-death question. He is confident that the two people's investment will yield a high return.

Only by passing the assessment can one obtain the powerful medicine to accelerate cultivation and even receive a share of the profits. They will also have a certain say within the martial arts school and become a true core member of the school.

The rising sun, gentle and warm, warmed people's hearts and reflected the figures of the three sitting around.

The fat man picked up the rough porcelain bowl, gulped down a large mouthful of wine, his cheeks flushed, and grinned, revealing a missing half-tooth.

He put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took out a neatly folded piece of red paper from his pocket, and carefully spread it on the table.

"See that? My sister's marriage certificate!" He lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his pride. "She officially married into the Xu family last month, and now she's the proper young mistress of the Xu family."

As he spoke, his eyes shone like lamp wicks. He then secretly glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention before continuing, "Our mother also benefited. The doctor hired by the Xu family treated her, she keeps taking medicine, and she's much more energetic now, able to get out of bed and walk around."

He paused, then suddenly leaned closer to Song Jing and patted his shoulder with his chubby hand: "Brother, if you ever need any medicinal herbs in the future, just ask if you have the money! My sister is in there, so she can probably get in touch with her. The Xu family's pharmacy... hehe, I'm not exaggerating."

Lin Hou'er sat to the side, listening silently, turning the rough bowl in his hand over and over again, as if recalling the past and feeling somewhat uneasy.

He lowered his head and took a sip of wine, his throat bobbing slightly, his eyes darkening. After a moment, he raised his head, his voice low but firm: "As long as my sister can grow up safely, I still have hope." After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp, the bottom of the bowl slamming heavily on the table, as if making a silent vow.

Song Jing nodded emphatically, "Definitely." Little Sister Monkey, Xiao Chan, had been with the brothers since childhood and was already very familiar with them, like family.

The group hadn't drunk so heartily in a long time, and they only left after they had enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

After the joyous gathering ended, Song Jing returned home alone.

The moonlight was as clear as water, yet his brows furrowed slightly.

Why didn't you come, brother?

Yesterday, he asked Lin Hou'er to deliver money, but today he's nowhere to be seen.

Could it be... something happened?

He quickened his pace, a growing sense of unease rising in his heart.

But no matter what lies ahead, whether it brings joy or sorrow, he is no longer the fisherman boy who can be trampled on by others.

With a swift kick, fate has turned.