Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

On the sidelines, the second senior brother, Zhuo Bufan, had been silently watching the game, but at this moment he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and the long-standing worry between his brows dissipated somewhat.

As the second senior disciple, he is now having a difficult time in the temple, feeling that he is struggling to move forward.

The eldest disciple is powerful, and Zhang Wu is behind him.

As the pride of the martial arts school and a representative of the newly recruited elite disciples, he has already entered the initial stage of the Iron Skin Realm, mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, and is fully supported by the Zhang family.

He had no cards to play and was unable to compete.

But seeing Song Jing's abilities today, he suddenly felt enlightened.

Song Jingzhi's potential may not be inferior to Zhang Wu's!

Although Zhang Wu is strong, he has been famous for a long time, and everyone knows his background.

Song Jing was different—he was like a dragon hidden in a deep pool, remaining still until he moved like a thunderclap.

More importantly, he was on good terms with his sixth junior brother, Zhou Xingyun, who was on good terms with Song Jing. So this was not the same as him being on good terms with Song Jing.

If it were today, Zhuo Bufan, the second senior brother, would be a mathematical genius at the highest level, having mastered the transitivity of parallel lines without a teacher.

With the Duan Yue Martial Arts School eyeing the competition from the outside, the importance of your martial arts school's recommendation slots cannot be overstated.

It is an important consideration for the upward development of a martial arts school.

Without this recommendation quota, how can we recruit high-quality disciples?

This spot represents a slim chance of entering a sect, and even a slim chance would attract countless people, especially local nobles and gentry.

"If we can win over Song Jing..." he thought to himself, "the future conflict within the academy might have a turning point."

Looking at Song Jing's calm profile, he had already quietly made up his mind.

Despite Li Ling Shuang's best efforts to defend Song Jing, Lin Wan'er, as the senior sister, could not bear to see her junior sister humiliated.

Although she knew Song Jing meant no harm, a woman's nature ultimately prevented her from seeing her sister bow down.

She gazed at the figure on the stage, then suddenly a slight smile appeared on her lips. She spoke slowly, her tone gentle yet sharp:

"Junior brother, I've been watching you guys fight for ages, and I'm itching to join in. How about... we exchange a few moves and have a friendly spar?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Song Jing looked up, her gaze calm: "Senior Sister, do you also want to spar?"

Lin Wan'er smiled, her eyes sparkling: "What, you don't dare?"

She paused, then said, "I heard that Junior Brother seems to be short of money lately, and he even has to win the Crispy Skin Cream... How about this, Senior Sister will provide four bottles of Premium Skin Tempering Cream, top-quality goods, to help Junior Brother make a full-fledged breakthrough in his cultivation level."

Her tone shifted, becoming somewhat playful:

"If you win, or it's a draw, all four bottles are yours; if you lose—I'll give you two bottles as... 'punishment money' for getting revenge on Ling Shuang."

She smiled broadly: "How about it? Pretty generous, right?"

The entire room fell silent.

Song Jing stood there, but his heart was in turmoil.

I really don't understand these women... they're all so amazing!

He couldn't help but think to himself:

I just wanted to earn some extra money, so how did I become a typical example of "being greedy for money"?

And... how did you figure out that I was greedy for money?

But the next second, his eyes lit up slightly.

Wait... she said four bottles of premium skin-strengthening cream?

He quickly calculated in his mind:

A bottle of premium skin-tempering ointment is worth ten taels of silver; four bottles would be worth forty taels!

His salary was only ten taels of silver, so these four bottles of ointment were indeed a lot, enough for him to use until he broke through to the Copper Skin Realm without worrying about anything else!

If there's anything in the world that money can't buy, it's that you don't have enough money.

Hitting one senior sister is the same as hitting two senior sisters.

Money is money whether you're earning money from one person or from two.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

Since you are so sincere in giving me money, how can I refuse?

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately put on a humble smile, cupped his hands, and changed his words, saying, "Senior Sister, this is not a friendly exchange, but clearly guidance and mentorship for juniors."

