Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Inside the training ground, slender disciples in red robes moved back and forth among the sparring disciples.

Unlike yesterday when Gao Tian and Yi Lianxing provided meticulous guidance on every detail, today only disciples from prominent family backgrounds received instruction.

The other disciples, who came from ordinary backgrounds, who were eager to learn, were only given perfunctory answers by the red-robed disciple.

Zhou Chen and Shi Feng practiced for about half an hour. Zhou Chen pointed out a few key points to Shi Feng in getting started with the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, and then they heard the sound of clapping.

The red-clad disciple clapped his hands and glanced at the crowd several times.

Then it was announced that the morning classes were over, which was half an hour shorter than yesterday.

"Senior Brother Liao's lectures are always so perfunctory. It would be so much better if Senior Brother Gao Tian and Senior Sister Yi Lianxing came to the morning classes every day." After the red-robed disciple left, one of the disciples voiced his dissatisfaction.

"Hey, if you have a good family background, Senior Brother Liao will be even more serious and meticulous in guiding you than Senior Brother and Senior Sister Yi."

"How dare you talk like that? If you're so capable, go find yourself a good father!" Xiao Chi retorted.

Those men wanted to intervene, but seeing Shen Tian walk by, they quickly dispersed.

Zhou Chen poured himself a bowl of tea and gulped it down before taking a break.

Shi Feng leaned against a wooden stick and stood to the side. Seeing the surrounding disciples disperse, he said mysteriously, "Brother Zhou, I heard some news from a friend."

"What news?" Zhou Chen asked calmly.

"In a few days, there will be a small competition for outer sect disciples. Those who rank highly will receive Qi and Blood Pills as a reward. I heard that the top three will also receive special guidance from the sect master," Shi Feng said excitedly.

"The master of the museum gave you guidance?" Zhou Chen asked in surprise.

As far as he knew, Yi Yan, the master of the Crimson Flame Martial Arts Academy, was in seclusion practicing martial arts and rarely showed his face. Now, however, he had come out of seclusion to instruct the outer disciples.

Shi Feng nodded. "The master of the martial arts school is a powerful expert at the Inner Marrow Cleansing Realm. Back then, his Crimson Flame Staff Technique was so strong that other martial arts schools in the city dared not raise their heads. If you could be instructed by him, your skills would definitely improve greatly."

Zhou Chen's eyes flashed. Hearing Shi Feng say this, he realized that the sect leader might have already mastered the Crimson Flame Staff Technique.

"I wonder if the guidance from a martial artist with perfected skills can be as effective as obtaining a breakthrough artifact?"

He shook his head, showing little interest in the upcoming competition.

With the panel and the old world as his foundation, he only needs to input the cultivation technique into the panel, and he can cultivate it to perfection without the guidance of others.

He has always been approachable; let others handle the fighting and killing.

After resting, the two resumed their practice.

After lunch, Shi Feng did not go to the training ground with Zhou Chen to practice the Crimson Flame Staff Technique. Instead, he left the martial arts school, saying that he had found a job to earn some money so that he would not be unable to stay in the school to continue practicing martial arts next month.

Zhou Chen didn't take it to heart. After all, although Shi Feng kept calling him "Brother Zhou," he wasn't his personal sparring partner.

Moreover, let alone Shi Feng, even he only had enough money to stay here for half a year.

Six months later, I will also need to find some jobs to make up for my tuition.

This is all without him spending any money to buy additional cultivation medicines.

He had heard Shi Feng say that scions of prominent families like Shen Tian and Li Wuji would spend at least a hundred taels of silver each month just on purchasing precious medicines to accelerate their cultivation.

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That night, Shi Feng limped back to the martial arts school.

"Brother Zhou, it's alright. My sparring partner is fully equipped with protective gear. I only suffered some superficial injuries," Shi Feng explained when he saw Zhou Chen's confusion.

"Besides, I get five qian of silver a day for taking these beatings. If I work hard, I can save some money each month to help with household expenses."

