Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Inside the cleaned inner room, Zhou Chen lay on the bed, his arms aching from repeatedly drawing the bow.

He looked at the information prompts on the panel, nodded heavily, and said, "Yes."

The next moment, thick fog surged around him, and Zhou Chen's vision gradually became blurry, as if his five senses were drifting away.

Suddenly, the fog thinned and then disappeared like the receding tide.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar surroundings, which were not Earth, the place he had lived in his previous life, Zhou Chen felt a sense of surprise and uncertainty.

In an empty room, several grayish-white crystals were embedded in the wall, emitting a dim light that made it barely possible to see.

The walls of the house are made of bluestone, and rows of bookshelves lean against the walls, empty.

A two-meter-long square wooden table sits in the center of the room, exuding a faint smell of decay.

"Is this the old world?"

"Or was this all just a dream?"

He pinched the soft flesh of his waist with his hand and suddenly exerted force, causing him to wince in pain.

"Not a dream?!"

Zhou Chen's eyes flashed, and he rolled off the wooden bed beneath him.

The next moment, his gaze was drawn to a fist-sized, glowing object on the square wooden table.

"What is this?" He wondered, but did not touch the glowing object out of curiosity.

Footsteps clattered against the wooden floor.

He walked around the room, searching every bookshelf and cabinet, but found nothing of value, including books and weapons.

He was met only with heaps of gray powder, like dust.

"I have no choice but to give it a try." Zhou Chen walked to the wooden table and stared intently at the glowing object, but it was blurry and he couldn't see what it contained.

The next moment, he mustered his courage and reached out to touch the glowing object.

The moment it was touched, the luminous object shattered into countless tiny points of light, which flowed into the body through the fingertip.

[Obtained Breakthrough Relics *1]

[Relic of Breakthrough: The Remnant Will of a Martial Artist]

[Quality: Basic]

[Function: Can improve skill proficiency to a certain extent]

The light merged in an instant, and a panel suddenly appeared before my eyes, with messages popping up like a screen full of text.

"A relic from a breakthrough?"

"Warrior?"

"Improve skill level?"

Zhou Chen was taken aback when he saw the concise message and glanced at the panel.

Name: Zhou Chen

【00:00:00】

【Fine: 0.5】

[Qi: 0.0]

【God: 1.5】

[Skill: Archery (Beginner, 75%)+]

[Relic: Breakthrough Relic (Beginner) *1]

Looking at his archery skills, which had only increased by six points after a whole night of practice, Zhou Chen sighed.

The original owner's father was a well-known hunter in the surrounding area, and he was extremely meticulous in teaching his son archery.

Even so, after several years, the original owner's archery skills were still not up to par, which shows that the aptitude and talent of this body were extremely poor.

At his current pace of practice, it would take him at least several more days to master archery.

This is only possible if there is a sufficient food supply.

"Shall we try out the effects of this breakthrough relic?"

A sudden inspiration struck Zhou Chen, and he subconsciously looked at the pale gold plus sign next to the archery skill section.

[Consumes 1 Beginner Level Breakthrough Relics]

Archery (Beginner, 12%)

The interface suddenly flashed, revealing an empty inventory, but in return, a beginner-level archery skill.

In that instant, a warm current surged forth, nourishing Zhou Chen's body, which was weaker than that of an ordinary person.

Zhou Chen clenched his fists, feeling a surge of strength, and even his steps became lighter.

He felt his body grow stronger, and a hint of desire flashed in his eyes as he looked at the unlocked door, his mind racing.

"Can improving one's skill level enhance physical attributes, or rather, one's spirit attribute?"

If he were to acquire more breakthrough artifacts, coupled with his own efforts, even with his poor physical talent, he could quickly become stronger.

Suddenly, the image of Uncle Sun, dressed only in shorts and tight-fitting clothes, appeared in my mind as winter approached.

"Warrior?"

"Is he the same kind of person as the martial artist who left behind the relic of breaking through to the next realm?"

His eyes narrowed, and he was about to push the door open and leave.

But then white mist appeared, and the scene before them suddenly changed, returning them to the real world.

"Are you out?"

Zhou Chen felt a lump in his throat, as if his passion, which was about to burst forth, had been forcibly stopped.

Name: Zhou Chen

【23:59:59】

【Fine: 0.6】

[Qi: 0.0]

【God: 1.5】

[Skill: Archery (Beginner, 12%)]

[None of the items]

"My spirit attribute has increased by 0.1, and my archery skills have also reached the beginner level."

Zhou Chen pinched his arm again, and only when he felt the pain did he realize that the strange scene he had just witnessed was not a dream, and that his unexpected time travel was not a figment of his imagination before his death.

Zhou Chen glanced at the countdown that was flashing again on the panel and felt more at ease.

The countdown lasts exactly twenty-four hours, and by this time tomorrow, we will be able to re-enter the old world.

"I wonder how much time has passed in the real world after staying in the old world for so long?" He subconsciously looked at his wrist and realized that this was no longer the technologically advanced Earth, and even basic timekeeping tools did not exist.

Perhaps, the Xingde County town that the villagers often talk about has similar tools?

"Let's rely on basic archery skills to make a living first, and then we can think about other things." With these thoughts in mind, Zhou Chen's breathing gradually became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep.

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The next day, Zhou Chen woke up to the loud sound of dawn.

He rolled over and got out of bed, stretching his limbs and making cracking sounds.

Although it was the first time Zhou Chen had fallen asleep in the world he had traveled to, his sleep was better than ever before.

Here, he's not a workhorse who gets called in to work overtime at any time!

Zhou Chen got up, rinsed his mouth casually, and took a portion from the half pheasant left over from yesterday. He boiled it in plain water and ate until he was half full.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

Just then, there was a series of knocks on the door.

"Brother Zhou, it's me! Open the door!" A childish voice rang out from outside.

Zhou Chen recognized the voice and quickly walked to the door, removing the latch.

Outside the door, Uncle Sun was dressed as he had yesterday, holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old girl in one hand and carrying a half-empty bag in the other.

"Uncle Sun, what's this?" Zhou Chen turned to the side and welcomed the two into the room.

"After I went back yesterday, my mother found out about Brother Zhou's matter and asked my father to bring you some food this morning." Sun Xiaohua had a good relationship with the original owner of this body and was not shy at all.

At this moment, Uncle Sun shoved the half-empty bag into Zhou Chen's arms, "My wife brought some grain from home last night, it should be enough for you to eat for a few days."

Zhou Chen instinctively tried to push the bag back, but the dark arm holding the bag remained motionless, as if cast in bronze and iron.

"That's some real strength."

Just as he was filled with surprise, Uncle Sun had already left the bag behind. "Xiao Chen, after you've rested for a few days, come hunting with me in the mountains!"

Zhou Chen looked at the half-empty rice bag in his arms and felt its weight.

Uncle Sun's family consists of four people: two adults and two children. The entire family's livelihood rests on Uncle Sun's shoulders.

His youngest son was weak from a young age and often needed to take medicine to nourish him, so they did not live a comfortable life.

This small half-bag of rice was probably squeezed out of the mouths of the four people.

Watching Uncle Sun's retreating figure as he quickly stepped out of the courtyard gate, Zhou Chen stepped forward and said, "Uncle Sun, I've almost recovered. I can go into the mountains today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Sun paused slightly, turned his head to look, and realized that Zhou Chen's complexion was indeed very different from yesterday, and even his body seemed to have become a bit stronger.

"Is a pheasant really that useful?"

He stared at Zhou Chen with suspicion, and slowly asked, "Have you even scratched the surface of archery?"