Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"Good, good, good!" Zhou Chen grabbed the Crimson Flame Sect waist token, his palm erupting with true energy, and crushed the high-quality waist token into powder.

"It's better not to join the Crimson Flame Sect!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to carry throughout the outer plaza of the Crimson Flame Sect.

Zhou Chen glanced at the slick-skinned steward, as if he were looking at a giant rat lurking within the behemoth that is the Crimson Flame Sect.

"Bang!"

The powder in his hand was gathered into a ball by his true energy, turning into a crimson line of fire that shot straight at the steward's acupoint.

The steward thought Zhou Chen would slink down the mountain after being humiliated, and was about to say a few more sarcastic remarks when he saw Zhou Chen crush the waist token and shoot the powder at him like arrows.

This skill in internal energy cultivation is truly remarkable.

"You brat, how dare you!"

In an instant, he circulated his true energy in his lower and middle dantian, causing his robes to billow and flutter like a sphere.

Many of the onlookers were ordinary people from their clans who had managed to gain entry into the outer sect through connections, and they had no cultivation whatsoever.

Seeing the two suddenly engage in combat, the crowd had already scattered.

A cloud of steam rose from the slick, oily head of the butler, his palms crimson, as he suddenly slapped at the incoming fiery arc.

"Bang!"

The powder exploded and scattered into a clump.

"Hmph, such a trivial skill, yet you dare to show off your meager abilities before my Crimson Flame Sect." The steward sneered, his figure flashing as he plunged into the powder, intending to search for Zhou Chen's whereabouts.

With a whoosh, goosebumps rose on my chest.

The deacon's expression hardened, and he shifted his stance, narrowly avoiding a black feathered arrow.

Looking ahead, the person who had attacked them had already disappeared.

After this commotion, the outer plaza of the Crimson Flame Sect was in complete chaos.

The Crimson Flame Sect occupies a vast area, and this place is still several miles away from the core of the inner sect.

Zhou Chen fought with the steward for several rounds, and it was only after a few breaths that a figure came running from a distance.

"Steward Cai, what has happened here, causing such a commotion?" The newcomer was dressed in a blue robe, with a refined appearance and an unpredictable aura.

Upon seeing this person, the steward surnamed Cai quickly suppressed his anger and bowed. "Elder Zhu, a petty thief attempted to force his way into my Crimson Flame Sect without a token. I fought him for a few rounds and was about to subdue him when he escaped."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yue closed his eyelids and carefully sensed the lingering fluctuations in the square.

The next moment, he flicked his hand, and a layer of powder gathered in his palm out of thin air.

As he ground the powder, Zhu Yue sensed the lingering aura of the Crimson Flame True Qi in the air.

This aura was incredibly pure, no less than that of him, an inner sect elder who had entered the True Qi realm.

"Tell the truth." Having grasped the key point, his voice deepened, carrying a hint of seriousness.

Deacon Cai shuddered upon hearing this, realizing he had failed to deceive Zhu Yue, and his face fell.

He had served here for several years, and the act of collecting tributes from outer disciples who wanted to join the sect was not something he did alone.

The inner sect elders received a considerable share of the tributes, but Zhu Yue was conspicuously absent from it.

"This..." Deacon Cai said with a bitter face, and could only explain the matter in detail.

Zhu Yue listened from the side, his expression growing increasingly cold.

"Elder Zhu, that's how it is." Deacon Cai shrank back, staring nervously at Elder Zhu's hand on the hilt of his sword.

I had long heard that Elder Zhu of the inner sect was a sword prodigy in the sect, whose swordsmanship was unparalleled in the True Qi Realm.

If he were to suddenly draw his sword, I wonder if I could escape death.

Just then, a hand landed on Zhu Yue's shoulder.

"Elder Zhu, don't be angry. The one below is ignorant, just punish him." The newcomer had a red face and a tiger's beard, and was very strong. He placed a palm on Zhu Yue's shoulder, subtly restraining Zhu Yue's movements.

"Elder, save me!" When Deacon Cai saw the person who came, he felt as if he had seen a savior and quickly stood behind him.

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A figure swept past beneath the feet of the Crimson Flame Sect.

Meanwhile, Zhou Chen crushed his waist token and used the powder to obscure his vision. After exchanging only a few blows with the steward, he noticed several powerful gazes probing from the depths of the Crimson Flame Sect.

He decisively withdrew and retreated, fearing that if he had waited even a few more breaths, the situation would have been beyond his control.

Sensing the auras of two powerful beings above the Awakening Realm emanating from the Crimson Flame Sect plaza several miles away, Zhou Chen activated his Seventy-Two Transformations technique, instantly concealing all his own aura.

By the time I finished cleaning up, it was already dusk.

Zhou Chen traveled a little further, getting away from the Crimson Flame Sect.

After a while, Zhou Chen found an inn to stay in, reflecting on the ups and downs of the day.

Before coming to the Crimson Flame Sect, he never expected that the number one sect in Xijiang would recruit disciples so hastily.

Even those who possess the outer disciple token given by Yi Yan still have to offer a great deal of tribute; if they fail, they are dismissed without even a selection process.

It's absolutely absurd.

He leaned against the bed, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

Changnan City was the capital of Xijiang County, where the prefect Cheng Jue was stationed.

The reason I risked coming here despite being wanted by the entire county was to seek the cultivation techniques for the later stages of the Qi Opening Realm.

In the entire Xijiang Prefecture, only the prefectural city has such abundant Qi and True Qi, so it naturally has no shortage of subsequent cultivation methods for those who have reached the Qi Opening Realm.

In addition, with the outer sect token of the Crimson Flame Sect given to him by Yi Yan, he thought he could cultivate in peace after entering the sect, but he never expected that even this path would be unexpectedly cut off.

"Let's see what the Qiankun Realm is like tonight. If it doesn't work out, we'll return to Xingde County to cultivate until we reach the peak of the Enlightenment Realm before making any further plans."

Zhou Chen made up his mind, and all 110 acupoints in his body began to operate. The array in the guest room was activated, providing the necessary energy for his cultivation.

The room he rented was considered top-class in the inn, with a spirit-gathering array engraved around it by a local array master, capable of meeting the daily cultivation needs of any martial artist below the True Qi Realm.

For this reason, the price is quite high, and it is mostly rented by young masters from wealthy families in other counties who come here for training.

Zhou Chen is currently quite wealthy, so he naturally won't skimp on cultivation.

Time flew by, and Zhou Chen slowly stopped the internal energy in his body and opened his eyes.

【00:00:02】

【00:00:01】

【00:00:00】

[Energy accumulation complete. Enter the Qiankun Realm?]

"Enter."

Thick fog rolled in, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Chen found himself in a completely different world.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The piercing sound of the wind rushed past his ears, and Zhou Chen's eyes widened in surprise.

The dim light within the Qiankun Realm shone down, enveloping the rows of houses.

The city here has a network of streets and alleys, and in terms of scale alone, it is far larger than Guanxian County.

The only similarity is that this city, like Guanxian, is completely uninhabited.

With the telepathic ability spread out, the fog outside the line of sight was sensed and quickly dispersed, clearing an area of ​​several miles.

Suddenly, Zhou Chen's pupils contracted.

Within the perception of the psychic ability, the aura of several relics was hidden in the nearby streets and alleys alone.

After a while, the investigation ended. Zhou Chen looked up and gazed into the distance, his eyes piercing through the thick fog and fixing on a deep shadow in the sky.

There, he sensed an atmosphere similar to that of the Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Temple.

"Are there deities guarding this place?"