Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"Senior Brother Zhou, my... my injury is healed."

"Um."

"I... I still want to come to the martial arts school to learn martial arts." Shi Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tugged at his younger brother, Xiao Shitou, beside him. "Didn't you say you wanted to practice martial arts with your older brother? Why can't you say anything?"

Zhou Chen looked at Shi Feng, who seemed somewhat unfamiliar, and the timid child beside him with a gentle gaze, and walked over.

"I've gained some new insights into staff techniques these past few days, let's exchange them."

He walked to the weapon rack, took two white ash wood sticks, threw one at Shi Feng, and assumed a starting stance.

Shi Feng gripped the smooth shaft of the staff, and the two began to practice.

The staff whistled through the air as they practiced each move.

Zhou Chen and Chen Yunpeng had already made it clear about the current situation of the martial arts school when they visited Shi Feng.

Now that Shi Feng has recovered from his injuries, he has chosen to return to the martial arts school to continue practicing martial arts. He even asked his younger brother to join the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School, and Zhou Chen did not refuse.

In Shi Feng's words, he was already a worthless person, and only by practicing martial arts could he find a way out.

The two claimed to be practicing moves and exchanging techniques, but in reality, Zhou Chen was feeding Shi Feng the moves.

Shi Feng's talent was already quite good. If Li Wuji hadn't seriously injured him, delaying his progress for over a month, his cultivation should have already broken through to the Body Refinement stage.

After giving Shi Feng his instructions, Zhou Chen glanced at the setting sun and then invited the two of them to have their meal.

"We're looking for Zhou Chen. Is Xiao Chen here?"

Outside the door, a anxious voice, even tinged with sobs, could be heard.

Zhou Chen frowned slightly and looked towards the door.

That voice... is it Uncle Sun?

Aside from the powerful families who tried to win him over, only Chen Yunpeng occasionally came to challenge him to a duel.

The other three who remained at the martial arts school, Senior Brother Gao Tian and Yi Lianxing, were extremely busy trying to find a way to cure Yi Yan.

The other senior brother, who was at the Refining Realm, spent his days practicing martial arts in the inner courtyard, and the two did not have much interaction.

Today was unusual, as one acquaintance after another came to visit.

He strode towards the door and saw that Uncle Sun's hair was disheveled and he was injured. He was holding Sun Xiaohua's hand and kept looking into the door, but he dared not step into the solemn martial arts school for fear of offending the owner.

A moment later, the two saw a handsome young man in a crimson martial robe stride towards them, and their eyes widened in surprise.

Judging from his appearance, this person was undoubtedly Zhou Chen, but the Zhou Chen before him was completely different from the one he had parted ways with.

When the two parted, Zhou Chen was already outstanding in appearance, but due to his poor foundation, he was short and his temperament was somewhat timid.

In just over a month, Zhou Chen has made consecutive breakthroughs in his cultivation, and has even broken through the Marrow Cleansing stage, which has already changed his physique.

He is now a head taller than Uncle Sun, and he looks completely different.

"Xiao Chen is no longer one of us. I'd better not bother him with village matters." Uncle Sun looked at Zhou Chen, his heart trembled, and he was about to leave.

"Brother Zhou!"

Sun Xiaohua, being still young, didn't notice Zhou Chen's changed appearance. She only recognized the imposing older brother in front of her as Brother Zhou and rushed over to him.

Uncle Sun swayed, trying to grab Sun Xiaohua, but his injuries prevented him from managing a forced smile, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Xiaohua, you've mistaken me for someone else. Let's go back," Uncle Sun called out, raising his hand.

"This is my Brother Zhou." Sun Xiaohua rushed up to Zhou Chen.

Seeing Sun Xiaohua stumble towards him, Zhou Chen quickly bent down and picked her up. He then looked at Uncle Sun and asked, "Uncle, why don't you recognize me after more than a month?"

After saying that, he stepped aside and led the two into the martial arts school's reception room.

Shi Feng pulled Xiao Shitou along and brewed a pot of tea.

