Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

As night deepened, Zhou Chen escorted the villagers down the rugged mountain path.

He didn't walk too fast, nor did he get too close; he simply followed at a distance.

The Seventy-Two Transformations technique continued to operate, maintaining the "Old Tang" face.

Occasionally, villagers would turn around and look, only to see a silent figure carrying a bow and stick following behind, like a guardian deity in the night.

After walking for several hours and resting several times, the mountain path gradually became gentler.

As dawn broke, the outline of Cangsong Village was faintly visible.

Or rather, it was once Cangsong Village.

Seeing this, Zhou Chen stopped and said in a calm voice, "The nearest village, Cangsong Village, is just ahead. We shall take our leave here."

The villagers turned around and were about to kneel down again, but Zhou Chen stopped them by raising his hand.

"Our benefactor saved our lives and gave us money to live on. We have no way to repay this great kindness. May we ask your name? After we rebuild our village, we will definitely set up a memorial tablet for you and worship you day and night."

Zhou Chen was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "No need to ask my name. Just live well."

After saying that, he took out several yellowed books from his pocket and handed them to the old man.

"These martial arts manuals are simple and easy to understand, and they are not difficult to practice. If you are interested in learning martial arts, you can teach them to others."

After saying that, Zhou Chen turned around and disappeared into the night.

The villagers stared at Zhou Chen, who had vanished in just a few breaths, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, the old man who had taken the book looked at Cangsong Village at the foot of the mountain, which had been ravaged and looted by bandits, and said, "Our village has been burned down. Why don't we rebuild it here?"

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Since being rescued, the old man has taken charge of distributing the silver and arranging the journey down the mountain, and his abilities have been recognized by many.

The proposal to rebuild on the original site of Cangsong Village has immediately garnered support from many people.

Of course, some wanted to stay and rebuild the village, some wanted to go back to their hometown, and some, having received money, wanted to make a living in the county town.

The crowd naturally split into several groups and dispersed.

The largest number of villagers went to Cangsong Village, numbering as many as six or seven hundred.

"Mother, our benefactor seems to know our village quite well." After reaching flat ground, Xiao Hu climbed down from Aunt Sun's arms and said, shaking his head.

As Aunt Sun saw the familiar yet unfamiliar village so close at hand, she couldn't help but think of her missing husband and daughter, and tears streamed down her face.

"What's wrong? How did my little tiger figure it out?" Despite her overwhelming grief, Aunt Sun still answered Little Tiger.

"He can recognize our village from a long way off, and he pronounces the name very well," Xiao Hu replied crisply.

Aunt Sun's eyes looked a little strange after Xiao Hu said that.

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of villages in these mountains. Unless you live nearby, it would be very difficult to accurately name them.

"Could our benefactor be a villager? Or perhaps he passed through the village?" Aunt Sun recalled the face Zhou Chen had conjured, but it didn't match anyone in the village.

As for passersby, their faces were beyond her ability to remember.

Putting her thoughts aside, Aunt Sun patted Xiao Hu's head and said, "Let's go home and set up a memorial tablet for our benefactor. From now on, Xiao Hu must cultivate diligently and strive to be as powerful as our benefactor to protect everyone."

The conversation between the mother and son was not unusual; at this moment, almost all the rescued villagers were encouraging their children in the same way.

Since last night, Zhou Chen's steady and unwavering figure has been etched into the hearts of nearly a thousand people.

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The morning fog was thick, and it was still dark.

The news of Black Wind Stronghold's destruction spread like wildfire, carried by the fleeing bandits to every corner of Xingde County.

Xingde County, the ancestral home of the Li family.

Li Youde sat in his study, staring at the thin letter in his hand, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

The letter contained only a few words: Black Wind Stronghold was destroyed by an unknown martial artist, all three stronghold leaders died, and the skeleton of He Wugui, a new disciple of the Wusheng Sect who had undergone marrow cleansing, was discovered, but no trace of him has been found yet.

"Qing'er." Li Youde slammed the letter on the table, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Just who is targeting my Li family?"

His gaze was fixed on the man in black who was presenting the intelligence, as heavy as a mountain.

"First, Wuji was assassinated in his house, and then Qing'er was killed in Black Wind Stronghold. Who was it?"

When Li Wuji died, he only lost a beloved son.

But Li Youde, with more than ten descendants already registered in the family genealogy, was only saddened for a moment.

However, Li Qing, who was killed this time, was an illegitimate child, but his talent was astonishing. Given time, he would surely become the second Qi Opening Realm martial artist in the Li family.

Now, the sudden news of his death has caused Li Youde immense grief.

Inside the study, several trusted confidants looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Master, could it be the Chen family...?"

"The Chen family?" Li Youde sneered. "The three families are mutually restraining each other. They know perfectly well which family is making any move. Could it be the old man from the Chen family?"

"The Zhao family..."

"The Zhao family is the same."

Li Youde stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night outside.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Have someone bring Qing'er's body back, then set fire to Black Wind Stronghold and burn it clean, so that the Wusheng Sect's affairs don't involve the family."

Inside the study, a tall martial artist nodded emphatically upon hearing this, "Yes, I will go there myself."

In a few leaps, the person's figure had disappeared.

Li Youde then looked at the others and said, "Pass down the order: from today onwards, all clan forces should keep a low profile. Give up the docks, close the shops in the South Market, and tell your men not to cause trouble recently."

"Master, this..."

"Do as instructed." Li Youde's brows furrowed, forming a deep frown. "No matter who did it, the fact that Black Wind Stronghold was wiped out overnight will also make it difficult for my Li family to have peace. We must keep a low profile until we find out the truth."

The confidants bowed and withdrew, remaining silent.

Li Youde remained standing by the window, his brow furrowed, still unable to figure out who was trying to harm his Li family.

Black Wind Stronghold was a secret agent that the Li family had been keeping for many years, specializing in doing dirty work that couldn't be done in the light of day.

Therefore, he specially arranged for his illegitimate son Li Qing, whom he valued highly, to take charge. A few days ago, the major families were fighting fiercely, so he thought of having Black Wind Village make some moves in the surrounding villages to squeeze some more money out of them.

Who would have thought that this would attract such a killing god?

who is it?

In the vicinity of Xingde County, apart from the enlightened martial artists of the Chen and Zhao families, only the Fanlangzhai, which occupies the dock, remains.

However, there are important figures from the county standing behind Fanlang Village, and he has always paid them ample tribute, so he shouldn't provoke them.

He couldn't figure it out.

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Meanwhile, in Chenjia Village, Xingde County.

A lean and capable-looking man sat at a stone table in his own courtyard, drinking one glass of wine after another in silence.

Chen Jiu was a member of a branch of the Chen family, but because of his meticulousness, he was valued by Chen Wu and put in charge of some of the Chen family's intelligence personnel.

A few days ago, Chen Yunpeng asked him for information about Black Wind Stronghold, and he gave it to him without thinking.

After all, he was once a genius of the Chen family, and he had received favors from Chen Yunpeng. He wouldn't turn his back on him like that.

But today, Black Wind Stronghold has been destroyed.

They wiped them out completely, leaving not a single chicken or dog alive.