Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

The old world, on the city gate tower.

Zhou Chen's figure shifted from blurry to solid in the dim light.

Outside the city gate, an incomparably pure aura of deathly stillness surged in like a tide, making Zhou Chen's breath catch in his throat.

He raised his hand and grasped the long staff beside him, which was neither gold nor iron and was covered in rust. He assumed the starting stance of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, twirled the staff, and created a rapid whooshing sound.

Before entering the Old World, he had already mastered the basics of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique.

Outside the distant city walls, strange, plague-ridden figures of all shapes and sizes swarmed like crops in a rice paddy.

For some reason, Zhou Chen felt that the towering plague giant in the distance had moved forward a little more.

But then I thought, what a coincidence! I've seen the same action several times.

Zhou Chen stepped down from the city wall and ran towards the nearest marker on the map of Guanxian.

Tread!

The footsteps stopped abruptly.

In the distance, five or six distorted figures gathered together upon hearing footsteps.

"Perfect timing to test my skills on you!" Zhou Chen advanced instead of retreating, his long staff dragging on the ground with a rustling sound.

Within a few steps, Zhou Chen's blood and qi surged forth, like a blazing furnace.

The first strange man lunged forward, his arm outstretched, his long, black fingernails aimed straight at Zhou Chen's face.

A chaotic, deathly stillness washed over me.

Zhou Chen shifted his footwork and thrust out diagonally with the long staff in his hand, as if it were an extension of his arm.

It was the first move of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, Starfire Thrust.

The long rod moved at high speed, and the friction with the air created a barely perceptible wisp of hot air.

The next moment, there was a "thud".

The tip of the stick pierced the strange man's throat, going straight in.

A wisp of burnt blue smoke rose from the throat of the plague monster.

Zhou Chen held the stick with both hands, unleashing tremendous power from the tip of the stick, and swept it horizontally left and right, snapping off a head covered in gray spots.

At this moment, the other four strange men showed no fear and surrounded them at the same time.

Zhou Chen took a deep breath, and his spiritual tracking ability naturally activated, allowing him to see the joint movements and trajectory of the plague monster.

He suddenly ducked, swept his long staff along the ground, and struck the strange man on the left, tripping him.

Using the rebound force, the end of the long stick shot backward like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, striking the monster in the chest and knocking him back.

At this moment, two strange figures, one in front and one on the right, approached him and roared.

Zhou Chen twisted his waist and turned around, his long staff swinging back as he bumped into another monster.

In an instant, only one tall, strange man remained before them.

A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Chen's eyes. He gripped the middle of the staff with both hands and poured all his strength into the tip of the staff.

Still the Starfire Thorn!

But faster, more ruthless, and stronger!

boom!

The tip of the stick, as sharp as a steel awl, pierced directly into the strange man's open mouth, protruding more than an inch from the back of his head.

Zhou Chen twisted the staff violently, then pulled it back and smashed it at the three-headed monster that had been knocked away.

The tall, strange man trembled violently, swayed, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, the other three plague monsters also had their heads smashed by Zhou Chen, turning into ashes and leaving only a few streaks of green light.

[Received 14 Green Cicada Coins]

【17 Green Cicada Coins】

Zhou Chen picked up the green coins left behind by the plague monster one by one, his brows furrowing slightly.

When he entered the Skin Refining Realm, he could kill the Gray-Spotted Plague Monster on his own, but none of the ones that appeared today could be dealt with by a Skin Refining Warrior alone.

Their strength and speed are both increasing.

The taller one just now was already comparable in strength to a martial artist who had trained in meat cultivation.

These monsters, like the more powerful Black Plague monsters, are also slowly growing stronger.

Zhou Chen's heart skipped a beat.

If he hadn't diligently trained day and night and saved enough money to join a martial arts school and learn the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, he wouldn't have been able to face these five plague monsters so easily.

In the future, if your strength doesn't keep up with the speed at which these monsters are strengthening, you might become a pariah in the old world, constantly being chased and forced to flee.

It's just unknown whether all of this was caused by his arrival in this world, or because of the altar that day.

"We need to hurry up and improve our strength!" Zhou Chen's eyes sharpened.

With a light step, Zhou Chen headed towards the dilapidated temple where he had started his journey.

After a while, Zhou Chen leaped into the dilapidated temple.

The dilapidated altar, though only a day had passed, felt like three autumns had gone by. The traces of the array on top had weathered away, leaving only the base.

Just then, the surrounding scenery began to blur and ripple, like a faded ink painting.

The familiar dizziness returned.

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The next day, in the room provided for Zhou Chen by the martial arts school, the bedding and pillows on the bed were perfectly intact.

Zhou Chen slowly opened his eyes, dispelled the stance of the Zhenyue Stake, and his body emitted bursts of sound.

Now that he lives alone in the house, with no outsiders, it is the perfect time to practice the Zhenyue Stance.

Unfortunately, even after standing all night, his proficiency with the Zhenyue Stance did not increase by the slightest.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Brother Zhou, I brought you breakfast."

Shi Feng's voice came from outside the door.

Zhou Chen pushed open the door and saw him with a white steamed bun stuffed in his mouth, trying hard to swallow.

"Brother Zhou, here you go." Upon seeing Zhou Chen, Shi Feng opened the oil paper package in his hand, revealing four neatly stacked white steamed buns, glistening with oil.

"These steamed buns are made with the same kind of spirit rice we eat, and they're the best I've ever had."

Zhou Chen took the steamed bun and took a bite. The soft and warm texture made his morning a little more pleasant.

Although the fees for martial arts training at Chiyan Martial Arts School are quite high, the supporting services in all aspects are extremely comprehensive.

In Cangsong Village, Zhou Chen would have to spend time and effort roasting the monster meat.

Furthermore, the rice and steamed buns cooked with this spirit rice have an extremely high absorption rate.

Even going to the toilet can save a lot of time.

When the two arrived at the training ground, many disciples were already sitting cross-legged on the ground, waiting for their senior disciples to come and give their lessons.

At the front of the training ground, Xiao Chi saw Zhou Chen and the other person approaching and whispered a few words in Shen Tian's ear.

Shen Tian slightly raised his droopy eyelids and then closed them again, without saying a word.

Before long, a slender inner disciple in red robes came over and officially began today's lesson.

[Received instruction from a seasoned martial artist, Crimson Flame Staff Technique progress +1]

It's unclear whether Zhou Chen has already mastered the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, or whether the senior brother who taught today doesn't understand the Crimson Flame Staff Technique as well as Gao Tian and Yi Lianxing.

Until the end of the lesson, only two progress indicators popped up on the panel.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Chen teamed up with Shi Feng to spar and gain practical experience.

Inside the training ground, shouts and clinking sounds filled the air, accompanied by the cracking of wooden sticks clashing together.

"Brother Zhou, why do you seem to have improved your stick skills compared to yesterday?" Shi Feng asked, looking at the white waxwood stick pressed against his throat.

During yesterday's sparring session, Shi Feng repeatedly broke through Zhou Chen's defenses, leaving him struggling to defend himself.

But after that night, when they faced each other again, he was no match for her at all.

Surely Brother Zhou hasn't already mastered the basics of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chen smiled and said, "I practiced hard yesterday and made some progress."

Shi Feng froze, suddenly remembering Zhou Chen's praise of him yesterday. A blush rose on his dark face, and he felt extremely embarrassed.

"Brother Zhou is more talented than me and works harder than me, so I have to work harder too!" He made up his mind that he would stick with Zhou Chen from now on, train hard, and not waste a single moment.