Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"What's outside the city walls?" Zhou Chen wondered, gazing at the towering walls.

After searching for a long time inside the city wall, Zhou Chen finally found the stairs to the city tower in a cramped corner.

Tread!

Inside the city gate tower, the crystals embedded in the walls were already damaged, and there was no light at all.

Relying on the senses transmitted by his spiritual tracking ability, Zhou Chen climbed the steps and finally reached the top after walking nearly a hundred steps.

A sliver of hazy light shone down from the crack in the door ahead.

This is the color of the sun high in the old world's sky, as if it were covered by a thick veil.

Zhou Chen pressed his hands against the heavy door and slowly exerted force.

The door opened and closed with a creaking sound, and thick clouds of dust drifted out.

The moment he saw the scene outside the city, his breath caught in his throat.

Before climbing the tower, he had imagined countless scenes outside the city, but he could not have foreseen the sight before him.

Outside the city walls, countless plague-ridden monsters stood silently, like a withered forest.

They stretched to the horizon, merging with the gray light on the sky, seemingly endless.

Strangely, the plague-ridden monsters below the city gate did not rush towards the gate of Guanxian, but instead faced away from the gate and towards the horizon.

Zhou Chen's gaze swept over the nearest rows of people. The robes worn by these plague monsters were all of the same style, with broken iron plates hanging on them like armor.

Many people stood upright, their right hands in a stiff gripping position, with black fingernails protruding from their fingertips.

Zhou Chen's spiritual tracking ability covered the area, and the deep, pure, deathly aura was like a sea of ​​death.

Among them, the scents of countless relics flooded into his mind.

"So many relics! There are relics for breaking through realms, relics for the Three Treasures, and even more than ten relics for supernatural powers!" He swallowed hard, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes.

But upon seeing the vast ocean of plague-ridden monsters outside the city, the burning passion in his heart was instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

"I wonder what level of strength is needed to leave the city?" Zhou Chen thought to himself. At least, internal strength alone wouldn't suffice.

Suddenly, in the "sea of ​​people" outside the city, he saw a strange, plague-ridden man with an unusually tall stature and a dark red fleshy growth on his neck.

The strange man's face was mostly rotten, with one eyeball drooping down, but the remaining eyeball seemed to glance at this place.

There was no emotion, no threat, only a cold gaze.

Hurry up!

Zhou Chen's muscles tensed instantly as he looked up at a flagpole atop the city wall.

The special aura sensed by psychic abilities emanated from this object.

With a push of his feet, he leaped more than ten feet into the air, his five fingers curled into claws and pierced the wall of the city tower, climbing all the way to the top.

A flagpole, about five feet long, entirely black and covered in rust, was stuck upstairs.

The flag hanging at the top had long since disappeared.

Zhou Chen reached out and grabbed it, only to find that the flagpole was uneven and a bit rough to the touch.

When I applied too much force, the rust on the surface peeled off and flew everywhere, and my palm was rubbed raw and sore.

He glanced at the flagpole beside him, which seemed unremarkable, and looked surprised.

With his current strength, lifting a weight of five or six hundred pounds with one arm would be a piece of cake, so it's surprising that this ordinary flagpole is so heavy.

The next moment, he gripped the bottom of the flagpole, his arm muscles bulging like pythons, and suddenly exerted force.

Click click...

The rooftop bricks were trampled to pieces, but the flagpole remained unmoved.

At that moment, a string of small, crimson-gold bells suddenly appeared in Zhou Chen's eyes, emitting strange fluctuations.

The flagpole suddenly swayed slightly, and Zhou Chen pulled it out.

Zhou Chen examined the six-foot-long staff in front of him, but couldn't see anything strange about it, and the panel didn't emit any prompts.

He glanced at the densely packed plague monsters outside the city walls and the terrifyingly tall monster in the distance, and frowned.

The tall, plague-ridden monster in the distance seemed to have changed its posture slightly; its previously tilted body straightened up.

"Hopefully, I was just seeing things."

Zhou Chen estimated the time in his mind. He would soon return to the real world, and the closest relics to this place, apart from those outside the city walls, were all quite far away.

He decided not to continue searching and instead began to ponder the rusty long stick in his hand.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

He gripped the long stick, twirled it, and made a whooshing sound.

Unlike the weapons and tools he had found in the old world, the long staff remained undamaged even after Zhou Chen wielded it for a long time and slammed it on the ground several times.

In the past, it would have been pulverized long ago.

Perhaps this long staff could serve as a weapon for him in the old world?

As Zhou Chen pondered, white mist surged in.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the soft bed in the inn.

The guest room was small and the floor was thin. Zhou Chen gave up his thoughts of practicing stances and archery and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he got up very early, had a simple meal at the inn, and set off early towards the south of the city.

Yesterday, after hearing the teahouse waiter introduce various martial arts schools, Zhou Chen was already preparing to go to the martial arts school in the north of the city to become an apprentice.

But last night he obtained a long, durable staff in the old world, which he could use as a weapon.

Thus, the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School, which was proficient in staff techniques, became his first choice.

According to the shopkeeper, the disciples of the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School come from diverse backgrounds. Some are scions of noble families who want to learn a few skills of martial arts in the county, while others are poor people who work in the school to pay for their tuition. It can be said that the school teaches without discrimination.

For ordinary disciples, it costs ten taels of silver per month to become an apprentice. In addition to teaching martial arts, the martial arts school also gives outer disciples a bowl of blood-nourishing soup every day.

I heard that the Blood Nourishing Soup is a recipe from a famous alchemist in the county. Even ordinary people who take it day and night can accumulate enough to prolong their lives.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhou Chen walked through several streets and alleys, and could already hear the shouts of people practicing their fists and feet.

Before your eyes, the four large characters "Red Flame Martial Arts School" are engraved on the signboard above the entrance. The characters are bold and freehand, like a flowing flame.

"What are you doing here?" A woman dressed in a crimson robe walked out of the door, her gaze lingering on Zhou Chen's face for a few moments before she slowly spoke.

"I've heard that the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School is among the strongest in the city. I'd like to become their disciple and learn a martial art to protect myself," Zhou Chen replied with a smile.

The woman in red nodded, gesturing for Zhou Chen to follow her inside.

Zhou Chen followed behind, and seeing the woman walking in front of him with her shapely figure, he quickly lowered his gaze.

After taking a few steps and crossing another threshold, the woman smiled gently and said, "You do know your manners. Come in."

Zhou Chen then looked up and saw dozens of disciples dressed in gray robes standing in rows in the spacious training ground, practicing their moves meticulously.

At the edge of the training ground, several disciples in blue robes patrolled the area. When they saw a disciple making a mistake in their moves, they offered their corrections.

Some of the more hot-tempered individuals raised their hands and kicked, and the disciples in the arena dared not utter a sound.

"Senior Sister Yi."

"Hello, Senior Sister Yi!"

The woman in red led Zhou Chen to the back without saying a word and walked into the hall, while the disciples in blue robes along the way greeted her repeatedly.