Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The news of Song Jing breaking through to the Iron Skin Realm spread like wildfire throughout the entire Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

But these ordinary disciples didn't know that he had broken through to the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm, otherwise they would have been even more astonished.

Early that morning, a steward dressed in a blue martial arts school uniform arrived outside Song Jing's courtyard and respectfully conveyed, "Junior Brother Song Jing, the headmaster requests your presence at Zhengyang Hall."

Zhengyang Hall is the core of the martial arts school, and only the master's personal disciples or those who have made great contributions are allowed to enter.

This summons immediately sparked a great deal of discussion within the academy.

Song Jing straightened his clothes and followed the steward.

Zhengyang Hall is located deep within the martial arts school, with flying eaves and bracket sets, exuding a magnificent aura.

Inside the hall, the master of the martial arts school, Lin Xuanyue, sat in the main seat, with several managers and instructors standing on either side.

Zhou Xingyun, Lin Wan'er, and other inner disciples were also present.

Lin Xuanyue was about fifty years old, with a handsome face and bright, piercing eyes. Although he wore a simple blue robe, he possessed the air of a master who was profound and majestic.

He is Lin Wan'er's uncle and has been in charge of the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School for twenty years. He enjoys a very high reputation in the city.

"Disciple Song Jing greets the Master." Song Jing bowed with his hands clasped.

Lin Xuanyue sized up Song Jing for a moment, then his eyes showed approval: "Good, good."

I heard that a few days ago you, along with Xingyun and Wan'er, wiped out a branch of the Blood Lotus Sect?

"Yes, Master, that is indeed the case." Song Jing said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "That night, Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Sister Lin, and I were patrolling outside the city when we accidentally discovered traces of the Blood Lotus Sect demons. We tracked them to their lair and then joined forces to wipe them out."

He deliberately omitted the fact that he alone obtained the three Blood Fiend Pills, only saying that the three of them worked together.

Lin Xuanyue nodded: "Xingyun has already reported the details of the matter to me."

The Blood Lotus Cult wreaked havoc in all directions, using living people to refine elixirs, committing heinous crimes.

"The three of you have done a great service by ridding the people of this scourge and enhancing the reputation of our martial arts school."

He paused for a moment, then said loudly, "Song Jing, although you have only been a student for a short time, you are diligent and hardworking, and you have made such a great contribution this time."

The owner of this establishment has decided to reward you with two hundred taels of silver as encouragement.

As soon as he finished speaking, a steward stepped forward carrying a red cloth tray, on which were neatly arranged twenty ingots of silver, each weighing ten taels, gleaming brightly.

The disciples in the hall immediately erupted in uproar.

Two hundred taels of silver!

This is the income of an ordinary formal disciple for several years!

Even the master's personal disciples have to complete many tasks to accumulate enough points.

Envy, jealousy, and amazement all turned to Song Jing.

Song Jing's heart stirred slightly, but his face remained calm. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the reward, Master. It is a martial artist's duty to eradicate evil cults, and I dare not take credit for it."

"No need to be so modest." Lin Xuanyue waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the disciples below. "Those who have made contributions should be rewarded, and those who have made mistakes should be punished. This is the foundation of my Chasing Wind Martial Arts School."

Please accept these two hundred taels of silver and cultivate diligently.

Wan'er often tells me, "You are exceptionally talented and hardworking; don't waste this gift."

These words made the atmosphere in the hall even more subtle—the master not only praised her, but also specifically pointed out that Lin Wan'er often mentioned this, and the importance he placed on her was self-evident.

"Yes, disciple will certainly cultivate diligently without ceasing." Song Jing accepted the tray.

He stepped aside, his gaze casually sweeping over the people in the hall.

Sun Li stood at the back of the crowd, his face as pale as paper.

When Song Jing's gaze swept over him, he hurriedly lowered his head, his legs trembling slightly.

Song Jing sneered inwardly.

He already knew from Lin Xiaochun that this person had colluded with the Black Tiger Gang to frame Lin Xiaochun.

