Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Inside the Dali Forging Workshop, streams of heat emanate from the forging chambers, keeping the space warm even in the dead of winter.

Wang Erniu's mind raced, and he immediately pressed down on Zhou Chen's hand that was handing over the silver.

He picked up the red flower from the table and pushed it toward Zhou Chen.

"It's yours."

There was a moment of silence in the forge, and the shop assistant opened his mouth.

He knew very well the origin of this Crimson Flower Bow. It was made by the young master using a lot of materials. The cost alone was six or seven taels of silver. After factoring in the labor, he didn't make much money at all.

Giving it away would be a real loss.

Zhou Chen looked at the Crimson Flower Bow that was handed to him and reached out to block it.

Why?

"Wang Erniu, the young master of the forging workshop, just consider him a friend."

He took a half step closer and lowered his voice, "I forged this bow myself, so naturally I hope it finds a good master. You are worthy of it."

"Or, you could say I'm trying to use ten taels of silver to buy a chance to curry favor with someone powerful in the future?"

Wang Erniu made no attempt to conceal his true intentions.

"Is he trying to invest in himself?" Zhou Chen's eyes flickered.

But what is the reason?

Since his transmigration, he has been diligently cultivating day and night. Although his physical aptitude was exceptionally poor, he managed to reach the Bone Forging Realm with his extraordinary wisdom and the slight assistance of the panel.

But the young master of Dali Forging Workshop was unaware of his own cultivation time; he had only been here twice.

Could it be that breaking through from physical training to bone forging in just ten days is already considered a remarkable talent?

Because he had never formally studied martial arts at a martial arts school, Zhou Chen's knowledge of martial arts was mostly based on what he heard from Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun himself was a martial artist who had honed his physical body day and night to reach the Skin Refining stage, so naturally he didn't know how fast or slow Zhou Chen's cultivation was.

Moreover, Li Xiong from Cangsong Village, who is only in his early twenties, has already broken through to the Bone Forging Realm.

Zhou Chen's cultivation speed was only a few years faster than his.

"Could it be that Li Xiong is also a cultivation genius?" he wondered to himself, his eyes darting back and forth between Chi Hua Gong and Wang Er Niu.

Currently, most of his strength lies in his mastery level of archery. If he could obtain the Crimson Flower Bow, his strength would be greatly enhanced.

"Take it or leave it, make it quick." The clanging of hammers echoed from the forge, like the ticking of a clock.

"In all things, life and death are of utmost importance. Compared to one's own life, one should repay the kindness received from others in the future." Zhou Chen remembered that there was still a great problem in the village that had not been eliminated, and he could not afford to be sentimental.

He accepted the Crimson Bow with both hands, bowed respectfully, took out all the silver from his pocket and placed it on the table, then turned and left.

The shop assistant leaned closer, looking at the money bag on the counter. "Young master, this..."

Wang Erniu put away the money bag, watched Zhou Chen's figure disappear outside the door, and smiled.

"I hope to give Dad and my older brother a surprise in the future."

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As the sun reached its zenith, Zhou Chen, carrying the Crimson Bow on his back, walked into the village entrance.

Before even entering the house, they saw Sun Xiaohua standing outside, banging on the door.

"Little Flower, what's wrong?"

It was midday, and most of the able-bodied people were out working, some hunting, some farming, leaving only women and children in the village to take care of their families.

If it weren't for a dire situation, I wouldn't be banging on the door and calling for him at this moment.

When Xiao Hua heard Zhou Chen's voice coming from behind her, she suddenly turned around and pounced on him.

Zhou Chen hugged her tightly. Her eyes were red from crying, and her two small, tender hands were swollen.

"Brother Zhou...please...please save my father quickly," she sobbed.

"Uncle Sun, what's wrong with him!" Upon hearing this, Zhou Chen, carrying Xiao Hua, turned around and headed towards the Zhou family residence.

"This morning, a man in black broke into my house. My mother was slapped by him and fainted." Xiao Hua nestled in Zhou Chen's arms, seemingly affected by Zhou Chen's presence, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

"My dad exchanged a punch with that guy, and his hand swelled up really badly. Then I passed out."

When I woke up, my father was gone.

Zhou Chen took a step and covered the distance that usually took him half an hour in an instant.

The gate of the Sun family courtyard came into view, and the low cries of a young child could be heard from inside.

"Little Tiger!" Sun Xiaohua jumped down from Zhou Chen's arms and ran quickly to Sun Xiaohu, who was wailing loudly.

Beside the two of them was Aunt Sun, who was covered with a patched quilt.

Zhou Chen walked over and checked Aunt Sun's breathing; she was fine.

The next moment, his telepathic abilities were fully unleashed.

All sorts of scents from the Sun family courtyard flooded into my mind.

The most concentrated aura, which was not present, belonged to Uncle Sun.

He was already very familiar with the place when he went hunting in the mountains with Uncle Sun.

In addition, another aura was tightly intertwined with it.

"It's Li Xiong!" Zhou Chen's eyes flashed.

The man in black who broke in at dawn was able to break Uncle Sun's arm with a single punch, so his strength must be far superior to Uncle Sun's.

In the village, only Li Xiong possesses such strength.

Recalling the quarrel he overheard outside the Li family mansion yesterday, Zhou Chen felt a pang of regret for not telling Uncle Sun about it.

If they had told us in advance, at least we could have been prepared.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohu, take good care of Aunt Sun. I'm going to find your father."

Having said that, Zhou Chen leaped over the wall and followed the scent.

"Sister, can Brother Zhou bring Father back?"

"Daddy said that Brother Zhou is much better than him now, he can definitely do it." Sun Xiaohua reached out and wiped the snot bubbles off Xiaohu's face, comforting him like a little adult.

After searching for a while, the vermilion gate of the Li family mansion came into view.

According to the psychic abilities, the mansion was completely empty.

Zhou Chen gripped the Crimson Bow and scaled the wall of the Li family compound to enter.

In the spacious training ground stood several ironwood dummy stands, with various weapons arranged on both sides, somewhat similar to the furnishings of the Xuanbing Martial Arts Hall he had seen in the old world.

Upon arriving at this place, several wisps of energy mingled within the space, one of which bore a striking resemblance to the person who had conspired with Li Xiong that day.

The word "sacrifice" flashed through my mind like a fleeting glimpse.

He broke through the stone bricks on the ground and rushed out of the house.

When the Zhenyue Stance is cultivated to the minor completion stage, the body enters the bone forging level, and all 206 bones in the body are being tempered by qi and blood. The speed of the full burst is like that of a galloping horse.

Zhou Chen moved with lightning speed, leaving a deep pit in the ground with each step.

Before long, he rushed out of the village and his aura went straight into the Cloud Pine Mountain.

"In the mountains?"

Zhou Chen exerted his strength again, his spine cracking and popping, his center of gravity sinking, making him resemble a lone wolf chasing its prey in the wild, rushing into the mountains with its breath in its mouth.

After running at full speed for half an hour, they had already crossed the boundary between the inner and outer mountains, but the aura was still deeper inside.

Whenever he got tired from running, he would stop and strike a pose resembling a Zhenyue stake.

A stronger, more concentrated earthy energy than in the village permeated the soles of my feet, nourishing my slightly sore legs.

Once one reaches the Inner Strength Realm, one's blood and energy flow from the outside in, tempering the tendons, internal organs, and bone marrow throughout the body, resulting in extremely long endurance. Running at full speed for half an hour is nothing at all.

Zhou Chen looked up at the sky. The sun was rising and setting, and in two more hours it would be night.