Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

As dusk settled, the evening breeze swept across the walls of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, causing the copper bells on the eaves to ring softly, like whispers or sighs.

The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the shadows of the mountains, and the night mist rose quietly, swirling among the pines and cypresses along the edge of the martial arts arena, as if heaven and earth were holding their breath, waiting for a silent transformation.

Lin Wan'er sat cross-legged on the stone steps in the backyard, her forehead beaded with sweat, her breathing long and steady, clearly having just finished a round of arduous training.

She placed her hands on her knees, her fingertips trembling slightly, as she was still trying to calm the stagnant blood and qi in her body.

Today she has performed the third move of the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique," "Glimpsing Shadow," seven times in a row. Although she has not yet mastered it, she has already begun to see the flow of wind.

Where the wind passes by, fallen leaves swirl gently, as if drawn by an invisible force. It's just a hair's breadth away from truly having "wind in your legs."

Just as she was about to calm her mind and enter a state of tranquility, suddenly, a cold and aloof figure appeared, stepping on the moonlight.

The person's clothes fluttered, and their steps were silent, as if they were walking on the night itself, without even disturbing the fallen leaves beneath their feet.

The moonlight fell and settled on her shoulders, seemingly forming a thin layer of snow.

She stood below the steps, her features exquisite, her demeanor frosty, her eyes cool and clear, yet unable to conceal a hint of inner turmoil.

"Wan'er, it's been a long time," Li Ling Shuang said softly, her voice as clear and refreshing as a spring striking ice.

Lin Wan'er looked up and saw an old friend. A smile immediately bloomed on her face: "Ling Shuang? You actually came!"

I thought you recently went to the prefectural city on business and then left for faraway lands, never to return.

Li Ling Shuang slowly stepped forward and sat down beside her. Her gaze shifted slightly as she looked towards the depths of the martial arts arena: "On the day the Duan Yue Martial Arts School came to challenge us, although I was watching from the sidelines, I was stopped by my elders outside the fence and was unable to witness the details."

I've only heard that your Chasing Wind Martial Arts School... suffered a great loss?

Lin Wan'er's expression darkened for a moment, then brightened again, her eyes blazing with a fiery light: "You don't know! That day, Duan Yue Martial Arts School sent a new disciple named Wang Hu. He's only at the Niu Pi Realm, but he's incredibly arrogant."

He easily defeated three of our fairly strong new disciples, one of whom had even cultivated for three years and was at the mid-stage of the Bullhide Realm, yet he was defeated by someone of a higher level!

Even Zheng Siyuan, the senior disciple's confidant—the one who always boasted of being the second-best among the new disciples—was sent flying by a single kick, breaking three wooden stakes. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he almost couldn't get up!

Her voice was excited, her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails almost digging into her palms: "The entire training ground was silent, even the old master closed his eyes and remained silent."

Our face at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School was practically trampled into the mud.

Even the flag bearing the character for "wind" was pointed at and mocked—"Chasing the wind? Chasing my ass! You can't even beat a newbie!"

Li Ling Shuang's eyes flickered slightly, but her tone remained calm: "And then what?"

"Just then—" Lin Wan'er's voice suddenly rose, her eyes gleaming, as if Song Jing's words from that day still echoed in her ears—he had made his move.

"Song Jing?" Li Ling Shuang frowned slightly, her tone carrying a hint of disbelief:

"Could it be that blind date I went on last time?"

"Song Jing, who usually keeps to himself while practicing martial arts, never speaks, and whose name I can't even remember?"

"That's right, it's him!" Lin Wan'er was so excited she almost stood up. "You can't believe it—he beat Wang Hu to his knees and admitted defeat in just three moves! His movements were so fast that you couldn't even see his afterimages, as if the wind itself was moving."

Moreover, not only has he mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique to a minor level, but he has also cultivated a body-strengthening technique called "Golden Bell Cover," which makes his skin turn golden, impervious to knife cuts, and as hard as iron when punched!

The museum owner personally praised him, saying, "With a few years of dedicated practice, he's bound to achieve great things."

Li Ling Shuang froze, her eyes flashing with intense emotion.

She turned and looked towards the corner of the drill ground—

Song Jingzheng sat cross-legged on the blue stone, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and deep like a dragon's roar, his aura deep and concentrated, as if he had merged with the night.

