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

"This is...the system? The control panel??"

Wang Anping was overjoyed! He immediately began selecting and clicking, carefully reading the functions of the panel.

A few minutes later, he had finished understanding the rules of the panel. It turned out that this was a panel that could provide proficiency.

All techniques can be mastered through practice.

As one's proficiency with the techniques increases, one's martial arts realm will naturally rise to the corresponding level, without any talent limitations or realm barriers.

If you work hard enough, skill level will ignore everything!

Wang Anping was somewhat excited. He knew what this meant: as long as he worked hard enough, no amount of talent would be of any use to him!

If this panel is real, then he believes that as long as he works hard enough, he will one day become a god in this world!

He suppressed his joy. Although he was eager to practice immediately to increase his strength, his body was clearly not fully recovered and not suitable for strenuous exercise.

"We need to get back to the martial arts school as soon as possible; the medicinal cuisine there can help you recover quickly!"

Looking at the slightly chilly chicken soup beside him, he picked it up and ate it all, meat and broth in one go. He assessed himself and realized he wasn't feeling particularly well, plus his head was still spinning from just transmigrating.

Looking at the sky outside, it seemed the night was still long, so he decided to take a nap and rest before returning to the martial arts school the next day.

.......

In autumn, the trees are laden with fruit, and the crops in the fields are adorned with golden leaves.

Wang Anping's family courtyard was very simple, with three main rooms: the central room was the main hall, the rooms for his parents and himself were on the left and right, the chicken and ducks were raised on the right, and the kitchen was on the left.

There was a tree in his yard, where flocks of birds chirped and chattered, breaking the morning's tranquility.

Just as Wang Anping was sleeping soundly to the sound of birdsong, the noise outside woke him up.

"Yang Laosan! Even if it's the county magistrate's mother's birthday celebration, that's two months from now. It's inappropriate to give gifts only a month later!"

Wang Anping frowned as he got out of bed, dressed, and went into the courtyard. There stood three people dressed in white robes.

Father Wang Xiaoquan and mother Zhang Xiufen glared angrily at each other, and the atmosphere seemed a bit tense.

He had just come out when Zhang Xiufen saw him and quickly came over, saying softly, "Son, are you feeling better? Go back inside and lie down. I'll bring you some food in a bit."

"Mother, I'm fine. I'm a martial artist; these minor injuries and illnesses have long since healed. I'll just observe and won't say a word, so don't worry."

Wang Anping raised his hands, making a gesture of immense strength, and patted his chest to indicate that there was nothing wrong with his body.

"Wang Xiaoquan, has your family never had a birthday celebration before? The old lady's birthday is in two months. Shouldn't you collect the wedding gifts in advance? Are you waiting until the day itself? Don't you need to prepare beforehand?!"

Yang Laosan looked to be in his thirties, with a strong and powerful physique. He held a knife in his hand and planted it on the ground, looking at Wang Xiaoquan with a calm expression.

He was once a resident of Wangjiawan, and can be considered a true example of someone who went from being a farmer's son to entering a martial arts school and eventually becoming a henchman of the government. He is the only person in Wangjiawan who has truly achieved a transformation in status.

"Anyway, I'm here today to inform you that no matter if you sell your children, your fields, or your land, I want to see two taels of silver in a month."

Otherwise! You all know how the county magistrate operates! If anyone is short even a single penny, they'll have to work in the county for a year!

Yang Laosan picked up the knife in his hand, slung it over his shoulder, and walked towards another family.

Wang Anping's parents turned pale. Two taels of silver? In the past, the whole family could have scraped together the money.

But since they emptied their savings to send Wang Anping to a martial arts school three months ago, they have no money left.

Even the money that was used to support his martial arts training came from the money the old man had earned from selling the ancestral home. The old man forbade anyone to touch that money, saying it was to be saved for Wang Anping's martial arts training.

But what if you can't come up with two taels of silver? Go to the county to work as a laborer for a year? Bring your own food, work like an ox or a horse, and be whipped or beaten with sticks every day. Out of ten able-bodied men who go, at most three will come back crippled.

How...how can I go?

