Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

A conscription order from the Tianshui City Commandant's Office shattered the peace of the martial arts school.

Inside the main hall of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, Lin Xuanyue stood solemnly, staring at the document in his hand bearing a bright red seal, remaining silent for a long time.

"Master, is the situation at the front really that dire?" Zhou Xingyun couldn't help but ask. "You and Master Guo are both top fighters in the city. If you both went to the front..."

"Military orders are absolute." Lin Xuanyue interrupted him, slowly putting away the document. "The war in the northern frontier is critical, and the imperial court is summoning martial artists from all over the country to provide assistance. We, who practice martial arts, should prioritize the country and our people."

His gaze swept over the disciples below, lingering for a moment on Song Jing, Zhou Xingyun, and Lin Wan'er. His voice softened as he said, "After I leave, the martial arts school will be in your hands. Xingyun, you will temporarily assume the position of headmaster and oversee the school's affairs."

Zhou Xingyun clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This disciple obeys."

"Wan'er, you will assist Xingyun." Lin Xuanyue looked at his niece, a hint of affection flashing in his eyes. "Consult your senior brother more often when you encounter problems."

"Yes." Lin Wan'er's eyes were slightly red.

Finally, Lin Xuanyue looked at Song Jing, hesitated, and then simply patted him on the shoulder: "Keep practicing diligently and don't waste your talent."

"Your disciple will remember this." Song Jing bowed.

Lin Xuanyue gave some instructions regarding the martial arts school, and then departed with Guo Wenzhou, the head of the Duan Yue Martial Arts School. Both were dressed in military attire, carrying swords and riding horses. Under the watchful eyes of their disciples, they rode out of the city and headed straight for the northern frontier.

暗喜

The night the owner left, in Li Wei's courtyard.

"They're gone! They're finally gone!" Zhang Wu couldn't hide his excitement. "With the headmaster gone, the martial arts school is now under your command, Senior Brother!"

Li Wei sat in the main seat, toying with a jade thumb ring in his hand, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "With Lin Xuanyue gone, there are indeed fewer things to worry about. But Zhou Xingyun is no pushover either, and then there's that scoundrel Zhuo Bufan..."

"Zhou Xingyun is merely at the mid-stage of the Bronze Skin Realm, and Zhuo Bufan is even less worthy of mention!" Zhang Wu sneered. "Senior Brother, you are already at the peak of the Bronze Skin Realm, and you can break through to the Flesh Refining Realm at any time. Who in the sect can contend with you?"

Li Wei remained noncommittal, then asked, "Has the matter concerning Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jingyuan been resolved?"

Zhang Wu's expression hardened: "Don't worry, Senior Brother, all traces have been erased. Those corpses have also been destroyed. Even if someone traces the Black Tiger Gang, it won't implicate us."

"That's good." Li Wei nodded. "But... who was the person who made the move that night?"

A glint of resentment flashed in Zhang Wu's eyes: "In my opinion, it's most likely that brat Song Jing! Sun Li and Liu Jiankun have old grudges against him, and Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jingyuan have also made things difficult for him... Who else but him would be so ruthless?"

Li Wei pondered, "Song Jing... he's only at the Iron Skin Realm, how could he kill Shen Tu Hao and the other two? Those two are at the peak of the Iron Skin Realm."

"He must have used some underhanded methods!" Zhang Wu gritted his teeth. "Besides, I have a feeling this kid is hiding his strength. Senior Brother, why don't we..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

A cold glint flashed in Li Wei's eyes: "The master has just left, so it's not advisable to make a big fuss. However... testing the waters might be worthwhile."

"What does Senior Brother mean?"

"Go," Li Wei said coldly. "Masked, night raid. If you can cripple him, all the better. If not... at least find out his strength."

The candlelight flickered in the courtyard, illuminating Zhang Wu's face, which was slightly distorted with excitement.

