In this chaotic world of martial arts, I'll become a god by adding skill points!

Chapter 102 Ten Thousand Mountains Forest

The guards exchanged glances, but no one spoke. Instead, they turned their attention to the figure in the middle of the group, dressed in a blue robe, who was resting with his eyes closed.

Zhao Fu frowned slightly, but did not immediately express his opinion.

Zhao Qingyue didn't even look up; her attention was entirely on Wang Anping. She asked softly, "Brother Wang, shall we go into town to rest? Or—"

Lin Yunshu's smile froze, a surge of hot blood rushed to his head, and embarrassment and indignation made his cheeks burn.

He gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white from lack of blood flow.

Wang Anping slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Nanshui Town in the distance.

The town looked ordinary, but after the attack the night before, he was instinctively wary of any place where he might linger and expose his whereabouts.

Moreover, according to the information revealed by the second-in-command before his death, there are indeed several bandit groups operating in the vicinity, and Nanshui Town may not be completely clean.

More importantly, he didn't want to waste any more time.

"No need."

Wang Anping's voice came through clearly, calm and undisturbed: "Supplies are still available, and the injuries have been treated simply."

Stopping here would only increase the uncertainty. Let's bypass the town and continue on our way.

His words were simple and direct, yet carried a decisive power.

He's been out for almost half a month now, and he still hasn't found Misty Peak, so he's getting a little anxious.

This trip isn't for sightseeing, but to learn higher-level martial arts and reach a higher realm as soon as possible!

Zhao Fu immediately bowed: "Yes, I will obey Young Master Wang's orders."

He immediately turned and ordered, "The column will turn around and take the detour via the small road outside the town. Speed ​​up and get through!"

The guards did not hesitate and immediately carried out the order.

Zhao Qingyue nodded obediently, her eyes filled with trust, not doubt, as she looked at Wang Anping.

"you----"

Lin Yun opened his mouth, looking at the team that quickly turned around and ignored his offer to treat them. He felt as if a huge rock was blocking his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

It is him again!

It's Wang Anping again!

With a single, casual remark, he shattered the prestige he had just mustered the courage to rebuild!

Even my cousin—

Jealousy, anger, frustration, and the lingering fear of Wang Anping's immense power from that night gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

He stared intently at Wang Anping's calm back, his teeth grinding together.

"Fine—you, Wang Anping—we'll see!"

He roared silently in his heart, and in the end, he could only spur his horse hard and catch up with the turning group, looking disheveled.

That disgust and hostility towards Wang Anping had, unnoticed by anyone, fermented into an almost distorted hatred.

The group bypassed Nanshui Town and disappeared back into the more rugged and desolate mountain roads.

The setting sun cast long shadows of everyone.

Zhao Qingyue had somehow managed to ride her horse to a position slightly behind Wang Anping, maintaining a distance that was still enough for him to hear her voice.

"Brother Wang, your Xingyi Quan is amazing, so perfectly natural."

She carefully chose her words, her eyes shining.

"The Bengquan (Crushing Fist) is like an arrow, and the Paoquan (Cannon Fist) is like thunder—especially their footwork, which seems to contain some kind of profound truth of heaven and earth."

Wang Anping glanced at her and, seeing that she was genuinely seeking advice rather than simply flattering him, casually offered some guidance.

"The essence of form and meaning lies in harmony."

When the mind and intention are in harmony, the intention and energy are in harmony, and the energy and strength are in harmony.

The three external harmonies are: shoulders and hips, elbows and knees, and hands and feet.

It's not about memorizing moves, but about understanding their essence; naturally, the form will follow the mind's intention.

Zhao Qingyue listened, seemingly understanding but not quite, but she tried her best to remember every word and nodded earnestly: "Brother Wang is really amazing, he seems even more amazing than my dad."

After a while, she asked softly again, "Brother Wang, have you often encountered this kind of danger before?"

"No, not really. This is actually my first time traveling so far from home. I'm just being extra careful and cautious," Wang Anping replied briefly.

"Then—don't you think we're a burden? We can't help with anything and we're always causing trouble—"

Zhao Qingyue's voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible disappointment and self-doubt.

Wang Anping remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the distant, layered mountains.

Everyone has their own path. Protecting yourself is helping others.

These words weren't exactly comforting; they were even somewhat cold. But hearing them warmed Zhao Qingyue's heart slightly.

He didn't directly deny her value; he simply told her to take care of herself first.

This is perhaps the most practical response he can give.

The girl pursed her lips, asked no more questions, and simply followed quietly behind him.

Looking at his upright figure in the afterglow of the setting sun, the excitement and determination in my heart became even clearer.

At the very back of the group, Lin Yunshu looked at the two figures riding side by side ahead.

The gloom in his eyes almost solidified. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

The next day, the official road had disappeared. The guards hid the horses in the mountains and carried the luggage of the two young masters and ladies into the woods.

"Young Master Wang, it's another eighty li to Misty Peak."

Upon hearing this, Wang Anping looked up at the scene before him: a warm breeze blew through the layered mountains, clouds rose and fell, and the peaks pierced the sky.

Wanshan Forest is indeed a fairyland.

Moreover, these mountains look strange in shape, but they are not randomly distributed.

It really does look like a large formation; no wonder someone needs to lead the way.

"Alright, Uncle Fu, just lead the way." Wang Anping nodded, feeling a surge of excitement.

After being out for so long, are we almost there?

He was curious about what this Misty Peak was like!

"Alright! All of you behind, follow me." Uncle Fu nodded and called out to those behind him.

Those guards were carrying a lot of luggage; if they hadn't been skilled in martial arts, they would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

The group continued on, following Uncle Fu.

Ever since Lin Yunshu started taking the shortcut, she had been trying to curry favor with Zhao Qingyue, offering her water, towels, and fanning her from time to time.

Sure enough, they came over again not long after.

"Cousin, come and have some water, it's so hot today." He brought a bowl of water with some honey in it.

Zhao Qingyue wanted to refuse, but when she saw Wang Anping walking ahead, she reached out her fair hand and took it.

"Thank you, cousin." She smiled and thanked him before quickly carrying the water forward.

Lin Yunshu, who had been smiling, froze instantly!

Zhao Qingyue ran up ahead, and as if to show off, handed over a glass of water: "Brother Anping, have some water."

Looking at the water handed to him, Men Wang Anping realized he was indeed thirsty, so he took it.

"Thank you, Ms. Zhao."

"Hehe, no need to thank me." Zhao Qingyue smiled brightly, her big eyes sparkling.

Wang Anping felt somewhat helpless seeing this scene. Although he had never been in a relationship, even a fool could see through this situation.

He understood why Lin Yunshu disliked him, but now was not the time to talk about it.

He planned to have a proper talk with the other party after he reached Misty Peak.

There must be countless handsome men on Misty Peak by then. If I talk to them properly, there shouldn't be any problem.

Now all he wants to do is practice martial arts and become stronger; he has no interest in anything else.

Besides, although Zhao Qingyue is beautiful, she's not his type!

Just then, he heard voices ahead. He quickly raised his hand and whispered, "Stop! There seems to be someone ahead!"