Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Knock knock knock...

On the path leading to Cangsong Village, a horse caravan of about ten people galloped by.

"Boss, why are we going down the mountain again today? Didn't we just come here a while ago?" Xiong Yi looked at the leader of the horse team with some doubt.

Although Xiong Yi had never been to school and did not understand the principle of sustainable exploitation, he did not understand the concept of draining the pond to catch all the fish.

But he had experience growing crops.

After the crops are harvested, seeds are saved and seedlings are raised for the next harvest. Why do we have to go down the mountain again today?

Upon hearing this, Feng Biao couldn't help but spit and curse, "Damn it, I haven't even gotten over the woman I snatched from you a while ago, and the Third Boss dragged me out."

"I heard that a caravan traveling from the city to the county seat was robbed, and they want our leader to help them out."

"Boss, our stronghold is well-equipped and has many people at the Bone Forging Realm. Some of our leaders are even big shots at the Inner Strength Realm. Do we need to listen to those damned aristocratic families?" Another man rode up to Feng Biao's side and said angrily.

Upon hearing his subordinate's words, Feng Biao's expression changed drastically. "What do you know?!"

"Do you really think you can live peacefully here for over a decade with just a few leaders and us lackeys?"

"Take that county government office for example, there are several people at the Enlightenment Realm who are even stronger than the Inner Strong Martial Masters. If they really wanted to wipe us out, it would only take them a snap of their fingers."

He glared at the man, and seeing that he dared not reply, he cracked his whip.

"Men, tonight we'll take Cangsong Village and then rest."

More than ten riders behind him responded in unison and spurred their horses toward Cangsong Village.

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Inside Cangsong Village.

Moonlight spilled onto the ground, casting trails of constantly moving shadows.

The village, which was usually as quiet as a chicken coop, was now bustling with noise.

"Child, hurry!"

"Honey, stop tidying up. As long as you're alive, you'll have everything you need."

Zhou Chen put the monster meat he had reserved for himself into a bucket and sank it into the deep well.

He immediately grabbed the Dragon Blood Bow, carried the monster he had hunted during the day, and headed towards the back of the mountain.

Uncle Sun and his family of four stayed close by, always ready to take care of them.

"Uncle Sun, Black Wind Stronghold came here not long ago, why are they here again today?" Zhou Chen wondered.

After the original owner's father disappeared, he left behind a lot of food and money, enough for the original owner to get through this winter.

But soon after, the bandits from Black Wind Stronghold entered the village.

The original owner was already weak, and apart from money and food, she only carried a bow and arrow for self-defense.

Even so, while hiding from the Black Wind Stronghold bandits in the back mountains, the silver still disappeared without a trace.

Overwhelmed by depression, the original owner of this body fell seriously ill, which led to his transmigration.

If Li Xiong is most likely the murderer who killed the original owner's father, then the Black Wind Stronghold is also closely related to the original owner's death.

"Logically speaking, they only come once a year and don't come down the mountain to plunder the rest of the time." Uncle Sun shook his head, also puzzled.

Zhou Chen leaped over several people and headed straight for the back mountain.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the direction of Cangsong Village behind them.

With the aid of his psychic powers, Zhou Chen looked back and saw the village gate, which had been sealed off before the villagers fled, collapse with a deafening roar.

More than ten figures rode in on horseback, each one burly and strong, at least beginner-level martial artists.

Upon entering the village, more than ten riders scattered and rushed into the houses to search extensively.

After a while, Zhou Chen and Uncle Sun and the others climbed to an open woodland on the back mountain. The village in the distance had already disappeared into the night.

"We're safe now." Uncle Sun put Xiaohua and Xiaohu down and leaned against a tree, panting.

Around the woods, many martial artists at the Skin Refining level were resting with their families in twos and threes.

Behind them, many ordinary families were still struggling to climb.

Some, exhausted, could only squat at the foot of the mountain, panting greedily.

"Xiao Chen, go to sleep."

"The bandits of Black Wind Stronghold usually only plunder in the village and do not search the mountains."

"We'll go back tomorrow after tonight," Uncle Sun said wearily.

Zhou Chen leaned against the tree and nodded, but his heart was filled with raging anger.

That was the resentment left behind by the original owner before his death, resentment towards the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold.

"Eleven people, five of whom are skilled in flesh-based techniques, two of whom have reached the mastery level, and three of whom are just beginning. The other six are skilled in leather-based techniques."

Zhou Chen squinted, assessing the strength of the bandits below, but made no move.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a wail suddenly rang out from not far away.

"My brother hasn't come up yet!"

Has anyone seen my brother?

"San Shunzi! Did you hear that?"

The wailing echoed through the woods behind the mountain, waking the sleeping villagers, but no one uttered a sound of cursing.

Zhou Chen had seen this person a few times in Yunsong Mountain, so he had some impression of him.

San Shunzi was the hunter who cooperated with him in hunting.

"When I went up the mountain, I thought I heard him telling his wife that he was going to get the child's medicine and that he couldn't delay," a villager said. "His wife seemed to have gone with him too."

"To pick up the medicine?!"

"What medicine could be more important than life itself?!"

Although the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold would not hunt down villagers, they would certainly not hold back their strength if someone dared to come near them.

The wailing man spoke with anger, gripping the longbow at his waist.

Seeing his wife cowering beside him, he let go of her hand and bent down to sit.

"My blood has gone cold."

Zhou Chen seemed to hear the man's murmur in his ear, and his emotions became increasingly turbulent.

"Uncle Sun, I think those thieves are at most meat-dregs. Our village isn't without a chance to fight back, so why don't we resist?"

"Resist?" Uncle Sun was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhou Chen, who had become taller and stronger since he started cultivating, as if he had seen an old friend.

"When your father was alive, Black Wind Stronghold was wary of him; all they needed to do was chip in some money as protection money."

"But a few days ago, after your father went missing, Black Wind Village came down from the mountain."

"Everyone wanted Li Xiong to come forward and negotiate, but he just shut his door and wouldn't see anyone," Uncle Sun said angrily.

Zhou Chen understood immediately. Without a strong enough expert to subdue the Black Wind Stronghold team, even if the Flesh Refining Realm cultivator managed to stop the bandits, what would happen next?

Soon, the wailing man fell silent, and soft snoring could be heard from the woods behind the mountain.

No matter how vicious the bandits are, they will leave after tomorrow.

And so, year after year, the villagers were like fish being raised in a pond.

If they are short of food and money, they will cast a net, eat or sell the food, and the animals that are not caught will continue to lay eggs and wait for the next fishing.

Zhou Chen leaned against the tree, his eyes shining, showing no signs of sleepiness.

The last trace of resentment in the original soul burned like fire in Zhou Chen's heart.

The man's cries and the faint sobs that could be heard from the woods behind the mountain were like bundles of firewood, fueling an even more intense fire.

Zhou Chen stood up, assumed the stance of the Zhenyue Pillar, and closed his eyes slightly.

After a while, a flash of lightning streaked across the dark woods.

Tread!

Zhou Chen gripped the Dragon Blood Bow and walked down the mountain step by step.

His blood was still warm.