Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"A lobbyist?" Zhou Chen asked, puzzled.

Although he knew Chen Yunpeng's identity long ago and never avoided talking about it when they were together, he was never tried to win Chen Yunpeng over.

Now, it's like the sun has risen in the west.

"Speaking of which, it's all your fault." Chen Yunpeng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Is it my fault?" Zhou Chen asked, puzzled.

"If you weren't so exceptionally talented, why would they ask me to act as their intermediary?" Chen Yunpeng explained.

Seeing Zhou Chen's puzzled look, Chen Yunpeng realized what was going on.

Since meeting Zhou Chen, Chen Yunpeng has often forgotten Zhou Chen's background, whether it is his nature, temperament, or progress in cultivation.

"You probably don't know this, but since the Wusheng Sect's stronghold was destroyed, many places of interest in the county have become vacant."

"Vacant? Aren't those lucrative territories all controlled by the three major families?" Zhou Chen asked.

Chen Yunpeng nodded, then shook his head and said, "Many managers and directors from the three major families have been absorbed into the Wusheng Sect."

"A few days ago, the truth came out, and these people, as members of the Wusheng sect, all fled. Now, the major families are fiercely fighting over the vacant profits!"

Zhou Chen looked slightly surprised. Most of the people entrusted with interests by the three major families were trusted confidants who had worked within the family for many years, and many were even directly from the branches of the family.

Such people hold key positions of power and influence, so their treatment is naturally quite good.

He had never expected that the Wusheng Cult would be able to recruit them as followers.

"Perhaps it's the effect of the Wanling Powder?" Zhou Chen wondered to himself.

No matter how much money one has, it's hard for anyone to resist the temptation of reaching a higher level in martial arts.

Moreover, one's martial arts realm is directly related to their rank and the amount of benefits they control.

"Then why did you come looking for me? In a power struggle between noble families, there shouldn't be any need for me to investigate their whereabouts, right?" Zhou Chen was still puzzled.

Although he had already revealed his spiritual abilities and cultivation level in the Refining Realm to outsiders.

However, since powerful families have large businesses, abundant talents, and martial artists at the Qi Opening Realm as a foundation, recruiting them is not necessary.

Chen Yunpeng laughed and said, "You still overestimate the strength of our aristocratic families."

He looked Zhou Chen up and down, marveling at the improved aura he had displayed.

"As far as I know, each of the three great families only has one person at the Qi Opening Realm. Although their lifespan is still relatively long, they rarely fight with others anymore."

"I only made a move a few days ago because I had no other choice. Usually, when aristocratic families fight, they rely on martial artists at the Inner Strength Realm."

"In that case, how could someone like you, capable of killing a severely injured marrow-cleansing genius with filth, not be in high demand?"

After Chen Yunpeng explained, Zhou Chen finally understood.

There are very few martial artists at the Enlightenment Realm in Xingde County, perhaps only three.

These three are the foundation of the three great families that allows them to surpass all other families in the county, so they cannot be easily dealt with.

Otherwise, if one gets injured in a fight, it will undoubtedly provoke countless forces to covet the top position.

At this point, the strength of martial artists at the Inner Strength Realm becomes of paramount importance.

In particular, there are only a handful of people in the Marrow Cleansing Realm among the major families.

Zhou Chen understood and fell into deep thought.

Now, the Crimson Flame Martial Arts Academy faces constant threats from its master's enemies at the Enlightenment Realm, and has also lost a large number of disciples' tuition fees, making it difficult to sustain its cultivation resources in the future. It is a critical moment of survival.

However, Zhou Chen is different from ordinary people because he has the resources of the Qiankun Realm behind him.

"Senior Brother Chen, there's no need for further words. I am single-mindedly pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts. I am grateful for the instruction I received from the martial arts school and will not switch allegiances." Zhou Chen's voice was calm and steady, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Chen Yunpeng patted Zhou Chen on the shoulder, without a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

He only reluctantly accepted this job because of a request from a senior relative with whom he had a close relationship.

Although he had only known Zhou Chen for a little over a month, he already knew the outcome the moment he opened his mouth.

"Then I can go back and report."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the two parted ways.

For several days afterward, many people who had been asked by prominent families came to Zhou Chen's door to persuade him.

Zhou Chen declined all offers.

Besides Zhou Chen, among the nine disciples who were willing to stay in the martial arts school that day, only Yi Lianxing, who was absolutely impossible to persuade to leave the school and join a noble family, was persuaded by someone. Even Gao Tian had someone come to persuade him.

As a young master of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, the major families offered him extremely high prices, with some even willing to arrange marriages between their eldest daughters and him as a way to win him over.

After half a month, only five of the original nine disciples who were determined to live and die with the martial arts school remained.

With each person leaving, the martial arts school becomes a little quieter.

"Young Master Zhou, this is just a small gift to welcome you into our household as a servant," said the head steward of the Li family with a warm smile, pointing to several large chests of gold and silver nearby.

"From now on, elixirs, cultivation techniques, houses, and land are all negotiable."

Zhou Chen wielded his long staff with such skill that water could not penetrate it, and bursts of flame rose from the tip of the staff, warming up the almost-ending winter day ahead of time.

[Crimson Flame Staff Technique Progress +1]

【Crimson Flame Staff Technique (Mastery, 15%)】

After half a month of intensive practice, his proficiency with the Crimson Flame Staff Technique has increased significantly.

Recently, the number of relics in the Qiankun Realm has become increasingly scarce due to Zhou Chen's collection and the consumption of relics by the Wusheng Sect altar.

Sometimes, a single trip into the Qiankun Realm only yields a mere one.

Zhou Chen's cultivation speed immediately slowed down.

Outside the walls of Guanxian, the endless plague monsters made Zhou Chen hesitate to cross the line.

Especially that enormous, mutilated monster; its strength has probably reached the level of enlightenment.

If one were to rashly venture into the sea of ​​plague monsters, there is likely no way to return.

Zhou Chen glanced at the panel, his eyelids drooping as he looked at the glittering gold jewelry before him, somewhat impatient.

"No, go back and thank your family head for me. Tell him that Zhou Chen is used to being free and doesn't like being restrained."

Having said that, he flicked his long stick, drawing a fiery red arc, and continued practicing on his own.

Butler Li's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

He wanted to say a few more words of advice, but seeing Zhou Chen's long staff like a dragon, feeling like a thorn in his back, he had no choice but to have the jewelry put away and turn to leave.

As the sun sets in the west, the shadows of the sticks still fall.

The fierce competition among the major families in Xingde County provided Zhou Chen with a period of focused training.

Besides cultivating, he spends his days searching for relics in the Qiankun Realm.

Life was monotonous, yet more fulfilling than ever before.

"Zhou...Brother Zhou?!"

Zhou Chen's ears twitched slightly; the voice sounded somewhat familiar. He put away his stick and turned around.

Shi Feng stood at the edge of the training ground, leaning on a simple wooden cane.

He had lost a lot of weight, and his face was still pale from recovering from a long illness, but his eyes remained bright.

He leaned on a cane in one hand and held the hand of a thin little boy, about eight or nine years old, whose features resembled his own, in the other.

Zhou Chen put away his long staff and stepped forward to meet him.

In recent days, he and Chen Yunpeng visited Shi Feng several times and provided him with a lot of medicine and supplies. Now, Shi Feng's injuries have finally started to improve.

Shi Feng grinned, trying to force a smile, but his eyes reddened first.