However, there is currently insufficient evidence. This kid usually stays in the martial arts school and doesn't come out, and the school is going through a turbulent period. In addition, the school owner values ​​unity.

Making a move in front of the master is tantamount to a provocation. Even if he has merits and is favored by the master, he cannot do so and put the master in a difficult position, so he held back for the time being.

It's not too late to settle accounts with this villain after the Blood Lotus Sect matter is resolved.

Sun Li was terrified by Song Jing's glare, feeling a chill run from his feet to the top of his head. He was filled with fear: Did he know? Impossible… But the Master values ​​him so much, if he really wanted to deal with me…

On the other side, Zhang Wu stared intently at the silver plate in Song Jing's hand, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Why? Why does he always get the good things?

When the Broken Moon Martial Arts School came to challenge us last time, I was prepared to perform well in front of the school master and try to secure a larger share for my family's pharmacy.

But this kid stole the show.

This time it's even worse!

The museum owner personally commended him and even mentioned in public that Lin Wan'er often mentioned him... Zhang Wu felt a venomous jealousy gnawing at his heart.

His family ran a pharmacy, and he had been hoping to expand his business through his connection with the martial arts school.

Now it seems the owner clearly values ​​this kid more!

He gritted his teeth inwardly: Song Jing, you can be smug for now...

In the front row, Senior Brother Li Wei remained calm, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

He glanced at Song Jing briefly before looking away, thinking to himself, "Let him be smug for a few days."

"Once I break through to the Bronze Skin Realm, or am officially designated as the successor... my second junior brother Zhuo Bufan is no threat. I can deal with this brat then."

As the master's personal disciple, he was already considered the de facto successor to the master.

As long as you follow the steps, breaking through to the second level of the Copper Skin Realm is only a matter of time.

By then, the entire Chasing Wind Martial Arts School will be under his control.

On the other side, the second senior brother, Zhuo Bufan, stared intently at Song Jing, his eyes filled with surprise.

He had already learned about Song Jing's strength from Zhou Xingyun—in just a short time, he had broken through to the Iron Skin Realm and was even able to fight the injured Zhou Xingyun to a draw!

Zhuo Bufan silently said "good" three times in his heart.

He had been engaged in open and covert struggles with his senior brother Li Wei for many years, and had always been at a disadvantage.

If they could have a strong ally like Song Jing, the struggle for the martial arts school's succession might actually have a chance to turn around.

"If you befriend him, then I am befriending him," Zhuo Bufan whispered to Zhou Xingyun beside him, repeating it again, "Remember that."

Zhou Xingyun nodded slightly, looking at Song Jing with gentle eyes.

He stood side by side with Lin Wan'er, both of them with genuine satisfaction in their eyes.

That night, fighting side by side and sharing life and death, had already made them regard Song Jing as a true partner.

Lin Wan'er blushed slightly when her uncle mentioned Song Jing in public.

The night the Blood Lotus Sect branch was burned down.

Deep in Crow Lane in the west of the city, the mansion that was once filled with bloodshed is now a charred ruin.

A night breeze swept through, stirring up ashes on the ground, and a faint smell of burning and a hint of blood lingered in the air.

A squad of city guards, dressed in black armor and with long swords at their waists, surrounded the ruins with torches.

Under the firelight, the remaining beams and pillars in the ruins looked like grotesque skeletons, and charred bones were scattered on the ground, making it impossible to tell whether they were human or animal bones.

A young man dressed in black, with a cold expression, walked slowly among the ruins.

He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a sharp, battle-hardened look between his brows. Instead of a standard longsword, he wore a simple, ancient-style goose-feather saber at his waist.

It was Lu Beichen, a centurion under the command of the Tianshui City Commandant.

Lu Beichen, who had been looking forward to his reward, was now indignant that someone else had beaten him to it. He cursed, "Who stole my military merit? I spent so much time investigating through my undercover agents to find out the location of this branch, and someone else just took it!"