"Senior Brother, leave this to me!" Zhang Wu lowered his voice, but his tone couldn't hide his arrogance. "I'm a genuine Bronze Skin Realm cultivator now! If that kid really managed to kill Shen Tu Hao and Pang Jing Yuan, both Iron Skin Realm cultivators, it's either because he succeeded in a sneak attack or used some underhanded trick!"

He straightened his chest, a glint of contempt and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: "This time we're going head-to-head, two against one. What trouble can he possibly cause? A mere Iron Skin Realm cultivator is nothing but a chicken and a dog before my Bronze Skin Realm!"

Li Wei toyed with the jade thumb ring in his hand, his eyes deep and unfathomable, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Seeing this, Zhang Wu was even more eager to prove himself, and quickly added, "Besides, I have already mastered the Black Mountain Fist technique passed down in my Zhang family! This fist technique is unparalleled in its power and ferocity, and it excels at using brute force to overcome skill and hardness to overcome softness! That kid has only practiced the Golden Bell Shield, which focuses on defense, so I have a huge advantage in terms of technique! Fist against leg, hardness against defense, I am definitely superior to him!"

The more he spoke, the more confident he felt about victory, as if he could already see Song Jing groaning and begging for mercy under his fists. He grinned maliciously and said, "Senior Brother, you'll stand by and support me. Watch how I cripple this brat! Perfect, it'll also let my newly broken-through Bronze Skin Realm see some blood and sharpen its edge!"

Li Wei raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Wu's smug face, but in his heart he had a different plan.

He needed someone to test Song Jing's true strength, and he also needed someone to be the "first to stick their neck out." Zhang Wu's arrogance and confidence at this moment were the perfect weapon.

"Very well," Li Wei said slowly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger. "Since you're so confident, then go ahead and try. Remember, be quick and clean. If things don't work out... then back off immediately."

"Don't worry, senior brother!" Zhang Wu patted his chest, brimming with confidence. "I will definitely not fail you! Just wait for my good news!"

The candlelight cast their shadows on the wall, a mixture of arrogance and chilling menace, brewing an impending night raid.

At the third quarter of midnight, the moon was hidden and the stars were few.

Song Jing was practicing the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique in the courtyard. His Wind Step left afterimages on the bluestone slabs, and the muffled thunderous sound of his Thunder Leg echoed faintly in the night.

He immersed himself in understanding the "wind and thunder combined attack," striving to refine that initial form into a more complete whole.

Just as he finished his practice and adjusted his breathing—

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two dark figures leaped over the courtyard wall like ghosts, landing silently and blocking him in the courtyard from the left and right.

The man on the left was burly and imposing. Although his face was covered, his arrogant and domineering aura was undeniable—Zhang Wu.

The man on the right exuded a deep and unfathomable aura, as steady as a rock; he was none other than Senior Brother Li Wei!

"Kid, tonight is your death day!" Zhang Wu roared in a low voice, his eyes revealing excitement and contempt.

In his eyes, Song Jing was just a junior brother in the Iron Skin Realm who had gotten lucky. He himself was now in the Bronze Skin Realm, so crushing him would be a piece of cake.

Li Wei stood with his hands behind his back, not in a hurry to make a move, his eyes cold, as if watching a play that had already been decided.

He came here tonight mainly to support Zhang Wu and also to see what Song Jing was really capable of.

Song Jing felt a chill run down his spine, but his face remained expressionless. He slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the two of them. The Golden Bell Shield technique was already quietly circulating within his body, a pale golden luster hidden beneath his skin.

"Die!" Zhang Wu was the first to attack, eager to show off. He moved with lightning speed, using the Shadow Step technique from the Wind Chasing Leg Style!

After breaking through the Copper Skin Realm, his speed increased dramatically. This move he unleashed was indeed somewhat ghostly, his leg shadow tearing through the air, aiming straight for Song Jing's throat!

He wanted to deliver a fatal blow and establish his authority in front of his senior brother!