Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Zhou Chen and Uncle Sun's family of four walked back, and the crowd of people queuing to pay taxes behind them completely disappeared from sight.

"Xiao Chen... thank you for today." Uncle Sun's eyes were slightly red, and his hands moved haphazardly, wanting to say words of thanks, but the words were stuck in his throat.

He hunted some game a few days ago and went into town to exchange it for some silver.

However, since he had not received any news of an increase in the annual tax, Uncle Sun only kept one and a half taels of silver to pay the tax and used the rest to buy medicinal herbs.

After a few more medicated baths, my child will be able to move around like a normal child.

As they grew older, Xiao Hua and his wife helped out at home, while Xiao Hu went hunting with him.

That means there's actually some hope for the future.

But with the tax suddenly doubled, he still needed five qian of silver even after scraping together what he could.

They were just short of pawning their own yellow jujube bow, which was their only means of livelihood.

But without this means of livelihood, and with no land in the village, even working as a day laborer for rich farmers wouldn't be enough to offset the heavy taxes imposed by the Great Qian Dynasty.

If another serious illness strikes, their family will be on the verge of being executed by the Great Qian Dynasty.

Aunt Sun, who was standing to the side, was still wondering where her husband got the spare money to lend to Zhou Chen.

Now that I see it, I immediately understand.

She remembered that she had previously thought of telling Uncle Sun to stop helping Zhou Chen and to hunt alone. Feeling guilty, she immediately knelt down before Zhou Chen.

"Aunt Sun." Zhou Chen saw Aunt Sun's knees bend and quickly went forward to help her up.

"When Uncle Sun gave me pheasants and rice, he took me hunting in the mountains. He didn't care about these things."

"You're being too kind."

Aunt Sun was surprised to see that the arms supporting her seemed stronger than those of her husband, who had mastered the art of skin-strengthening.

She couldn't understand how Zhou Chen, who had been sickly not long ago, had suddenly transformed into someone like Chen Zhige, the young master who distributed porridge at the market that day.

In the future, it seems that the Zhou family's son will truly become a big shot in the county.

"Okay, okay, okay." Aunt Sun pulled Xiao Hua and Xiao Hu, who were frightened by the tax official's whip, and bowed. "If you need anything in the future, just tell my old Sun."

"And the silver, I'll see if I can hunt a big one these days and pay you back as soon as possible."

Zhou Chen did not refuse, and waved his hand to Uncle Sun, "No rush, no rush."

He knew in his heart that if he told a man like Uncle Sun that he didn't have to pay back the money, the pressure would only be greater.

Who knows, I might just venture into the core area of ​​Yunsong Mountain and take a gamble, hoping to pay off my debts as soon as possible.

Some people remember the kindness shown to them and think about repaying it every day.

Some people, after receiving kindness, turn out to be ungrateful.

After Uncle Sun and his family of four returned to their house, Zhou Chen immediately carried the Dragon Blood Bow into the mountains.

With the money he has saved up, after paying the tuition to the martial arts school, there won't be much left.

But since he was going to practice martial arts at a martial arts school in the county town, he would have to spend money on food, clothing, lodging and transportation, so he naturally had to save up more.

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At dusk, Zhou Chen carried a deer-like monster with a brownish-yellow coat and antlers on its forehead down the mountain.

On the way back, I passed by the village entrance and noticed that one of the farmers who usually took a break was missing.

The men's words no longer carried the same ease as before; instead, they revealed a hint of worry.

"Do you think Old Yang will ever come back?"

"His wife was already in poor health, and she had to raise a child. Now that he's gone, how will she survive?"

After a long silence, a weathered-looking man rummaged in his pocket for a while before pulling out a few stalks of tobacco and stuffing them into his pipe.

"You young people, you grew up in the village, when have you ever seen anyone who was taken to repair the canal come back?"

He took a puff of the newly lit pipe, exhaled layers of smoke rings, and then handed the pipe to someone else.

As Zhou Chen walked past the village entrance, his steps became heavier.

Perhaps, having transmigrated here without any interface assistance, I'm currently being escorted to repair the canal.

"Still too weak."

"Today there are exorbitant taxes and levies, tomorrow there will be wicked people lurking, and the day after tomorrow there may be war and banditry."

"Only by becoming stronger can one grasp the truth."

"Or perhaps, the strong are the only truth."

Zhou Chen took another step, his determination unwavering.

Back home, Zhou Chen simply roasted the monster meat he had hunted and ate it. Then, he set up the Zhenyue Stake in the courtyard.

The energy contained in a piece of monster meat is several times higher than that in ordinary wild animal meat.

Since discovering this, Zhou Chen has rarely eaten ordinary meat.

Eating more meat will prolong the eating time and increase the frequency of defecation.

He can't afford to waste his time now.

[Energy accumulated. Enter the old world?]

As the moon reached its zenith, Zhou Chen dispelled the imposing stance of the Zhenyue Stake, his spirits high.

After mastering the Zhenyue Stance, the longer he stood, the less his body felt sore or numb, and his spirit was incredibly full. He hadn't slept for a long time.

"Enter."

White mist appeared, rolling in and receding like a tide.

Zhou Chen opened his eyes and found himself still in the Xuanbing Martial Arts Hall.

He skillfully pushed open the martial arts school door, activated his telepathic abilities, and sped off toward the relic he had sensed when he left last time.

After defeating the monstrous, black-skinned plague-ridden figure in the martial arts school, no new "save points" were found in the old world during the subsequent days of exploration.

The relics in this area have already been mostly found, so to discover new relics, one would have to go much further.

This means that traveling will take a lot of time.

Just as Zhou Chen was sprinting at top speed, a distant shout reached his ears once again.

"I carry all the goods; the universe is my cargo hold."

"If a customer has any request, the peddler will certainly fulfill it."

Hearing the shout, Zhou Chen slowed his pace.

He had heard such shouts several times in the old world over the past few days.

But whenever he followed the sound, he often found no signs of life.

But today, without him having to actively seek it out, the lively sound of the rattle drum is getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a thin figure carrying a load on a shoulder pole appeared in the middle of the street and swayed as he approached Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen stared at the figure walking towards him, his brows furrowing.

Even with his enhanced perception through telepathy, he didn't notice this person appear at all.

He activated his supernatural powers and focused his mind to probe ahead, but received no unusual feedback.

But this person was clearly standing right in front of him, and was walking towards him step by step.

"Sir, would you like to buy something from me?"

Zhou Chen sized up the ordinary-looking figure in front of him, who showed no signs of disease infection.

But ironically, in this world where only he, an outsider and a freak of the plague, exists.

The absence of any abnormality is the biggest abnormality.

He replied in a deep voice, "What kind of goods?"

Upon hearing the words, the peddler's deathly gray eyes brightened.

He quickly unloaded the load from his shoulder, opened the cargo box, and various colored lights lit up the street, like neon lights.

Zhou Chen was surprised. He had thought that even if there were goods in the peddler's box, they would have turned to ashes like the idols he had seen before.