He was shirtless, his bronze back gleaming faintly in the sunlight, his muscles like coiled iron wires, and a faint flow of true energy beneath his skin, as if covered by an invisible golden armor.

He slowly rose to his feet, then suddenly swung his right fist out—

"boom!"

The air exploded, the force of the punch was like a blade, tearing through the night, and a deep crack appeared on the wooden stake three zhang away.

Immediately afterwards, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body leaping up, unleashing a series of four consecutive Wind Chasing Leg Techniques—

"Treading Swallow!"—With toes lightly touching the ground, the figure soars through the air like a swallow, and fallen leaves rise with the wind;

"Sever the flow!"—A sweeping right leg, the force of the wind like a knife, cuts through all the grass stems within three feet;

"Shadow!"—His figure blurred into a shadow, moving swiftly for ten steps, leaving nine afterimages on the bluestone;

"A stunning sight!"—Soaring into the air, a leg slams down, the ground cracks, and dust flies everywhere!

It landed silently, as steady as a rock.

At this moment, the system panel quietly appeared:

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Success in Skin Forging - Cowhide Realm (34/100)

[Cultivation Technique Progress]

Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success (16/100)

Golden Bell Shield - Beginner Level (10/100)

Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner (5/100)

Although the "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique" is of a higher grade and its power far exceeds that of the "Chasing Wind" technique after mastery, requiring the muscles and bones to resonate with thunder and the ground to stomp like thunder, the "Golden Bell Cover" is a more difficult technique to cultivate as it is a horizontal training method.

It requires tempering the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones with qi and blood; the slightest carelessness can damage the internal organs, and only those with great perseverance can undertake this task.

Song Jing, however, was able to cultivate in parallel, and his progress was almost the same—in fact, because of his profound understanding of the other cultivation methods.

All martial arts under heaven, though different in origin, share the same source. By integrating and understanding them, one can learn from one or two aspects. The Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, in particular, has learned from and improved upon many more aspects.

However, the Golden Bell Cover technique can be mastered at a fast pace.

With his meridians flowing smoothly like the wind, the progress of the "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique" was even slightly surpassing that of the "Golden Bell Cover."

Li Ling Shuang's heart skipped a beat, her eyes flashed slightly, but she quickly concealed them.

She stared at Song Jing's figure, still somewhat incredulous, since she hadn't witnessed it herself; it all sounded like a dream.

My heart was filled with turmoil, but I was not completely convinced.

Moreover, above him are senior brother Li Wei and second senior brother Zhuo Bufan, who are now at the peak of the Copper Skin Realm and are probably not far from the Flesh Refining Realm.

After some training, one may have a glimpse into the possibility of reaching the Body Refinement Realm.

There's also Senior Brother Zhang, whose strength is progressing the fastest right now, he's the youngest, and his talent is outstanding.

The youngest Iron Skin Realm disciple at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

At only nineteen years old, he had already broken through the Iron Skin Realm and mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique. He was even hailed by the martial arts school as a "prodigy that is rare to see in a few years".

She had personally witnessed him practicing his martial arts under the moonlight; with a single step, the ground cracked like a spiderweb, and fallen leaves shattered.

That was the true potential of a prodigy; long ago, his Wind Chasing Leg Technique had already shown signs of near-mastery.

"Although Song Jing is talented, he is still far inferior to Senior Brother Zhang." She thought to herself, but a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. "I heard that Senior Brother Zhang wrote to me last month, saying that the family is pooling all its resources to support his cultivation."

"I've already started to focus all my efforts on breaking through to the Bronze Skin Realm. Maybe I can even secure a spot in the martial arts competition during the martial arts school tournament. This year, I really have a chance to compete in the martial arts grand competition..."

These people are all better than Song Jing, whether in terms of talent or ability.

This kid... might actually have some skill.

But true geniuses are those who consistently make a name for themselves, rather than those who accumulate knowledge and experience, then enjoy smooth sailing and rise to fame, ultimately becoming the object of everyone's admiration.

Lin Wan'er witnessed Song Jing's display of great power and his heroic act of bringing honor and glory to the martial arts school.

He spoke softly, praising, "He never boasts, never seeks fame, yet each breakthrough is as silent as a thunderclap."

Lin Wan'er shook her head and sighed, "Don't underestimate him, or you'll suffer a great loss."

"I don't believe it! I'm determined to see if it's as powerful as the legends say!"