Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Beside the county boundary marker, Zhou Chen opened his eyes, lost in thought.

The next moment, he turned around and took a few steps.

The feeling of the earth's veins merging together returned.

The official seal of Xingde County was shattered, and the fortune within it merged into Zhou Chen's body, giving him the power to manipulate the earth's veins in Xingde County.

However, the official seal of Fengnian County was not lost and remained firmly in the hands of the upright county magistrate appointed by the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

When he, the "Land God" of Xingde County, arrived in Fengnian County, he naturally lost his power.

Zhou Chen pondered for a moment, finally understanding why Cheng Jue, the ruler of a prefecture who could go toe-to-toe with the Eternal Mother, would also go to such lengths for the seal of a mere county magistrate.

As long as the official seal remains unclaimed, the fortune of this region will not belong to the Great Qian Dynasty, effectively turning it into an exclave under the rule of the Great Qian court.

Although the Great Qian Dynasty is now experiencing a decline in social morality and corruption in its administration, it is still a unified empire rarely seen in history.

However, once Xingde lost its fortune, although its territory remained intact, it had already partially broken away from the control of Daqian.

Such guilt is something even Cheng Jue, the head of a prefecture, might not be able to bear.

If Cheng Jue and the others knew that the official seal had already been shattered and exploded, and that all the fortune of Xingde County had been integrated into Zhou Chen's body, they would probably spare no effort to send people to ambush and kill Zhou Chen.

Because the founding emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty rose to power by relying on the fortune of a particular place.

Zhou Chen understood the key to it and immediately stepped out of Xingde County again.

Although this place can be considered his home turf, with his current cultivation level, if he does not strive for progress, it is tantamount to waiting for death.

He touched the fiery red token hanging at his waist. Fiery red cloud patterns surrounded the token, making the two characters "赤炎" (Crimson Flame) in the center shine brightly.

This was something Yi Yan personally went to the county town to obtain for Zhou Chen when he first joined the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School.

It was during this trip that Yi Yan was seriously injured and had to dismiss his martial arts school disciples.

If Zhou Chen hadn't suddenly risen to prominence, breaking through his cultivation level and killing his sought-after enemy, the remaining disciples of the Crimson Flame Martial Arts Academy would likely have met the same fate.

Now is the time to use it.

"The Crimson Flame Sect is a prominent family in the county city. They must have a method to break through to the True Qi Realm. Perhaps they can protect me if my identity is exposed?" Zhou Chen looked towards the direction of Xijiang County City, his gaze lost in thought.

Tread!

With a start, Zhou Chen continued his journey.

At that moment, a very faint, almost imperceptible connection came from behind.

Zhou Chen focused his mind, his thoughts traversing hundreds of miles, only to hear murmurs.

"I pray to the gods for protection. I am certain that I will be able to track down the wanted criminal Zhou Chen, obtain the reward of a thousand taels, and achieve the rank of a ninth-grade military officer."

"If this matter succeeds, we will surely rebuild the immortal's golden body and worship it day and night."

"Bang bang bang!" The thin man knelt on the prayer mat and kowtowed repeatedly.

But what he was worshipping at that moment was the blurry statue of a deity in the newly built temple by the roadside in Cangsong Village.

Zhou Chen couldn't help but chuckle as he listened to the man praying before the statue.

In both his past and present lives, this was the first time he had ever seen someone kowtow to a deity in order to ask for the deity's blessing so that he could find any clues about the deity's true form.

If this were to succeed, it would truly be the collapse of the Way of Heaven.

Just then, a thick black incense flame surged from inside the statue, which turned out to be the same as the several evil thoughts that Zhou Chen had sensed when his soul entered the statue yesterday.

"I wonder if, hundreds of miles apart, I can manipulate the idol to manifest its power?"

As soon as Zhou Chen had this thought, the statues in the temple suddenly began to shake and make a banging sound.

The gaunt man, bowing before the statue, looked up, listening to the thumping sounds emanating from it, and was overjoyed.

"My benefactor has answered me! My benefactor has answered me!"

Seeing the image of his benefactor appear, he bowed even more sincerely, his head pounding the ground repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

The next moment, a faint dark light emanated from around the statue, spreading towards the man like a shadow.

The gaunt man prostrated himself wildly for a while, completely immersed in the ecstasy of the idol's miraculous appearance.

In his eyes, with the blessing of the benefactor who rescued him from Black Wind Stronghold, he would surely be able to find the whereabouts of the villain named Zhou Chen, obtain a thousand taels of silver, and be promoted to the ninth-rank military officer.

The shadows were as black as ink, spreading and entangling the thin man like tentacles.

Suddenly!

It felt like being doused with ice water; a bone-chilling cold penetrated through the skin and flesh, reaching straight to the soul.

The man shuddered suddenly, his heart pounding.

He unconsciously looked up—the sight before him terrified him!

The statue, which had been so compassionate and gentle just moments before, was now silently contorting and writhing.

The originally blurred face resembled a melted wax figure, with murky black liquid slowly seeping from the eye sockets and corners of the mouth, flowing along the mottled ceramic sculpture.

Deep within those eye sockets, there was no longer the indifference of a deity, but two endlessly swirling, bottomless black holes, as if ready to devour anyone who might be caught.

The image of the deity flickered and swayed violently in the man's eyes, sometimes towering and oppressive like a mountain, almost crushing his skull.

At times, it would transform into a twisted, ghostly shadow, as if trying to burrow into his fragile eardrums.

"This...this...ghost...demon!" His throat tightened, his teeth chattered, and a hot, foul-smelling liquid instantly soaked into his lower body.

Extreme fear instantly destroyed his reason, leaving only the most primal screams echoing wildly in his mind.

He tried to stand up and escape the temple, using all four limbs and with tears streaming down his face, but he was too sore and numb from kneeling for so long that he couldn't straighten up.

"Spare me! Immortal, spare me!" He collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, still desperately trying to claw at the ground with his hands. His ten fingers were rubbed raw and bloody on the rough bluestone, leaving long trails of blood as he crawled desperately toward the door.

"Help! There's a ghost!"

Outside the temple, many hunters who went into the mountains to hunt have returned to their villages.

From a great distance, they could see that the temple, built with the combined efforts of Cangsong Village, looked somewhat different from usual.

Only when you get closer can you see the figure of the man who has been howling until his voice is hoarse.

"It's Qiu Si's voice."

"Since this scoundrel came to the village, he has been lazy and good-for-nothing all day long. He spent all the money that our benefactor gave him in just a few days, and now he's doing petty theft!" When someone heard Qiu Si's name, they immediately stopped thinking about helping him.

"That's right, our village is finally at peace now that he's dead."

Several hunters gathered together, listening to the cries for help coming from the temple, but none of them stepped forward to help.

"Ah, it's still a life. Everyone, come with me and lend a hand." The voice came from Uncle Sun, who had just passed by.

He has now reached the Bone Forging stage in his cultivation, making him one of the top experts in the entire village, and his prestige is almost comparable to that of the village chief, Qin Huo.

As soon as Uncle Sun spoke, the many dissatisfied hunters stopped talking, sold their share of the money, and headed towards the temple.

The closer they got, the more real the cries for help became, intermittent and like tearing silk.

"Help……"

Uncle Sun led the group closer to the temple, where they were greeted by a rich and pleasant aroma of sandalwood.

Looking into the temple, the statues erected by renowned pottery sculptors from the surrounding area gleamed brightly, like celestial beings.

"Our benefactor has appeared! Our benefactor has appeared!"

In unison, all the hunters knelt outside the temple and kowtowed devoutly.