My junior brother is dull-witted and needs my guidance, senior sister. How could I refuse?

Lin Wan'er was taken aback, not expecting him to agree so readily.

Li Ling Shuang sighed and said, "This guy... he really was waiting for this moment!"

Song Jing, however, was already feeling quite pleased with himself.

The senior sister sincerely gave money, and the junior sister also gave money. This night was more than just a friendly exchange.

This is bringing wealth to your door!

He moved his shoulders and neck, and his blood and qi slowly began to boil.

If we're going to fight, let's fight it beautifully.

Let them know—

What is that? It's silent when still, but it can sweep the entire place when it moves!

A cool night breeze blew, and the drill ground was brightly lit. Four lanterns swayed in the wind, illuminating two figures facing each other—Song Jing and Lin Wan'er.

Three figures had already surrounded them.

Li Ling Shuang stood on the sidelines, her expression complex;

The second senior brother, Zhuo Bufan, stood with his arms crossed, his eyes piercing.

Sixth Senior Brother Zhou Xingyun leaned against a pillar with a smile on his lips, as if watching a good show.

"Junior brother, are you ready?" Lin Wan'er asked softly, her tone gentle yet sharp.

Song Jing cupped his hands in greeting, his face still bearing that humble and gentle smile: "Senior Sister, please give me your guidance."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Wan'er had already moved.

As a mid-stage Iron Skin Realm cultivator, she possessed abundant Qi and blood, and her muscles and bones resonated harmoniously.

With a stomp of his foot, the ground cracked open in a spiderweb pattern. His body moved like the wind, his right leg sweeping across as the third move of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, "Flow Cutting," roared forth!

Leg shadows were like phantoms, and a strong wind cut through faces, shattering fallen leaves within three feet!

Song Jing neither retreated nor dodged. With a jolt of his right arm, the Golden Bell Shield's true power flowed, and a faint golden light emanated from his forearm as he took the kick head-on!

"Bang!"

The muffled sound was like thunder, and the air surged.

Everyone felt a jolt in their ears. Lin Wan'er was forced back half a step by the force of the impact, while Song Jing remained as steady as a rock, with fine cracks appearing on the bluestone beneath his feet!

"What powerful external martial arts!" Zhou Xingyun narrowed his eyes. "His Golden Bell Shield was not used at full strength just now. Now that he is using it at full strength, its power is several times greater than before."

It's not just the beginning, it's truly seeped into my bones!

"But he's only at the mid-stage of the Bullhide Realm..." Li Ling Shuang murmured, "How could he possess such power?"

Unbeknownst to her, although Song Jing had not yet broken through to the Iron Skin Realm, his cultivation of the "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique," though only at the entry level, had already caused his bones and muscles to creak and his blood and qi to circulate like thunder, making his strength far surpass that of others in the same realm.

The body is at the mid-stage of the Bullhide Realm, yet it possesses power approaching that of the late-stage Bullhide Realm, and even close to that of the Ironhide Realm!

Lin Wan'er's heart tightened, and she no longer held back.

She had recently mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, her moves were skillful, and her power was continuous.

The four moves, "Treading Swallow," "Severing Flow," "Gliding Shadow," and "Startling Swan," were unleashed in quick succession, with leg shadows weaving together and the wind whistling as they pressed forward step by step, each move aimed at Song Jing's vitals!

Song Jingze used stillness to control movement, his body moving like a green bamboo in the wind, adapting to the situation.

He didn't rush to attack or try to be the first; he only used the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Lesser Mastery" to respond. The moves were simple yet incredibly precise.

Sometimes he would sidestep, like the wind passing through the treetops; sometimes he would block head-on, his body protected like an iron bell; sometimes he would use the opponent's force against them, forcing Lin Wan'er to defend herself with a backhand palm strike.

"Something's not right with him. Could he be hiding his true abilities?" Zhou Xingyun suddenly muttered to himself.