Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

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Following the scent, we continued walking, but there was no longer a clear path ahead.

Most of the roads in Yunsong Mountain were trodden out by hunters as they went into the mountains to hunt every day.

Zhou Chen is now located deep within the Cloud Pine Mountain, where there is no trace of human activity.

"Could it be that I've followed the wrong direction?"

Just as Zhou Chen was beginning to suspect that his spiritual abilities had been misled, a flood of scents—blood, decay, fear, resentment—rushed into his mind like a burst dam.

Zhou Chen immediately stopped, not daring to relax for a moment. He stood behind a tree, moving his body up and down to move every part of his body.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he slowly opened his eyes. His body, which had been running continuously for more than an hour, had recovered to about 70-80%.

After recovering, he squatted on the ground and dug through the incredibly thick layer of humus, revealing a pale skull without any flesh or skin underneath.

Beside the skull, fragments of bone were buried deep, clearly indicating a complete corpse.

Zhou Chen took a deep breath, expanding the coverage of his spiritual tracking ability to its maximum. Several streaks of blood energy, about the size of candle flames, emanated from not far away, their strength roughly at the Skin Refining level.

Deeper still, where the auras of Uncle Sun and Li Xiong ultimately resided, were two Bone Forging Realm martial artists with blood and energy as vigorous as furnaces.

He casually picked up a few vines and wrapped them around the leaves to disguise himself, then tiptoed closer until he saw a figure in the distance before stopping.

The presence of Uncle Sun and Li Xiong was still lingering, while several figures patrolled back and forth along a fixed route in the distance, leaving no blind spots.

Zhou Chen frowned, realizing the situation was extremely troublesome.

He had not practiced assassination or infiltration skills, so killing all the patrolling men on the perimeter without making a sound would not be easy.

If we disturb this group of people of unknown origin before we even meet Uncle Sun, it might be detrimental to Uncle Sun.

Just as Zhou Chen was in a dilemma, the sound of conversation suddenly came from afar.

"I'm going to the restroom, can you keep an eye on things for me?"

"That's not good. If the boss finds out we've let our guard down, he'll fine us again."

"This desolate wilderness is so remote that you can't even see a bird. There's no need to be on guard. Those hunters outside wouldn't dare to set foot here." The speaker waved his hand impatiently, then quickly ran to a large tree and loosened his belt.

After a while, he shook himself, stretched his muscles and bones and returned to his patrol post.

"Look, not even a fly can fly over here in a short while."

At that moment, Zhou Chen heard the voices behind him and a smile appeared on his lips.

Where flies cannot fly, bone-forging warriors may not be able to.

Beyond the outermost patrol post, this mysterious area was no longer heavily guarded.

Perhaps even their leader thought that in this godforsaken place with its bad reputation, no one would set foot here.

"As expected, this world is just a huge makeshift operation, with even forces that use humans as sacrifices acting so casually."

Using his telepathic abilities, Zhou Chen carefully avoided several hidden sentry posts, and a strong smell of blood reached his nose.

Zhou Chen carefully climbed up a large tree and looked down into the distance.

An extremely spacious open space appeared in the core area of ​​Yunsong Mountain, which should have been covered with giant trees as thick as several people's waists.

On the open ground stood a nine-tiered altar, entirely blood-red, surrounded by banners painted with various talismans.

The wind blew, making a rustling sound.

Beneath the altar, several strong, naked men and a few mountain monsters were bound together.

"In another quarter of an hour, the ceremony will begin. Once the Myriad Spirit Powder is refined, your brother will become a martial artist in one fell swoop, without any future troubles."

"Alright, the ceremony is complete. Just give me my share, and we'll be even."

Beside the altar, Li Xiong was talking to a man in black robes.

"Hehehe, if you ask me, instead of becoming an inner disciple at that damned Iron Stone Martial Arts School, you should come to my sect."

"Putting everything else aside, with your talent and the resources I've provided, you'll definitely break through to the inner strength stage within six months." The man in black robes smiled.

Li Xiong's eyes flickered as he looked at the inhuman green eyes glowing inside the hood in front of him. "I don't want to live like you, a rat in the gutter all day long."

The man in black robes was not angered by Li Xiong's mocking words. Instead, he chuckled maliciously, "Hehe, even if we are rats, we are top-notch rats."

Seeing that it was getting late, he waved his sleeves, stepped onto the altar, picked up a magic sword made of locust wood, and chanted incantations.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the already sunless mountains, making them even colder.

Li Hui tightened his clothes and walked to his elder brother's side.

"Brother, this place looks a bit eerie to me."

"Maybe we should go back, so we don't cause any trouble," he said, shivering.

Li Xiong glanced at the trembling Li Hui and felt helpless.

If his parents hadn't begged him to help his younger brother before they died, he would have stopped paying attention to them long ago.

Li Xiong, who entered the mountains to hunt at the age of twelve, mastered the basics of martial arts within two years by training his body without any prior training methods.

He then saved up a few taels of silver and joined the Iron Stone Martial Arts School, where he learned the Iron Armor Skill. Now, eight years later, despite the shortage of cultivation resources, he is almost at the peak of his Bone Forging Skill.

He firmly believed that if he had the cultivation resources of those aristocratic disciples in the martial arts school, and took precious medicines and applied ointments every day, he would definitely be able to master the Bone Forging Technique before the age of eighteen.

He's a genius, how could he have such a stupid and cowardly younger brother?

"After I use the Myriad Spirit Powder to help you cross the threshold of martial arts today, you will reside permanently in the county town." Li Xiong's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Before that, I will kill Zhou Chen for you."

Li Hui was overjoyed to receive Li Xiong's promise. He no longer felt that the place was gloomy and his spirits were lifted.

Zhou Chen was covered in leaves, as if he were part of a tree trunk.

He overheard the conversation at the altar below, and his gaze turned cold.

These two Li brothers have tried to kill me time and time again. Do they really think I'm someone they can control?

His gaze swept across the offerings beneath the altar, and he instantly spotted Uncle Sun.

At this moment, he was completely naked and tightly bound by hemp ropes, unable to break free even with his skin-refining level of strength.

"It's good that you're still alive." Zhou Chen felt relieved.

The next moment, the black-robed man on the altar had finished refining the locust wood magic sword and inserted it into the ancient bronze cauldron in front of the altar.

With a "hum," the ancient bronze cauldron trembled, and tiny specks of dust were released from it.

"The auspicious time has arrived, the ceremony is about to begin, all irrelevant persons shall withdraw."

The man in the black robe suddenly removed his hood, revealing an old face covered in scars, his hair disheveled, looking like a madman.

Upon hearing this, the black-robed warriors standing beside the surrounding banners hurriedly retreated, fearing that if they were too slow, they would be thrown into the altar as sacrifices.

The man in black robes was about to set up the spirit-summoning ritual of the Wusheng Sect, which required six people and six beasts as sacrifices to be performed.

Once the ceremony is complete, it will either refine the Myriad Spirit Powder, which can turn ordinary people into martial artists, or allow the man in black robes to directly receive the empowerment of the Eternal Mother, thus entering the Inner Strength Realm in one fell swoop.

When it comes to his own cultivation, he certainly cannot afford to make the slightest mistake.