"Uncle, what happened in the village?" Zhou Chen knew the answer as soon as he saw Uncle Sun's appearance outside the door.

Something terrible must have happened to the Sun family, or even to Cangsong Village, to have brought Uncle Sun to such a state of destitution.

Uncle Sun leaned back in his chair, his lips chapped, but he had no desire to drink a sip of tea.

"Cangsong Village is finished."

Zhou Chen's pupils contracted sharply upon hearing this.

"They're all dead...all dead!" Uncle Sun finally wailed. "Xiao Hua and I came to the county town to sell hides and escaped the calamity...when we got back, the village had been burned down, and the ground was littered with corpses..."

Your aunt and Xiaohu, they've disappeared without a trace! We wanted to go into the village to check, but there were people lurking in the shadows, chasing us all the way with knives... We ran all night before finally reaching the county town..."

Zhou Chen suddenly stood up, releasing a trace of the power of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, which caused the door of the reception room to slam against the door frame with a clanging sound.

"Where are Auntie and Little Tiger?"

"I don't know, I only saw the Black Wind Stronghold group escorting a large group of people into the mountains."

"Black Wind Stronghold!" Zhou Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Is this retaliation for the ambush of those bandits last time? Or are those bandits utterly depraved?"

He squeezed the steaming cup in his hand, oblivious to the scalding tea dripping onto his hand.

For hundreds of years, the Great Qian Dynasty had been established, with powerful clans and aristocratic families controlling their own territories. The administration was corrupt, and many county and prefectural governments had a hard time just maintaining order within the city.

As a result, bandits emerged in various places.

However, according to custom, these powerful bandits would not massacre villages, because if they slaughtered villages engaged in production, they would have nowhere to plunder in the future.

Now, Black Wind Stronghold is behaving strangely; there must be something fishy going on.

"Uncle, do you know where the Black Wind Stronghold's lair is?" Zhou Chen asked after a long pause.

Regardless of any shady dealings, he was determined to get involved in this mess.

Emotionally, Aunt Sun and Hu Zi's fate is unknown; logically, the Black Wind Village bandits' actions may be revenge for the ambush he carried out against the group of bandits a few days ago.

Uncle Sun shook his head. "Xiao Chen, don't go. We can't win."

Uncle Sun had been on the run with Xiao Hua for a long time and was exhausted. Now, having vented most of his anger, his body suddenly slumped down.

Several days ago, when he came to the county town, he heard that a genius named Zhou Chen was quite powerful and might be appointed as an eighth-rank military official.

He simply assumed it was a case of sharing the same name.

Having no other options, I'm giving it a try.

Now, seeing that Zhou Chen even wanted to find the Black Wind Stronghold bandit's lair, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

If Zhou Chen were to be put in danger because of her request for help, she would be guilty of a hundred deaths.

"Uncle Sun, don't worry. The bandits of Black Wind Stronghold are all ruthless, and their leader is even more powerful. How could I dare to go looking for trouble with them?"

After saying that, Zhou Chen found a house for Uncle Sun and Sun Xiaohua to stay in the martial arts school, and asked Shi Feng to bring them some food and hot water before leaving in a hurry.

"Senior Brother Chen, do you know the location of Black Wind Stronghold?"

"You're going?" Chen Yunpeng's gaze sharpened as he sensed the intense killing intent that Zhou Chen was trying so hard to conceal.

Zhou Chen did not answer, but bowed to Chen Yunpeng with his hands clasped, "Please help me, Senior Brother Chen."

Chen Yunpeng looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Rumor has it that there is a Marrow Cleansing Martial Artist guarding Black Wind Stronghold, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yunpeng felt Zhou Chen's aura rising steadily.

In the blink of an eye, he ascended from the Refining of the Dirty to the Cleansing of the Marrow, and finally got stuck at the peak of the Cleansing of the Marrow.

"Okay, I'll tell you tomorrow." Chen Yunpeng said no more and turned to leave.