Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Following the woman leading the way, Zhou Chen passed through the main hall of Black Wind Village and then turned through several hidden corridors.

The woman suddenly stopped and looked at Zhou Chen somewhat embarrassedly, saying, "That's all I've heard. I don't really know how to get there after that."

Zhou Chen activated his Spirit Tracking ability, and nothing in the Black Wind Stronghold could escape his perception.

"Come with me," Zhou Chen said to the woman beside him.

The woman stared at Zhou Chen with surprise. This benefactor seemed to possess not only fighting prowess but also some supernatural abilities that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

After walking a short while, a large, black cast iron gate appeared before them.

The outer edge of the iron gate was embedded seamlessly into the mountains on both sides, without a single gap.

An old iron lock was fastened to the door bolt, but there was no guard in sight; perhaps he had escaped like the other bandits.

Upon seeing the iron lock, Zhou Chen had a sudden inspiration and took out the key he had found on Li Qing.

With a click, the iron lock sprang open.

Zhou Chen unlatched the door and slowly pushed the door open.

Pushing open the door, one's eyes are immediately drawn to boxes upon boxes of gleaming silver.

Dozens, even hundreds, of boxes were piled up at the entrance. Shining from the light source embedded in the roof of the mountain stronghold's warehouse, the light was so bright it was blinding. A rough estimate suggested they contained at least twenty or thirty thousand taels.

"This..." The woman's breathing suddenly became heavy, "This amount of silver is probably enough to last for hundreds of years."

Looking at the chest full of silver and then at the woman's dazed expression, Zhou Chen laughed and said, "Your village has been destroyed and you have nowhere to go. You might as well take some silver from here and go to the city to make a living."

"Go and call the villagers outside, and arrange for a few who know arithmetic to divide the silver among themselves, without fighting over it."

After saying that, Zhou Chen picked up his long stick and walked deeper into the warehouse.

These silver coins are too heavy to take with him. He doesn't need much of them, but perhaps there's something he needs in them.

After turning a corner, a stone chamber came into view, its doors wide open.

This stone chamber is much smaller than the outside space, but its furnishings are exquisite.

Weapon racks were embedded in the wall, and several bookshelves were neatly arranged in the corner, with a few yellowed booklets on them.

In the center of the stone chamber, there is an ancient table with a green lamp burning eternally on it, illuminating the surroundings.

Zhou Chen's gaze swept across the wall, where he saw a bow hanging.

The bow is entirely black, with thick arms and a dark gold luster on the bowstring.

Upon closer inspection, the bow is covered with countless tiny runes, with a faint glow emanating from them.

Zhou Chen walked closer, reached out and took it off, then gently pulled it.

The bowstring remained completely still.

With his current strength, which is almost at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing stage, even a casual movement of his could exert the force of a thousand pounds, yet the bow remained completely still.

He raised an eyebrow, circulated his qi and blood, and added a bit more strength.

The bowstring finally began to unfurl slowly, but stopped abruptly after reaching only half its full length.

The next moment, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts suddenly activated, and rays of golden light emanated from Zhou Chen's body.

In an instant, the bowstring of the black bow was pulled back more than halfway, accompanied by a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

What a fine bow!

Zhou Chen secretly praised him.

The Crimson Flower Bow he used before only had a strength of twenty stones, which was no longer comparable to Zhou Chen's current strength.

When he was drawing the bow and nocking the arrow, he had to hold back his strength, for fear of breaking the bow.

But the nameless black bow before them was something they needed to be wary of.

Even with his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, he was unable to pull it to a full moon. To fully activate it, he would need at least tens of thousands of pounds of force.

"Even Li Qing himself probably couldn't draw this bow, so how did he get it?" Zhou Chen thought to himself, then slung the black bow over his waist and walked toward the bookshelf.

The bookshelf was large, but the number of books was pitifully small, with only a handful, but the pages were tattered and curled, indicating that they had been read by many people.

The Iron Bone Skill, when mastered, can make the body surface as hard as iron and stone, enhancing defensive capabilities.

Zhou Chen flipped through two pages and then put it down.

With such a top-tier external martial arts technique as the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, it would be a bit like biting off more than he can chew by using his relics and time to cultivate other mundane external martial arts techniques.

He put down the booklet of "Iron Bone Skill" and read a few more books. Most of them contained only rudimentary skills, far inferior to the supernatural powers he had obtained from the Qiankun Realm and even further from the martial arts of the Chiyan Martial Arts School.

Finally, Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow at the animal skin scroll at the bottom of the bookshelf.

The texts containing cultivation techniques, which are made of this material, are mostly quite old.

"The Step of the Startling Swan?" Zhou Chen murmured, looking at the first three large characters on the animal skin scroll.

He read a few lines carefully, and his eyes gradually brightened.

As the name suggests, this is a footwork style that emphasizes "speed" and "change" rather than large, sweeping sprints.

This footwork allows for nimble maneuvering within a small space, avoiding the enemy's strength and striking their weakness, while also enabling a fleeting glimpse across vast distances – exactly what Zhou Chen needs right now.

His current martial arts techniques, whether it's the Zhenyue Stance or the Chiyan True Skill, emphasize stability, while flexibility has always been his weakness.

Although he has not yet encountered an opponent with exceptional agility since he began practicing martial arts, this has always been an area he wants to improve.

Furthermore, this footwork is well-suited for traversing long distances, which can greatly accelerate his search for relics within the Qiankun Realm, making it very suitable.

Just then, gasps of surprise came from outside, as the villagers were dividing up the silver in the outer box.

Roughly speaking, if twenty or thirty thousand taels of silver were divided among each person, it would be enough for them to find a new place to live and make a living.

Zhou Chen put the animal skin scroll into his pocket, then glanced at the other few ordinary martial arts manuals. They were better than nothing, so he took them as well.

Using his telekinetic abilities, Zhou Chen scanned the stone chamber several times to ensure nothing was missed before turning and walking out.

Outside, the villagers are dividing the silver among themselves, organized by several village elders.

Upon seeing Zhou Chen emerge from the storeroom, everyone knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude once more.

According to the simple beliefs of the people in the mountains, since Zhou Chen had wiped out the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold, the silver should rightfully belong to Zhou Chen.

Now, Zhou Chen not only regards money as dirt, but also wants to distribute it, as if he were giving birth to a new life.

Zhou Chen helped the leading elderly men to their feet, then looked at Aunt Sun and Xiao Hu, who were kowtowing in the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "Delay will only cause trouble. Quickly distribute the silver and go down the mountain."

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Late at night, Zhou Chen leaned against the gate of the Black Wind Stronghold's warehouse and slowly opened his eyes.

Just now, while many villagers were distributing silver, he used the panel to teleport back into the Qiankun Realm.

This time, the harvest was just like in the past few days: meager gains, with only a low-level breakthrough relic, before he had no choice but to withdraw.

He frowned slightly as he thought of the scene inside the Qiankun Realm.

This time, he ran up to the city wall again, only to witness an unbelievable scene.

Outside the city walls, thousands of plague monsters were much closer to the walls of Guanxian than before.

Many of those towering giants, so distant and imposing, also stepped forward.

If these monsters gradually approach Guanxian County over time, they may have to confront the giant again in the future.

In an instant, a heavy pressure surged into my heart.

"Hurry up, don't keep our benefactor waiting!" came the villagers' shouts from inside.