Seeing that he had drunk two bowls of blood-nourishing soup and recovered most of his health, Zhou Chen did not ask any further questions.

After the two finished their dinner, they returned to the training ground, where the red-clad disciple they had met the night before was already practicing his staff techniques.

Every move was precise and methodical.

"Brother Zhou, my staff skills have improved quite a bit during today's sparring session. Please give me some pointers." Shi Feng held the white ash wood staff and assumed a starting stance.

The next instant, the crackling sound of wooden sticks clashing together rang out.

clang……

"So fast!" Shi Feng swallowed hard as he watched the long staff in his hand being knocked away and fall to the ground.

If his sparring partner today were Brother Zhou, he probably wouldn't be able to recover even with two bowls of blood-nourishing soup.

"Huh, the basics of staff fighting?"

As the two were talking, the red-clad disciple in the distance appeared nearby at some point, looking at Shi Feng's long staff that had been knocked away, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Chen Yunpeng didn't pay any attention when Zhou Chen and Shi Feng stepped into the training ground.

He had studied martial arts at the Chiyan Martial Arts School for many years and had also encountered many outer disciples who, when they first entered the school, practiced diligently at night with only a little enthusiasm.

But I've never seen a single one who managed to persevere.

However, the whistling sound of Zhou Chen's Starfire Spike had caught his attention.

If he remembered correctly, the two of them had also practiced staff techniques here last night.

In fact, the honest-looking young man's mastery of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique was far superior to that of the handsome young man before him.

Can one master the Crimson Flame Staff Technique in a single day?

He spent a full half-month practicing diligently when he first started learning.

"Senior brother." Seeing Chen Yunpeng dressed in red, the two clasped their hands and bowed in greeting.

Chen Yunpeng smiled and nodded, then assumed a starting stance, his crimson staff swaying slightly.

"Want to spar? I'll only use my Bone Forging Realm strength."

Seeing that Chen Yunpeng's eyes were bright and showed no malice, Zhou Chen was immediately filled with a sense of excitement.

While improving one's skills with broken mirrors and relics is certainly satisfying and direct, the kind of skill that is painstakingly cultivated step by step is more reassuring.

"Zhou Chen, please give me your guidance, Senior Brother."

The white ash stick and the crimson long stick collided and crackled.

Before long, Chen Yunpeng became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

This junior brother in front of me has not only mastered the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, but his lower body strength and reaction speed are also quite remarkable.

Although he had suppressed his strength to the Bone Forging level, his mastery of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique had reached a minor level, so he should be able to steadily suppress Zhou Chen.

At this moment, Zhou Chen activated his Spirit Tracking ability, and Chen Yunpeng's every move was observed.

With the solid lower body skills gained from mastering the Zhenyue Stance, even though Chen Yunpeng's mastery of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique was superior to his own, he could still handle it.

At this moment, messages popped up on the panel, but Zhou Chen seemed not to hear them.

As a martial artist with inner strength, Chen Yunpeng deliberately suppressed his cultivation level to spar with him. He could withstand any tricky move, and Zhou Chen had unknowingly become completely engrossed in the exchange.

After several dozen exchanges, the two sticks crossed.

The white ash wood stick that Zhou Chen was using for practice suddenly broke, bringing the sparring session to an abrupt end.

"That's great!" Chen Yunpeng suddenly burst into laughter.

Since breaking through to the Inner Strength Realm, he hadn't had such a satisfying sparring session with anyone in a long time.

Especially when Zhou Chen used his spiritual tracking ability, his every move was anticipated, forcing him to change his tactics multiple times in order to break the deadlock.

It was truly exhilarating.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." Zhou Chen glanced at the panel. In just a few dozen exchanges, his proficiency with the Crimson Flame Staff Technique had increased by a full three points.

It was a pleasant surprise, as it was a little more than what he had gained from a day of arduous practice.

Suddenly, he remembered what Shi Feng had said earlier that day. If he could get some insightful guidance from a powerful figure like the Master of the Hall, it might not be bad.