Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Zhou Chen had conducted tests during his previous visits to the old world.

The white mist that entered the old world does not appear in reality, but is reflected in his spirit in some form.

Each time he entered the old world, it was not with his physical body, but rather with the emergence of white mist that drew away his spirit, or rather, his soul.

Just like when a nascent soul leaves the body, Zhou Chen was not worried about being noticed by Uncle Sun.

"Xiao Chen, if you're sleepy, lean back and rest for a while. You can come and relieve me later tonight," Uncle Sun said after Zhou Chen yawned several times.

Zhou Chen nodded in agreement as he looked at the countdown, which was about to reach zero in a few minutes.

Soon, he leaned against the oxcart, closed his eyes, and began to breathe evenly.

[Energy accumulated. Enter the old world?]

Shortly after Zhou Chen pretended to fall asleep, a message popped up on the panel.

"Enter."

The familiar white mist reappeared, and Zhou Chen's eyes peeked out as he observed Uncle Sun's reaction beside him.

Seeing that he was still humming an unknown tune as he drove the carriage, I felt reassured.

When Zhou Chen opened his eyes again, he found himself in the main hall of the temple where he had left the old world last time.

He glanced at the empty throne directly in front of him, then turned and pushed open the door to leave.

The houses and temples are like save points. As long as the surroundings are safe, you will reappear at the nearest save point when you enter again.

His location in the real world does not affect where he enters the old world.

Zhou Chen pondered the rules for entering the old world.

At the same time, the telepathic ability quietly unfolded, capturing the faint traces of the relic's aura.

"Three on the left, two on the right."

If we consider the aura of the relics that Zhou Chen sensed in the main hall of the temple before he left yesterday as a unit, the aura on Zhou Chen's left is now three in density, while that on his right is two.

Without needing to choose, Zhou Chen stepped to the left.

If he could find an attribute-elemental light orb, he could break through the skin-refining stage and enter the flesh-refining stage today.

Tread!

After turning a corner, a large, ancient building came into view.

The three relic auras sensed by the psychic ability were all within it.

"Xuanbing Martial Arts Hall." Zhou Chen looked up and read the four large characters on the plaque above the main entrance of the building.

"Martial arts school?"

Zhou Chen climbed the steps and arrived at the gate of the martial arts school, which had been sealed for who knows how long. He could hear some footsteps coming from inside.

"The Plague Freak"

His expression turned solemn, and he placed his hands on the door, slowly pushing it open.

The door hinges, long neglected and unlubricated, creaked, and Zhou Chen heard footsteps approaching.

"There's more than one."

He stepped into the martial arts hall, where a square training ground, a hundred feet wide, came into view, with a huge "武" (martial arts) character in the center, grand and majestic.

Two relics emitting white light floated at the edge of the training ground.

In Zhou Chen's perception, the other one was inside the house, deeper inside.

blah blah blah...

Before Zhou Chen could reach the edge of the training ground and collect the two breakthrough relics, the two plague monsters moved nimbly and attacked Zhou Chen together, blocking his path to the breakthrough relics.

Seeing this, Zhou Chen showed no urgency. He lowered his waist and sat back, waiting for the rabbit to come to him.

A cloud of dust rose from the marble floor of the training ground as two pale, inhuman-looking plague monsters rushed through the mist.

Zhou Chen's feet were firmly planted on the ground.

His hands were clasped together, like two doors guarding against monster attacks.

The plague monster's gaunt, bony fist broke apart the moment it collided with Zhou Chen's fist.

Before Zhou Chen could seize the opportunity to pursue, another monster suddenly crouched down and launched a sweeping leg attack.

"Some monsters still retain their martial arts memories from their previous lives."

Seeing the monster skillfully using simple moves, Zhou Chen's leg muscles suddenly tensed up.

In an instant, Zhou Chen felt a tremendous force strike him, forcing him to take two steps back.

The Zhenyue Pillar, which stood firm like the gnarled roots of an old tree, was shattered by this single blow.

At the same time, the plague monster stood up, its body tilting to one side.

The right leg that had been used to fight Zhou Chen was broken.

With the Zhenyue Stake broken, Zhou Chen felt his blood and qi surging and rising, and a sense of malice rose in his chest.

Tread!

With two steps, Zhou Chen shook off the severed-handed monster chasing after him and was already in front of him.

He exhaled and made a sound, then suddenly threw a punch.

boom!

click!

The head of the severed-legged monster flew off like a ball and crashed to the ground.

At this moment, the other monster finally arrived.

Zhou Chen turned around, his arms bulging, and exchanged several punches with the other.

Tiny bone fragments flew everywhere until the monster's head was blasted off and fell to the ground.

Picking up the Qingfu coins that fell after the two plague monsters turned to dust, Zhou Chen crossed the training ground and reached out to touch the two breakthrough relics.

[Obtained Breakthrough Relic (Beginner) *2]

"Just one more is needed to collect four breakthrough relics and upgrade the Zhenyue Stake to the Proficiency level."

Zhou Chen scanned the panel, and because he had collected breakthrough relics, there were light gold "+" signs after Archery, Traps, and Mountain Suppression Stakes.

Only after possessing supernatural powers and spiritual abilities did he find himself empty-handed.

Beyond the martial arts training ground, behind you are two rows of winding stone steps leading upwards.

Zhou Chen stepped up and a platform came into view. Behind the platform, an ancient-style pavilion stood.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the main gate of the pavilion creaked open, revealing the large character "武" (Wu, meaning martial arts) hanging in the center of the pavilion.

The other trace of the relic, sensed by the psychic abilities, is within it.

At the edge of that relic's aura, another sinister and cold aura lingered, far stronger than the two plague monsters from before.

Zhou Chen approached slowly; the door was still creaking, and the pavilion was silent.

The plague monster, exposed to the psychic's perception, remained motionless, as if it didn't exist.

Tread!

As Zhou Chen climbed a few steps to the upper floor, he placed his hands on the door panels, and the creaking sound stopped abruptly.

Just then, the figure sitting in the grand chair in the center of the pavilion moved.

Tread!

In an instant, two dark arms slammed down on Zhou Chen like heavy hammers.

Zhou Chen's eyes widened, and before he could even assume the stance of the Zhenyue Pillar, he felt himself being sent flying into the sky, only to crash down.

"So fast!"

The sound of wind reached Zhou Chen's ears again, and his heart tightened.

The next moment, he sprang to his feet like a carp leaping out of water, his skin bulging, and instinctively threw a punch in the direction from which the sound of the wind came.

bang...

A sharp pain shot through Zhou Chen's knuckles and fingers. Before Zhou Chen could gather his strength, the dark arm slammed down again.

Zhou Chen flew out again, crashed into the wall of the pavilion, and slowly slid down.

"Train your flesh, or strengthen your bones?" Zhou Chen was blasted away twice in a row, his head was buzzing, and pain spread throughout his body.

Perhaps, I will die here today?

An absurd yet reasonable idea flashed through Zhou Chen's mind.

The sound of the wind came again.

Click...

Zhou Chen rolled over to one side like a lazy donkey, glancing at the spot where he had just been.

The stone paving stones on the ground were broken into pieces, and a foot wearing an old-fashioned cloth shoe was deeply embedded in them.

Taking advantage of the moment when the plague monster withdrew its strength, Zhou Chen rolled over and got up, assuming the stance of the Zhenyue Stake.

The rich earth energy flowed from my feet throughout my body, relieving the pain while also bringing greater strength.

"Die!"

The fleshy fist, covered in golden patterns, slammed out again.