Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"You..." Feng Biao opened his mouth, but the sharp pain in his chest and groin made it difficult for him to speak.

With the most threatening enemy killed, Zhou Chen's eyes lit up as he turned to look at the scarred man whose Achilles tendons had been severed.

"Spare...spare me..." The scarred man's eyes were filled with fear as he dragged his injured leg backward.

"Our chieftain is a master of the Inner Strength Realm, and he has powerful families from the county behind him. Please don't kill me!"

"A powerful family?" Zhou Chen's gaze turned cold as the figures of the tax official surnamed Li and the shopkeeper who was using the name of the young master of the Zhao family to force people to buy and sell appeared in the background.

"Which one?" he asked.

"Yes..." The scarred man hesitated for a moment, then, seeing Zhou Chen's unfriendly gaze, he exclaimed, "It's the Zhao family."

"That's right, it's the Zhao family."

Looking at the scarred man who was already somewhat confused, Zhou Chen shook his head and stepped forward.

"The eleventh!"

The night was as dark as ink, soaking the entire dense forest. Moonlight occasionally peeked through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating the ravines where blood had flowed.

After killing the entire cavalry, Zhou Chen's anger suddenly dissipated.

[God +0.1]

【God: 1.6】

A pure spiritual power slowly flowed into my mind, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain.

Zhou Chen discovered that the coverage area of ​​his telepathic abilities had quietly expanded.

He slightly parted his feet, set up the Zhenyue Pillar, and the churning blood and qi in his body gradually calmed down.

The wound on his waist and ribs had stopped bleeding and healed thanks to his well-developed physique.

After a while, Zhou Chen exhaled a breath of air, his mind clear and his eyes bright.

"The feeling of killing is ultimately different from killing the plague monster," he murmured.

Immediately afterwards, he began to clean up the battlefield.

To prevent Black Wind Stronghold from suspecting the surrounding villages, the bandits' corpses could not be disposed of properly, and all the money and grain they had looted had to be hidden.

Only by creating a scenario where gangsters prey on each other can the village be protected to the greatest extent possible.

Soon, Zhou Chen dug a large pit under a big tree and hid all the packages carried by the horses inside.

Only then did they carefully search Feng Biao and the others.

After searching several corpses, Zhou Chen only managed to find two taels of silver, and his expression showed some disappointment.

That's all. Maybe someone will find some of the hidden items in Cangsong Village.

These bandits lived a life of constant danger and mostly lived for the moment, so even if they had money, they wouldn't carry it with them.

Finally, he also dug a pit and buried the weapons that the bandits carried, so that he could take them out and sell them for supplies after things calmed down.

By the time Zhou Chen finished his work, the moonlight was fading, and a pale white tinge appeared on the horizon.

"It's time to go back."

He flashed and ran towards Cangsong Village at the end of the fork in the road.

By the time Zhou Chen reached the village entrance, dawn had broken, but he never heard the rooster crow again.

Normally, the chimneys, which should be filled with smoke from cooking fires, are completely silent, and through the open doors of every house, one can only see a mess.

Tread!

As Zhou Chen walked along the road, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he stepped into a house.

In the courtyard, a dark-skinned man lay on his back, his eyes wide open, holding a bag of medicinal herbs, his bones broken inch by inch.

Beside the stone mill near him, a ragged woman leaned against it, a large hole in her forehead, already dead.

"San Shunzi?" Zhou Chen's expression darkened, and the slight guilt he felt for killing eleven people completely vanished.

He didn't kill people, he killed eleven complete beasts.

He tore off an old garment and covered the woman with it, then closed San Shunzi's eyes. Zhou Chen's steps were heavy.

When will the next batch of offerings arrive?

"The incense master is urging us on; you'd better hurry." A sharp, hoarse voice came from inside a house.

Zhou Chen looked up at the conspicuous vermilion gate, which was the Li family's residence in the village.

Li Xiong was a master of the Bone Forging Realm. Even the Black Wind Stronghold dared not offend him too much, and they would not break into the Li family during their raids.

"Sacrifice?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Chen's mind stirred, and he activated his spiritual tracking ability, covering the entire courtyard.

"Urgent! Urgent! Urgent! All you ever do is rush!" Li Xiong's somewhat annoyed voice rang out. "Wasn't that Bone Forging Realm cultivator I sent you last time enough?"

Despite being scolded by Li Xiong, she showed no anger, after all, the demand for offerings had increased these days.

"The ceremony has reached a crucial moment. When it is completed, we will have performed a great service. At that time, your good-for-nothing brother will get the Myriad Spirit Powder and be able to cultivate."

When the man mentioned Li Hui, Li Xiong's voice calmed down slightly, and he said helplessly, "These days, Old Sun in the village and that boy from the Zhou family have been showing some rebellious signs."

"After I recover from my injuries in a few days, I'll take these two people to you."

"Good!" the shrill voice exclaimed, clapping her hands in praise. "You're ruthless! This way, the Zhou family line will end."

"However, it's Zhou Dongrong's own fault for repeatedly ruining our plans."

Zhou Chen stood outside the Li family's residence, his hands clenched tightly, his fingers turning white.

"He really did kill my father, and now he's even trying to kill me and Uncle Sun."

A moment later, Zhou Chen walked into the courtyard with the gate wide open.

The courtyard was in a mess. The monster meat hidden in the well had been completely eaten, leaving only a pile of bones and an empty wine jar.

After tidying himself up casually, Zhou Chen began his daily cultivation routine as the sun rose.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Xiao Chen, are you there?"

The door opened, and Uncle Sun walked in carrying the monster corpses he had left behind in the back mountain.

He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Zhou Chen was unharmed.

"When I woke up this morning and you weren't there, I was terrified that you had gone to fight those bandits."

Zhou Chen scratched his head and said, "I couldn't sleep last night, so I was thinking of seeing if I could catch a rabbit. It would be better than just staring blankly at the ground."

He took the monster's corpse, cut off its two hind legs with a dagger, started a fire on the spot, and pulled Uncle Sun to eat with him.

Uncle Sun didn't refuse. He hadn't paid back the annual tax yet, so he wouldn't mind having a meal of meat.

He helped Zhou Chen arrange the meat, and said in a low voice, "San Shunzi and his wife died in their own yard."

"These damned people, they killed a perfectly healthy person like a pig or a dog."

Zhou Chen's face was gloomy, and he remained silent.

"Xiao Chen, yesterday I saw you were ready to fight those bandits to the death. Listen to Uncle Sun, don't be reckless."

"Uncle, I know what's what. A dozen or so vicious bandits are no match for me." Zhou Chen's eyes were calm as he focused on roasting the meat.

Just then, the sound of a gong suddenly came from outside, followed by the excited shouts of Qin Huo, the village chief's son.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"Those bandits were killed by a powerful passing warrior!"

Uncle Sun, who was grilling meat, suddenly trembled, his face lit up with joy, "This is truly great news! I wonder which powerful figure was able to kill more than ten bandits in one go."

"Perhaps it was a powerful family in the county who couldn't tolerate them bullying the people and took action."

"What a chivalrous man!"

Hearing Uncle Sun's praise, Zhou Chen felt pleased and his face lit up with joy. "Yes, I wonder which powerful expert is passing by."

After the two finished eating the beast meat, Zhou Chen specially saved some for Uncle Sun to take home.

Until Uncle Sun left, he was still praising the strongman who had killed an entire band of bandits, and even fantasized that the strongman would take his children as his disciples.