Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

The following day, at the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School.

After having breakfast in the canteen, Zhou Chen headed towards the training ground.

Yesterday, he made no new discoveries in the old world, only obtaining two breakthrough relics as a safety net.

It certainly doesn't qualify as an air force.

Before even reaching the training ground, Zhou Chen noticed that most of the disciples who encountered him had strange expressions, and some even looked gloating.

In the past, even if he didn't call him "Brother Zhou," he would at least nod in greeting.

But Zhou Chen is the kind of person who will treat others with the utmost respect if they treat him well. If others treat him coldly, he won't bother to fawn over them.

Just then, a deliberately loud voice came from the training ground.

"Brother Li, I didn't expect you to become more determined after setbacks! In just one day, you've probably almost mastered the Crimson Blaze technique, haven't you?"

"I'm still a bit lacking. Yesterday, an elder in my family who uses a stick saw that I was looking sullen and gave me some pointers." Li Wuji waved his hand dismissively, but the smile on his lips couldn't help but widen.

Upon seeing Zhou Chen, the instigator of yesterday, approach, he swept his staff horizontally, the staff movements were indeed much smoother and more skillful than yesterday.

Many disciples who were practicing staff techniques also cast mixed glances, some with envy, some with jealousy, and some with disdain.

As a scion of a prominent family, Li Wuji was born with a much higher starting point than ordinary people.

It could be said that the goal of many martial artists was merely the starting point for Li Wuji.

Li Wuji felt the various gazes directed at him from all sides and enjoyed it immensely. He, Li Wuji, was born to be the center of attention.

Instead of being used as a stepping stone by a peasant like Zhou Chen to rise to fame and power.

Li Wuji practiced with increasing effort, striving for momentum in every move. The sound of his long staff cutting through the air was so loud that it even forced several disciples practicing nearby to take a few steps back.

Seeing the stick force others away, Li Wuji's face became even more smug.

Having received guidance from the clan elder yesterday, he felt he had grasped the essence of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique. With practice, mastering it would only be a matter of time.

As you can see, many outer disciples train at the martial arts school for years, yet still only manage to reach the inner sect.

And him! Li Wuji!

With the support of his family, his progress remains rapid, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

He glanced at Zhou Chen out of the corner of his eye, and his smug expression froze for a moment.

There was none of the astonishment, solemnity, or even jealousy that Zhou Chen's eyes were expected to see.

Zhou Chen never even glanced in his direction.

He simply stood alone in an empty corner, wielding his long staff with meticulous care and without the slightest ostentation.

disregard.

Utter and unpretentious indifference.

Li Wuji, who had always been the center of attention since childhood, had never been treated so coldly before.

What shocked him even more was that, looking at Zhou Chen practicing his staff techniques in the corner, Li Wuji could feel the same composure and ease he had shown when his elders practiced their staff techniques yesterday.

He was more like a clown putting on a show, desperately trying to attract an audience.

The smile on his face vanished completely, and his knuckles, gripping the long stick, turned slightly white.

"Zhou Chen!"

After Zhou Chen finished demonstrating a set of staff techniques, he slowly stopped, turned his head and looked at Li Wuji. His gaze was calm and unwavering, his eyes fixed on Li Wuji's face, which was contorted with anger.

"What's up?"

"You!" Li Wuji was speechless, his anger finding no outlet.

He couldn't very well point at Zhou Chen and ask him something like, "Why are you ignoring me?"—a phrase often used by a nagging woman in the street.

After hesitating for a while, he said stiffly, "I've made some progress since yesterday's sparring session. How about we have another match?"

Zhou Chen shook his head, watched his second senior brother Xue Zhou walk towards the training ground, and slowly returned to his seat where he had been listening to the lecture.

"I'm busy."

Just as Li Wuji was about to lash out, the sound of clapping came.

"Lessons begin today." Xue Zhou's voice was like a muffled thunderclap, echoing throughout the training ground.

Upon hearing the call, the disciples who had been watching the commotion returned to their positions, but their eyes remained fixed on Li Wuji, the young master.

Although the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School doesn't have many rules, it only requires its disciples not to betray their masters or spread the school's staff techniques outside the school.

However, if someone makes noise and disrupts the teaching process during class, they will inevitably be punished.

"Li Wuji, return to your seat." Xue Zhou's face hardened, exuding an air of authority.

Among all the inner disciples, the second senior brother Xue Zhou's strength was second only to the eldest senior brother Gao Tian.

He was also rigid and stubborn, and even though Li Wuji was the young master of the Li family, he would not give him any special treatment.

Li Wuji stiffened, glanced at Zhou Chen who was resting with his eyes closed in the distance, and then looked at his second senior brother who was staring at him. He had no choice but to suppress his anger.

He slammed his long stick down with a dull thud, his face ashen as he sat down cross-legged, muttering angrily, "I should have hit harder yesterday."

Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes, staring at Li Wuji's back as he sat cross-legged in front of him, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes.

"The Crimson Flame Staff Technique emphasizes using qi and blood as fuel and willpower as fire."

"If one's qi and blood are not strong, there will be insufficient fuel to start a fire; if one's will is not strong enough or one's understanding is insufficient, the spark will not ignite and there will be no fire."

In the center of the training ground, the second senior brother, Xue Zhou, explained the essence of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique to the disciples, occasionally waving his long staff to demonstrate a few moves.

With a swing of the long staff, a wave of heat rose and spread out within a radius of several feet.

The disciple sitting in the front seat felt a heat on his face, with a faint burning sensation.

Once the Crimson Flame Staff Technique is mastered to a minor level, it possesses the power to ignite a prairie fire, making it most suitable for use in group battles.

Second Senior Brother Xue Zhou was clearly close to mastering the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, as waves of heat surged with every move he made.

[Crimson Flame Staff Technique Progress +1]

【Crimson Flame Staff Technique (Mastery, 9%)】

Zhou Chen suddenly understood, and a notification popped up on the panel.

Taking one step at a time, enriching oneself, and nurturing every bit of strength with sweat and talent is the most grounded approach.

Just as everyone was engrossed in Xue Zhou's explanation, a disciple ran over quickly.

"Senior Brother Xue, Master Yi has emerged from seclusion and is with Constable Hong. He says he has an important commission to issue and asks you to go there as soon as possible."

"Master has emerged from seclusion?!" Xue Zhou's face lit up with surprise. He had recently had a few questions about cultivation and wanted to find someone to guide him, and now was the perfect time.

Xue Zhou took a few steps and quickly dashed towards the inner courtyard of the martial arts school.

That place is where inner disciples usually cultivate. Every time the master comes out of seclusion, he will test and guide the disciples' cultivation here.

"Has the sect leader emerged from seclusion?" As soon as Xue Zhou left, the disciples who had been quiet on the training ground instantly became restless.

The master of the Crimson Flame Martial Arts Academy is named Yi Yan, who is said to be a master of the Marrow Cleansing Realm from the county city.

Back then, with a single blow, all the martial arts schools in Xingde County dared not utter a sound. It was only because the powerful dragon suppressed the local snake that martial arts schools were established here.

Unfortunately, Yi Yan spends most of his time in seclusion cultivating, and many outer disciples who have been in the sect for several years have never seen him in person.

Now that they heard that the master had emerged from seclusion, the disciples below naturally couldn't contain their curiosity.

Li Wuji, who originally wanted to find Zhou Chen to make trouble after class, had a flicker in his eyes when he heard the news that Yi Yan had come out of seclusion.

Outsiders thought Yi Yan was just an ordinary marrow cleansing martial artist, but the Li family had some inside information.

This Yi Yan is far more complex than it appears on the surface.