Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"roar……"

The plague monster, which was looking up at the illusory cauldron, did not see any blood dripping. Its own kind was blasted back and roared from its throat.

It straightened up, grabbed the strange man with the broken spine with one hand, and stuffed him under the illusory cauldron.

Then, another plague-ridden monster who had been waiting nearby also stepped forward.

"Both ends!"

These two plague monsters were clearly stronger than the one from before. In addition, they still retained some of their martial arts skills from when they were alive, and their punches and kicks were very methodical, which immediately increased the pressure on Zhou Chen.

Whenever Zhou Chen blocked one attack and tried to counterattack, the other would always seize the opportunity to attack, forcing Zhou Chen to keep dodging.

Not far away, the blood that had been hanging on the illusory cauldron for so long finally dripped down.

The plague monster with its broken spine opened its mouth and swallowed it, its bones crackling like popping beans, and the broken spine showed signs of healing.

"We need to finish this quickly!" Zhou Chen's eyes hardened as he blocked the attack of a plague monster while simultaneously stepping forward and throwing a punch.

This time, even when another plague monster's five fingers stabbed at him like daggers, Zhou Chen did not stop.

boom!

laugh!

As Zhou Chen blasted the plague monster in front of him away, he was stabbed in the ribs by sharp claws, and an electric-like pain spread throughout his body.

Without pausing for a moment, Zhou Chen pushed off with both feet and instantly rushed to the side of the plague monster that had been blasted away.

He stomped his foot on the ground, aiming straight for the throat.

With a snap, the plague monster, who was about to get up, was decapitated.

A series of popping explosions rang out, and the plague monster's corpse turned to ashes.

[Psychic Tracking Proficiency +20]

[Supernatural Ability: Spirit Tracking (Beginner, 60%)]

At this moment, another drop of crimson blood condensed above the illusory cauldron and dripped into the mouth of the plague monster.

"roar……"

With a crackling sound, the strange man suddenly rose from under the illusory cauldron with the force of a carp leaping out of water, his previously broken spine completely restored under the nourishment of crimson blood.

Hearing the cracking of bones, Zhou Chen's heart remained calm, the pain from the previous stab had subsided.

Tread!

After taking several steps, Zhou Chen got closer to another strange man with the plague.

In an instant, the Zhenyue stance was set up, the waist and hips were lowered, and a punch was suddenly thrown.

The two arms crossed, and the plague monster's arm was bent and broken.

Zhou Chen suppressed the pain, took a quick step to the side, and with a sudden movement, rammed into the plague monster.

The plague monster was struck by immense force, causing it to lose its balance and fly backward.

The next moment, relying on his spiritual perception, Zhou Chen seemed to have eyes behind him and turned around to throw a punch.

boom!

A punch and a palm strike landed on the target simultaneously, followed by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

The plague monster, whose spine had just recovered, was punched, shattering all the bones in his right hand and sending him staggering backward.

When Zhou Chen took a punch, his skin, muscles, and even bones tensed and trembled simultaneously, dissipating most of the force of the punch.

He leaned back slightly and then straightened up.

Although the Zhenyue Stance is just a standing posture exercise, it has given Zhou Chen an extremely solid foundation in his lower body. Only a force several times greater than his could make his lower body unstable.

With a quick retreat and a steady movement, Zhou Chen pushed off with his feet, skimming the ground as he flew towards the plague monster.

Click...

A punch landed squarely on the throat, and the plague monster's head drooped down, his body falling backward.

In that instant, the plague monster that had been blasted away earlier arrived in front of them.

Hearing the fierce wind of a punch behind him, Zhou Chen simply threw himself down and pressed down on the fallen plague monster.

At the same time, he grabbed the other's neck with both hands, rolled several times, like a crocodile strangling its prey, and twisted off the black head of the plague monster.

[Psychic Tracking Proficiency +20]

[Supernatural Ability: Spirit Tracking (Beginner, 80%)]

The information on the panel flashed by, and Zhou Chen smashed the head in his hand towards the last plague monster.

The plague monster's eyes gleamed, and with a single punch, it blasted the head of its fellow creature apart. Without pausing, it strode towards the fallen Zhou Chen.

The old stone bricks inside the dilapidated temple were trampled to pieces, raising clouds of dust.

Just as the plague monster raised its foot again, Zhou Chen braced himself with both hands, spun around, and rolled between its feet.

The next moment, he exerted force with both hands simultaneously, slamming them into the plague monster's only supporting leg.

Click...

The plague monster had one leg blown off, and the other leg, which was hanging in mid-air, immediately tilted to one side, causing the whole person to fall to one side.

Just then, Zhou Chen tensed all his muscles, grabbed the plague monster's severed leg, and scrambled to his feet. He suddenly exerted force, lifted the monster high, and then slammed it to the ground.

boom……

The ground trembled as it crashed down with tremendous force.

A head rolled to Zhou Chen's feet.

[Psychic Tracking Proficiency +20]

[Supernatural Ability: Psychic Tracking (Mastery, 0%)]

Seeing that the three plague monsters had been dealt with, Zhou Chen relaxed completely, breathing heavily, and had no desire to move at all.

He glanced at the information on the panel and saw that his telepathic abilities had been upgraded to mastery, which pleased him greatly.

Although the only function of psychic abilities is to detect traces, it provides a significant boost to both archery and combat skills.

Now that it has been upgraded to mastery, it will likely become even more powerful.

The next moment, strands of golden light entered Zhou Chen's mind.

After a long while, a flash of golden light appeared in Zhou Chen's eyes.

When the psychic abilities are upgraded to the master level, the range of vision for searching relics is doubled.

At the same time, when he focused all his attention on the illusory cauldron not far away, time seemed to slow down.

He was fully aware of every single moment the blood dripped.

"Superb dynamic visuals, similar to bullet time?" Zhou Chen thought to himself.

Just then, the illusory cauldron condensed another drop of blood, which fell onto the altar.

Zhou Chen stepped forward and examined the altar before him. For some reason, the previously blurry patterns on the altar seemed much clearer than when he first saw it.

"The blood generated from this small cauldron can not only enhance the plague monster's strength, but also repair this strange altar?"

As Zhou Chen delved deeper into the old world, not only were the mysteries not solved, but many strange things also emerged.

"Regardless of anything, strength comes first. As long as your fists are strong enough, reason will prevail!"

The next moment, he reached out and grabbed at the three treasure relics on the illusory cauldron.

In an instant, the three treasures were absorbed into the panel.

The three treasure relics, connected to the tendrils that had extended from around the illusory cauldron, were taken away. The tendrils were bewildered for a moment before slowly retracting back into the cauldron.

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In the Great Qian Dynasty, in Xingde County, inside a deep cave.

An old man, draped in a black robe covered with blood-red runes, stood on an altar, chanting incantations, his hair disheveled, and wielding a locust wood magic sword.

Around the altar, a group of fanatical followers of the Unborn Cult knelt down in unison.

"Vacuum Homeland, Unborn Mother!"

"Have mercy on all people, and deliver all sentient beings from suffering!"

After each recitation of the mantra eighty-one times, the strong warriors standing on both sides would carry the human and animal offerings forward and respectfully present them to the altar.

Before the old man in black robes, a Wusheng Ding, similar in form to that of Yang Xiangzhu, stood on the table.

Each time offerings are made, the Wusheng Cauldron vibrates slightly, and a refreshing fragrance emanates from its body.

"The final offering has been successful. The Eternal Mother will bestow the Myriad Spirit Powder, guiding all mortals into the path of martial arts." The old man in black robes looked at the fanatical believers below, a smug smile playing on his lips beneath his hood.