Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Beside Eagle's Sorrow Stream.

The biting wind made the martial arts practitioners on the sentry post tighten their coats.

Even though he had broken through the skin-strengthening barrier and was on guard duty on the high cliff in the dead of winter, he was still finding it hard to bear the cold.

At this moment, Zhou Chen hung motionless on the stone wall, like a gecko.

The next moment, within the perception of the spirit track, a sentry on a treetop twisted his body, which had not moved for a long time, and looked away from the cableway behind the cliff.

Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes, grabbed the iron chain, and leaped up suddenly.

The bandits on the cliff only saw a dark shadow flash by, and before they could sound the alarm, a large hand had already grabbed their throats.

With a "click," Zhou Chen landed steadily on the ground.

"Why are you two fooling around here? We've caught a lot of 'pigs' in the village recently, so be careful someone doesn't attack." The sentry noticed the slight noise and glanced at Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen remained calm, mimicking the voice of the sentry who had been strangled, saying, "That kid Ma Liu couldn't stay down there any longer and insisted on coming up here to have some fun."

"Hmph, so lazy and lazy. If you mess up the important matters of the stronghold, the chief will probably skin you alive." The sentry heard the bandits' voices and saw the two men with their arms around each other's shoulders, so he didn't scold them too much.

Being called upon to do such a thankless task, his status in the village was no higher than that of Ma Liu and the other two. It was already good enough that he could scold them a few times to vent his anger.

"Did you hear me? Hurry up and get down." Zhou Chen, holding the bandit's corpse, walked as if he were a normal person, seemingly moving towards the edge of the cliff.

Tread!

After taking a few steps, Zhou Chen found an excellent shooting angle and decisively abandoned the corpse.

Draw the bow and nock the arrow.

With a "whoosh," the bowstring twanged like a thunderclap.

The next moment, he shot forward, placing the body of the sentry with his throat pierced on a tree, and then climbed up the shadow of the stockade wall.

Finding a gap in the patrol, they climbed over the wall and landed inside the village.

Although the Seventy-Two Transformations technique is only at the beginner level, it is really not difficult to deceive these bandits who are not yet fully developed.

Patrols of bandits walked past his hiding place without noticing.

"I don't know what's wrong with the boss this time. He actually made us capture these villagers and raise them as his own. This is quite an expense." One of the patrolling bandits looked at the food in the village that was gradually being consumed and was somewhat puzzled.

This is the dead of winter, a time when food is scarce. In previous years, it was already good enough to supply the needs of the villagers. This time, they have to feed so many more people.

"That's right. Even if they only eat thin porridge once a day, it's still a considerable drain on these 1,000 or 2,000 people," a teammate chimed in.

"A thousand or eight hundred people?" Zhou Chen's eyes flickered as he pondered from the shadows.

The population of Cangsong Village is at most a hundred households, with three or four hundred people, far from a thousand.

It seems that Black Wind Stronghold also captured many people from other villages.

"If they wanted revenge for the ambush on the Black Wind Stronghold team that day, they wouldn't need to go to such lengths. These people probably have other motives."

After the patrol team left, Zhou Chen stood up, his face now resembling that of the patrol captain who had just passed by.

He walked steadily and unhurriedly toward the place where he had just heard that Aunt Sun and the others were being held.

"Team Leader Tang." Along the way, a few bandits greeted the person in Zhou Chen's disguise, and Zhou Chen simply nodded in response.

The bandits didn't take it seriously, thinking that Tang's team didn't have to patrol or go out to rob with his leaders today, which was truly a leisurely day.

Zhou Chen followed the route and made his way to the back village.

Several rows of low shacks, about waist-high, stood to one side, whistling in the wind.

Outside the shack, two bandits were dozing off, huddled against the wall.

Before they could wake up, Zhou Chen approached silently, reached out with both hands, and snapped their necks.

He didn't push open the door, but only looked inside through the crack in the door.

The room was packed with people, men, women, and children, all of whom were so suffocated by the waist-high shed that they could barely stand up straight.

In addition, the shack was drafty, and most of the people inside were ordinary people. When the wind blew, they could only curl up to conserve the little heat they had.

Using his spiritual tracking ability, Zhou Chen quickly spotted Aunt Sun, Sun Xiaohu, and even Qin Huo, the current village chief of Cangsong Village, in the corner.

Aunt Sun sat on the ground, holding Xiao Hu tightly, her eyes glazed over.

Little Tiger curled up in his mother's arms, trembling all over, with injuries on his face.

"It's good that he's still alive." Zhou Chen thought to himself, then turned and walked towards the main hall of the village.

Although it was late at night, according to the information provided by Chen Yunpeng, the leaders of Black Wind Stronghold often drank and made merry in the main hall of the stronghold late at night.

Tread!

Having confirmed the villagers' safety, Zhou Chen had no further reason to conceal anything.

If the villagers are to be rescued safely, hiding is not an option; the only way to save nearly a thousand lives is to kill all the bandits in the area.

In that case, the right way is to first capture the leader of the bandits and execute the ringleader.

As we hurried along, a commotion could be heard coming from the brightly lit lobby in the distance.

"Give me a drink!"

"If this deal goes through, I won't have to worry about food and drink for the next few years."

"The Wusheng Sect is truly generous. A mere thousand mortal lives are worth so much. If they didn't only want these, I, Old Xiong, would definitely go and capture more!"

As Zhou Chen approached the main hall, he heard four or five voices shouting and making a ruckus. Upon hearing the name of the Wusheng Sect, he frowned.

"This Wusheng Sect is truly a persistent ghost; it gets involved in all sorts of troubles."

The next moment, the Moonbeam Staff leaned against the stone bricks of the hall, dragging on the ground with a rustling sound.

Zhou Chen stepped over the stairs, and there were five burly men sitting at a table in the hall, each with a peasant woman in their arms, groping her.

As someone approached, a disheveled man with a sinister face looked at them with a dazed expression.

Seeing Zhou Chen's face clearly, Gao Yi pointed to the empty seat next to him, "Old Tang, come and sit down, you should enjoy yourself too."

"Yeah, Old Tang, you're a veteran too. If it weren't for the fact that you've been slow to become a full-fledged member, I'd give you a seat in charge too." Xiong Tu chuckled, rubbing his shiny bald head.

These men were already quite drunk, and even when Zhou Chen got close, they didn't notice anything amiss.

Zhou Chen smirked and stomped his feet, bringing his Moonflower Staff down on Gao Yi, who had the highest cultivation level on the scene.

According to Chen Yunpeng's intelligence, this sinister-looking man is the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold. He is skilled in alchemy, adept at using poison, and extremely treacherous.

The bald, burly man, named Xiong Tu, was the third leader of Black Wind Stronghold. He was also a cultivator of the Dirty Refining Realm, and was reckless, with only muscle in his brain.

The moment the strong wind hit his face, Gao Yi shuddered, and every pore on his body stood on end.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the woman in his arms and threw her at Zhou Chen, then turned over to reach for his weapon.

With a flick of his Moonflower Staff, he dodged the woman who had been thrown into the air, and the moment Gao Yi touched the weapon, it pierced his heart.

"puff……"

Flames erupted from the staff as it pierced through the chest, releasing a faint aroma of meat.

"Second Brother!"

By the time Xiong Tu and the two Bone Forging Realm bandits who were drinking with him reacted, Gao Yi had already died.

"Die!"

Seeing that his second brother had been killed before he could fight back, Xiong Tu quickly picked up the spiked club beside him and smashed it at Zhou Chen.

A white, pungent smell of alcohol emanated from his body, and he instantly sobered up.