Wang Xiaoquan looked at Wang Anping behind him, his eyes filled with expectation, and asked:

"Anping, your father doesn't understand how to calculate martial arts training either. You've been training for three months now. If you train for another twenty days, will you be able to... master the internal energy? If you can master the internal energy, I think I can find a way to get one or two taels of silver?"

When he spoke, his eyes were bright and full of anticipation.

He didn't know what martial arts training was all about, but he knew his son said he was a genius and that his teachers and martial arts masters all liked him.

In that case, will he be able to reach the "Jin" level in twenty days? You know, everyone says that Yang Laosan has poor talent, but this guy is said to have reached the "Jin" level in about three months.

How could I possibly mistreat my own son?

Upon hearing his father's words, Wang Anping couldn't help but want to criticize the original owner of this body.

Entering the state of mastery is not difficult for normal people. A genius might achieve it in three to five days, an ordinary person might take one or two months, and even a mediocre person might achieve it in three or four months.

The original owner of this body practiced for three months but didn't even get a scratch!

He's not even as good as a mediocre person! A complete waste of space!

"but......"

Thinking of the panel in his mind, Wang Anping looked at his father with bright eyes, nodded and said, "Don't worry, in twenty days, none of us will have to pay taxes anymore!"

He didn't doubt the authenticity of the panel. Since he had already transmigrated, was it really that absurd for him to have a cheat code with a bit more luck? There was nothing to doubt!

"Great! Anping! You're truly my son. Let's go to your grandfather's house. They're probably still worried about those two taels of tax."

Wang Anping's grandfather lived at his uncle's house, which was only about twenty steps away from Wang Anping's house, separated by just a piece of land.

Just as the family of three walked out of the courtyard, the old man, Wang Xiumin, also happened to be walking towards them. When he saw them, he stopped.

"I was just about to look for you. Come inside and let's talk."

The group walked into the courtyard, which was about the same size as Wang Anping's house. After the old man sold the ancestral home, he was afraid of burdening Wang Anping's parents and affecting Wang Anping's martial arts practice, so he chose to stay at his eldest and second uncles' houses in rotation.

"Father, don't worry about the surcharges. Anping said he can get our whole family exempt from taxes in a month."

The old man, his eldest uncle, his eldest aunt, his cousin, his second uncle, his second aunt, his second cousin, and Wang Anping's family were sitting in the house. Wang Anping's grandmother had passed away three years ago.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Anping's father, Wang Xiaoquan, looked at the old man with excitement.

Upon hearing this, the eldest and second uncles beside him relaxed their furrowed brows and looked at Wang Anping with surprise and joy, then turned to Wang Xiaoquan and asked, "Really?"

The expressions on everyone else's faces were similar; just moments ago, they had all been discussing how to resolve the issue of each family receiving two taels of silver.

You should know that all the money from these families was donated to Wang Anping to learn martial arts.

"Don't say anything, let Anping speak for himself." Wang Xiumin tapped the table with his pipe and looked at Wang Anping.

"Really, in a month, I will make sure everyone is exempt from paying taxes." Wang Anping nodded seriously; he thought this family was very good.

My uncles and aunts didn't hate me because of money, and my two cousins ​​didn't hold a grudge against me for missing the opportunity to practice martial arts.

Such a united and loving family, even without a panel, I would work hard for a month to reach the level of strength. Now that I have a panel, as long as I practice hard for a month, I will definitely be able to reach the level of strength!

"Good! Anping is indeed promising. Sending you to train in martial arts was the right decision. Are you feeling better? If so, hurry back to the martial arts school. Don't worry about things at home."

Old Master Wang's face was beaming with smiles. His lifelong wish was for a martial artist to emerge from his family and bring glory to the family. Now it seemed that his wish was about to come true.

"I'm getting ready to go to the martial arts gym this afternoon," Wang Anping replied.

"Going this afternoon? Then I'll go back and cook now!" Mother Zhang Xiufen walked out the door.

"Hey, don't bother, let's eat at my house today!" Auntie quickly called out.

"Alright, from now on, I'll have your father send you five taels of silver on the first day of each month." Old Master Wang nodded.