Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Hearing the shouts outside the temple, Qiu Si suddenly felt a surge of strength.

His bloodied and mangled hand desperately pressed against the temple threshold, hoping someone outside would lend a hand.

At the moment, all the hunters were amazed by the divine intervention of their benefactor's statue, and no one paid any attention to Qiu Si's actions.

Inside Yunsong Mountain, Zhou Chen closed his eyes and felt many prayers coming from the darkness.

This time, however, they were all simply wishing for family happiness and good health.

Inside the statue, there were more warm yellow incense sticks.

"Uncle Sun?" Zhou Chen suddenly exclaimed softly, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

At the same time, beams of golden light burst forth from the statue within the temple, shooting straight towards the hunter kneeling outside the door.

Among them, the purest and most abundant incense power from the palm of the statue fell silently and entered Uncle Sun's somewhat aged body.

Uncle Sun is over forty years old today, and his qi and blood have been damaged by years of hard work. Although he replenished his qi and blood during his short stay at the Crimson Flame Martial Arts Hall and broke through to the Bone Forging Realm, he no longer has the possibility of breaking through to the Inner Strength Realm.

At the moment the power of the incense surged in, Uncle Sun shuddered.

The long-dormant blood and qi in the body surged forth like dry tinder that had been ignited.

His slightly hunched back straightened instantly, and a power like that of a newborn bud surged from the depths of his bones.

A "crackling" sound rang out, and Uncle Sun gritted his teeth, remaining silent and enduring the pain of the bone-altering procedure.

Most of the hunters around were only at the leather level. Although they received far fewer offerings than Uncle Sun, many of them still managed to break through to the flesh level in one fell swoop.

At that moment, they were all drawn to the cracking sounds coming from Uncle Sun's bones and muscles.

The hunters who witnessed this scene narrowed their eyes and then burst into a frenzied shout.

"The idol is working! The idol is working!"

"Could our benefactor truly be some celestial being who has descended to earth to rescue us?"

However, the shouts of four or five hunters could easily echo through the sky.

Hearing the commotion from afar, many villagers who had returned home gathered around.

Looking at Qiu Si, whose fingers were mangled and bloody in front of the temple, and Uncle Sun and the others, who were devoutly worshipping, I was speechless with astonishment.

Until another wisp of incense entered one of the people's bodies, prompting him to break through the flesh-refining stage.

No longer having any doubts, everyone prostrated themselves, their foreheads slamming heavily against the cold stone slab, devoutly chanting the words "benefactor."

The sparse incense smoke inside the temple suddenly became thick and abundant, almost solidifying, and swirling around the statue of the deity.

By this time, Qiu Si was already so frightened that he was in a daze.

He collapsed before the threshold of the statue, his eyes wide open, his face frozen in extreme fear, and his breath had ceased.

"Qiu Si is dead!"

"This scoundrel died in the temple. Could it be that he offended our benefactor, causing the statue of our benefactor to manifest and bring disaster upon us?"

A moment later, a hunter discovered Qiu Si's dead body and exclaimed in surprise.

"Those two officials with the airs of江湖 (jianghu, the world of outlaws) came to post the arrest warrant today. The person on the warrant is clearly a village boy. This guy even tried to expose him. It's really unjust." Someone who knew what Qiu Si had done today spoke up indignantly.

"Indeed, he died here today because our benefactor was displeased with him and sent this calamity upon him. We must warn his family members that the wanted man is protected by our benefactor and they should not report him."

The hunters chatted for a few moments, and those in the crowd who had hoped to find clues in Zhou Chen's house gave up their plans.

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Hundreds of miles away, Zhou Chen heard the voices outside the temple and smiled.

He only intended to use the incense accumulated from the statues to punish the thief, but he never expected that the person would be scared to death by the illusion.

Then, they happened to run into Uncle Sun, so they arranged for incense offerings to help him out.

The incense and prayer power accumulated inside the statue was chaotic and complicated. He had the support of the panel and the Qiankun Realm, so he did not want to improve his cultivation through incense and prayer power, which would only pollute his true energy and mind.

However, hunters at the Body Tempering Realm, like Uncle Sun, who can hardly make any further progress even after leaping into the air, are different.

Since there is no room for future development, why not use the power of incense offerings to further improve one's cultivation?

He felt a faint, inexplicable connection flash through his mind, as if the link to the ceramic statue of the god in Cangsong Village had become clearer.

However, as Zhou Chen's distance from Cangsong Village increased, the sensation became weak again.

After passing Yunsong Mountain, Zhou Chen finally saw the official road again.

He sped along the official road, passing by several villages along the way.

At the entrances of these easily accessible villages, there were wanted posters identical to those in Cangsong Village.

Although the portrait on the wanted poster was somewhat distorted, the physical features and the weapon held were extremely accurate.

If it weren't for his Seventy-Two Transformations ability to change his physical appearance and his spatial ring to store weapons, his whereabouts would have been exposed long ago unless he had been hiding in a remote mountain forest.

The ink-stained notice rustled in the wind, and occasionally a few interested villagers would gather around to examine it closely, scrutinizing the portrait as if trying to memorize Zhou Chen's appearance.

Zhou Chen did not avoid the official roads, and sometimes he would even blatantly gather in front of the notices to comment on them, comparing the quality of the portraits on the wanted posters from different villages.

For several days in a row, Zhou Chen sped along the official road.

Once the countdown on the panel ended, Zhou Chen would choose a secluded path to venture into the mountains and forests, then leap into the Qiankun Realm to explore.

Strangely enough, after leaving Xingde County, the place Zhou Chen appeared in when he re-entered the Qiankun Realm was not the familiar Guanxian County.

Sometimes it appears in a vast expanse of broken walls and ruins, where the entire world is shrouded in darkness and dim light, with no trace of the calamity, the strange people, or the relics.

Sometimes, however, it is in rugged canyons, where the entire mountain range is bare, like the desolate Gobi Desert.

It wasn't until later that he realized that each scene change only occurred when he was traveling in the outside world and crossing the county boundary.

Perhaps, places like Guanxian, protected by divine barriers, are among the few in the Qiankun Realm.

As you head south, the terrain gradually flattens out and the population becomes increasingly dense.

After several days of trekking, a colossal city, far larger than anyone could have imagined, finally appeared on the horizon.

Changnan City!

Even from a distance, its magnificent presence is awe-inspiring.

The towering, dark blue city wall, standing twelve feet high, rose like a majestic mountain range, stretching to the horizon with no end in sight.

The massive stone blocks are stacked tightly together, and after enduring wind and rain, they exude an aura of vicissitude and sturdiness.

Banners fluttered on the city wall, and soldiers in bright armor were clearly visible, patrolling back and forth, with strict vigilance.

Upon closer inspection, the massive city gate resembled the mouth of a giant beast.

The main gate is wide enough to accommodate more than a dozen carriages side by side. Above it is a majestic city gate with a gable roof, flying eaves and brackets, which is very impressive.

The two heavy iron gates were open, yet they resembled two small mountains, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

A constant stream of people and vehicles weaved through the city gate, creating a bustling torrent.

Zhou Chen stood in line among the crowd waiting to enter the city in the distance, his heart pounding with shock.

Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a magnificent city.