Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Dusk fell as dark as ink beside the Lin family's old house.

Lin Houzi and Lin Xiaochun stood at the entrance of the old house, their faces showing a trace of pain, but their eyes concealed a hint of unease and reluctance.

They knew they couldn't live here all day like before, and they were ultimately reluctant to leave.

Song Jing planned to arrange for the siblings to stay temporarily at Zhou Xingyun's house.

"Brother Jing..." Lin Houzi scratched his head, his voice trembling slightly, "I...I really don't know what to say. You've helped me so much, I've never been treated like a human being in my entire life."

Even after you became successful, you still didn't see us for who we were, and you continued to help us. You truly deserve our brotherhood.

Song Jing patted his shoulder, his voice low but firm: "Don't say anything. You're my brother. If I don't help you, who will?"

Remember, wherever you go, don't bow your head, and don't give up on your fate.

Live well, for as long as you're alive, there's hope.

A short while later, the three arrived at the Zhou family's residence. Song Jing personally escorted Lin Houzi and Lin Xiaochun to the Zhou family's home.

The courtyard gate opened, and Old Man Zhou came out leaning on his cane, his face full of kindness. He grabbed Xiao Chan's hand and wouldn't let go: "Good child, you've come at the right time. I just steamed some jujube cake. Come in and eat."

Looking at everything before him—the tidy courtyard, the steaming hot food, Old Man Zhou's smile, and Song Jing's composed back—Lin Houzi suddenly felt a lump in his throat and his eyes reddened.

He pulled Xiao Chan down to his knees with a thud, choking back tears as he said, "Brother Jing... Lin Hou and my sister... will never forget your kindness today!"

His voice trembled, choked with sobs, yet every word was as firm as iron.

Song Jing helped them up, patted their shoulders, and whispered in their ears, "Being alive is more important than anything else."

The night breeze was slightly cool. Instead of going home, Song Jing went straight to the east wing of the martial arts school—Zhou Xingyun's resting place.

Zhou Xingyun was practicing his boxing in the courtyard. His aura was as steady as a mountain, and the wind from his punches caused fallen leaves to flutter down.

Although he was still young, there was a hint of vicissitude in his eyes, yet he always carried an air of righteousness, with clear eyes and neither arrogance nor impetuosity.

"Senior Brother Zhou," Song Jing bowed respectfully, "In twenty-five days, we will face Xiao Miechen of the Duan Yue Martial Arts Academy in a decisive battle. I wonder if you... are prepared? Are you confident in your abilities?"

Zhou Xingyun withdrew his fist, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and after a moment of silence, slowly spoke: "Junior brother, to be honest—I am not confident."

He looked up at the moon, his voice low: "My realm is similar to Xiao Miechen's, both at the early stage of the Copper Skin Realm. But his realm is even half a step higher than mine, and he has also mastered the Broken Mountain Fist Technique to a minor degree, making him on par with me."

However, the Duan Yue Fist is characterized by its explosive power and unparalleled ferocity. It once knocked a three-inch-thick iron plate off its side with a single punch, and it follows a style of wide-open and powerful movements.

I've faced him seven or eight times. I won the first two by a narrow margin, not because of my strength, but because of my experience and resilience.

Later, as he gained more experience, I lost to him once and never won again!

He gave a bitter smile: "This time, he will definitely go all out. As for me... if I lose, I will not only lose my spot, but also lose face for the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School."

The owner has treated me well, and I am deeply indebted to him. He has mentored me for many years, and I would be terrible if I disappointed him…”

He didn't finish his sentence, but the guilt and pressure in his eyes were overwhelming.

Song Jing stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, no one is born strong; everyone is forged step by step through adversity."

Although Xiao Miechen is strong, he may not have your temperament or your will.

Even if he takes the lead temporarily, it's not a permanent lead.

"Junior brother is right." Zhou Xingyun finally smiled. "Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Even if I lose, I can study hard for another three years and have another chance next time.

As long as the spirit of martial arts remains, there is no defeat.

He suddenly countered, "Junior brother, have you come today for some business?"

Song Jing nodded, his expression solemn: "Senior brother, I have two childhood friends—Lin Houzi and his sister Lin Xiaochun. You know their families are poor."

With taxes increasing, the political situation becoming more volatile, and people frequently going missing in the city, lives are in grave danger.

I was thinking... could we arrange for them to work at the martial arts school, doing odd jobs, just enough to make a living and live a peaceful life?

Zhou Xingyun frowned slightly and pondered, "This matter... is probably difficult."

Senior Brother Li Wei is in charge of personnel. Without his approval, rashly appointing outsiders would only harm them. The martial arts school is divided into factions, making things even more difficult for them in the next few days.

Song Jing frowned, about to speak again.

Zhou Xingyun suddenly burst into laughter, slamming his hand on the table and standing up: "Why bother with the martial arts school? Let them stay at my house!"

Song Jing was taken aback.

"My father lost his wife early in life and had no children. He was lonely most of the time."

"I even mentioned wanting to take Xiao Chan in as my goddaughter because she was so well-behaved and sensible," Zhou Xingyun laughed. "My family has a courtyard, plenty of grain, and I, a Bronze Skin Realm martial artist, here to protect us. Who would dare to cause trouble?"

His gaze was firm: "Don't worry, they live in my house, so they're my family. Anyone who dares to bully them is making an enemy of me!"

Song Jing felt a surge of warmth in his heart and bowed deeply: "Thank you so much, Senior Brother! Words cannot express my gratitude; I am deeply moved!"

He took out twenty taels of silver from his pocket and presented it with both hands: "This is their tax for this year. The time has come, please pay it on their behalf, senior brother."

Zhou Xingyun frowned: "Junior brother, you're too kind. I can't accept this money."

Song Jing didn't back down; instead, he stepped forward and forcefully stuffed the silver into his hand: "If you don't accept it, Senior Brother, you're treating me like an outsider! Although I, Song Jing, come from humble beginnings, I value loyalty and righteousness. This money isn't charity; it's a token of brotherly affection and a heavy responsibility entrusted to me!"

Looking into his determined eyes, Zhou Xingyun finally sighed and accepted the silver: "Alright! Since you insist, I will accept it on their behalf."

Song Jing nodded emphatically.

After that, Song Jing went into seclusion to cultivate himself.

Every morning, he would bathe in a medicinal bath, the steam rising as he immersed himself naked in the vat. The potent medicinal properties of the premium skin-tightening ointment burned his skin like fire, causing him to clench his teeth in pain, yet he remained silent.

Every night when he returned home, he would unleash the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique repeatedly, his leg shadows as swift as the wind, the powerful gusts tearing through the air, causing the roof tiles inside the house to tremble and fall.

Seven days later, at a certain moment.

He suddenly leaped up, his right leg sweeping horizontally—

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the leg flew like a knife, carving a three-inch deep mark on the bluestone ground!

Speed, strength, and coordination all surge!

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm] Minor Success in Skin Forging - Cowhide Realm (67/100)

[Cultivation Technique Progress]

Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Minor Success (53/100)

Golden Bell Shield - Beginner Level (40/100)

Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner (44/100)

"Late stage of the Bull Skin Realm... Break through!" he roared, another bottle of premium crispy skin ointment was used up.

In less than half a month, twenty taels of silver had been spent. Spending money like water was truly extravagant.

"The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts—it's true indeed." He sneered. "Zhang Wu has a fortune and a constant supply of elixirs, so naturally he's advancing by leaps and bounds."

He suddenly remembered an ancient saying from his past life:

"The nature of a gentleman is not different; he is good at making use of things."