Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"Eternal Mother, protect me!" He Wugui shouted urgently at the critical moment of life and death.

Instantly, countless particles of dust surged from his pores, completely covering him.

Then it formed an incredibly solid patch, making He Wugui look like he was wearing a suit of iron armor.

"Die!" Zhou Chen's arms were bulging with muscles as he raised his Moonflower Staff high and smashed it down on the enemy's neck.

"Click..."

The sound of the cervical vertebrae breaking was clearly audible.

He Wugui's head flew off, and a fountain of blood gushed out from his neck, reaching several feet high.

"Even the Eternal Mother can't protect your life." Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes and swung his long staff to shake off the Eternal Dust that was spreading above.

In an instant, He Wugui's decapitated body was devoured by Wushengchen.

Several bolts of lightning flashed, shattering Wushengchen into mindless ashes.

Zhou Chen's face flickered in and out of focus under the electric light, his long staff pointing directly at Li Qing, who was showing signs of fear in the distance.

Seeing Zhou Chen looking over, Li Qing swallowed hard and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "I am the son of Li Youde, the current head of the Li family in Xingde County. There are also Qi Opening martial artists standing behind me."

"Whatever you want, as long as the Li family has it, I can provide it."

Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow. He had thought it was just a coincidence that this person was surnamed Li, but it turned out that he really was a member of the Li family.

Even more coincidentally, Li Wuji, as Li Youde's youngest son, had also died at his own hands earlier.

"Why would the eldest son of the Li family be arranged to come here? Could he be an illegitimate child born to a mistress?" Zhou Chen's mind raced, and he had already guessed most of Li Qing's identity.

Li Qing was stung by the words and became angry.

He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "So what if I'm an illegitimate child? I'm already at the Marrow Cleansing Realm, and my cultivation is only below my father and that old codger. In time, the entire Li family will be mine."

"If you release me, the benefits you will receive in the future will be far greater than killing me."

Zhou Chen shook his head slightly, his face filled with pity. "I can spare you, but the people who have been driven to their deaths by your Black Wind Stronghold over the past ten years will not."

Before Li Qing could speak, Zhou Chen began to walk, his steps firm and powerful.

Li Qing's face turned deathly pale as he watched the shadow of the staff before him, feeling a chill rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

What's most frustrating is that he still doesn't know the true identity of this person who is pretending to be a minor leader of his own mountain stronghold, nor does he know his purpose.

Having failed to beg for mercy, Li Qing gave up his illusions and roared as he faced Zhou Chen.

The guns and clubs clashed again.

Flames surged on the Moonflower Staff, pressing down on Li Qing's spear and causing it to sink inch by inch!

With the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts pushed to its limit, Zhou Chen's muscles bulged, and his body grew several sizes larger, tearing the bandit clothes he had acquired into strips.

"you--"

Before Li Qing could finish speaking, the Moonflower Cudgel had already struck his head.

"Bang!"

Blood exploded, Li Qing's slender body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Zhou Chen put away his staff and stood up, his gaze sweeping around.

The Black Wind Stronghold bandits, who had arrived at the scene long ago but had not yet shown themselves, were so frightened that they shrank back and scattered like birds and beasts.

Zhou Chen stretched his muscles and bones, and the crackling sounds continued.

He leaped up to a high point in the village, his longbow already in hand.

Each arrow, like a deadly ghost, flew away from the bow.

With each twang of a bowstring, a bandit falls to the ground.

Half a moment later, Zhou Chen touched the empty quiver at his feet, glanced at the few scattered figures in the distance, and did not pursue them any further.

He first searched Li Qing's body and found only a porcelain bottle and a key, but nothing else.

After the massacre, the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold were either dead or had fled, leaving the stronghold in a deathly silence.

Zhou Chen walked towards the shed where the hostages were being held, casually pulled open the iron chains, and saw hundreds of men and women who were emaciated and covered in wounds.

Some of the people had been detained for an unknown period of time, and some had even become mentally unstable.

When someone opened the door, and it wasn't porridge distribution time, many women inside the shed trembled and shrank into a corner.

In the past, opening the door outside of porridge distribution times meant that these beasts in human skin were looking for someone to vent their lust.

"Come out quickly. Most of the bandits have been killed. You can leave now," Zhou Chen said with a sigh in his heart.

The people imprisoned in the shed still didn't believe it, thinking that the Black Wind Bandits had come up with some new torture game.

Just as Zhou Chen was feeling helpless, a few timid shouts came from outside.

"Is that our benefactor ahead?"

Zhou Chen turned his head and saw five women walking towards him, each holding a weapon they had somehow found.

"It's you?" Zhou Chen was taken aback, but he recognized the five women as the hostesses who had been called to the lobby.

Because Black Wind Stronghold was connected to the Li family, Zhou Chen did not restore his original appearance after killing Li Qing and He Wugui.

At this moment, still bearing the face of the man known as Old Tang by the Black Wind Stronghold bandits, he was recognized by the five women who escaped from the main hall.

Upon seeing that it was Zhou Chen, the five men immediately kowtowed and repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

One of them saw Zhou Chen standing in front of the shed, looking troubled, while inside were villagers who had been imprisoned for many days. He quickly went to the door.

"Dazhu, Second Uncle, it's me, Liping! Those bandits have all been killed by our benefactor, and we're saved."

Seeing this, the other four women also came over, calling out the names of their acquaintances and asking them to come out.

"Liping?"

"Lan'er!"

Only then did the villagers inside the shed, somewhat skeptical, tentatively come out.

Only when they saw the corpses of bandits scattered all over the outside world did they finally believe Zhou Chen's story.

"Quickly, thank our benefactor!"

The people who came out of the shed knelt down in unison and kowtowed repeatedly without the slightest hesitation.

Just as Zhou Chen was about to stop him, a message suddenly popped up on the panel.

[Eight-Nine Arcane Arts +30]

【Eight-Nine Arcane Arts (Beginner, 70%)】

Zhou Chen was stunned when he saw the message.

Could it be that doing good deeds can also improve one's proficiency in the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts?

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Meanwhile, in the Qiankun Realm, inside the Earth God Temple.

The memorial tablet engraved with Zhou Chen's name emitted a faint golden light, and wisps of incense smoke swirled around it, adding to its mystique.

A slight crack appeared in the tightly closed doors of the Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Temple in front of the Central Taoist Temple in Guanxian County, and a faint golden divine power spread out from the temple, swirling around the statue of Erlang Shen in front of the temple.

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"Get up quickly." Zhou Chen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly helped the leading group up. "It's deep winter and the fog is heavy. Everyone, find some clothes to wear in the village before coming down the mountain with me."

Most of the villagers imprisoned here by Black Wind Village are ordinary people. Eagle Sorrow Gorge is located at a very high altitude, and the temperature is much lower than at the foot of the mountain, which is difficult for ordinary people to withstand.

If we simply let them go down the mountain, it would be tantamount to letting them commit suicide.

After everyone dispersed to search for their clothes, the woman named Liping approached Zhou Chen and said, "My benefactor, tonight when I was dragged away by those bandits to serve them, I overheard the gaunt and sinister bandit leader mention the location of the village's treasure vault. I wish to tell you about it."

Zhou Chen looked at the woman in front of him and nodded to himself.

This person is indeed much more clever than others. If he hadn't come from the countryside, he might have achieved considerable success.