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

"Okay, then I'll be going."

Zhang Cheng nodded without asking further questions. In his view, Wang Anping was, after all, a direct disciple of Ming Jinjia, so it was not surprising that he could come up with ten taels of silver.

"Let's go, be careful on the road, and remember not to meddle in other people's business."

After parting ways with his cousin Zhang Cheng, Wang Anping washed up, tidied himself up, had lunch, and headed towards the training ground.

The facilities in his courtyard were not perfect enough, making it not so convenient for him to practice boxing.

Just as he was unleashing a flurry of punches in the training ground, he was unaware that what he had done yesterday had already stirred up a storm in Zhenyuan County!

In many taverns, or in other gangs, martial arts schools, and even in aristocratic families, people were talking about it.

For example, in a teahouse, many people are currently discussing yesterday's events.

"So the Four Seas Gang was about the same strength as the Sand River Gang, and yet they were wiped out just like that?"

"Who can argue with that? The Four Seas Gang used to be incredibly arrogant, but who knew it would be wiped out overnight."

"This morning when I passed by, I saw a group of government officials and the Liu family there. The Liu family looked really angry."

"Haha, I heard that the Liu family is behind the Four Seas Gang, it seems that's true."

Otherwise, why would they come here if the leader of the Four Seas Gang is dead?

"You'd better watch your words. The Four Seas Gang is gone, but the Liu family is still around! Be careful someone doesn't complain!"

"Well... I was just saying it casually, don't take it seriously."

"Speaking of which, shouldn't the eldest son of the Liu family be back by now, after being away for so long?"

"That should be about right! They should be coming back soon."

"Hiss, then this matter between the Four Seas Gang and the Sand River Gang is probably not over yet."

Now the entire county believes that the leader of the Sihai Gang was killed by the Shahe Gang, and even the Liu family behind him thinks so.

Almost no one could have imagined that a third person would take the plunge.

After all, all the Ming Jin martial artists in the county town are registered. Other families and martial arts schools have no reason to kill the leader of the Sihai Gang!

Everyone knows that the Four Seas Gang is backed by the Liu family. Apart from their mortal enemy, the Li family, who would kill someone for no reason?

However, after analyzing the situation, the Liu family felt that there was a high possibility that the Jinsha Gang or other powerful families were deliberately trying to divert trouble. So, until the situation is fully investigated, the county is relatively calm.

As for Wang Anping, he planned to keep the money under the bed for now, not taking it out in large sums all at once. He planned to use it to purchase property after he broke through to the Dark Force realm.

If someone with obvious strength suddenly possesses so much money, it will arouse suspicion from others. But if someone with hidden strength possesses so much money, others might still say that he is poor!

Inside the martial arts school

A group of disciples who had reached the advanced level surrounded Wang Anping, asking him questions.

These days, the eldest disciple and master rarely come to the martial arts school. The other disciples who joined later occasionally come to the inner courtyard to teach martial arts.

Ninth Senior Brother Wang Hucheng spends almost every day escorting goods and managing the affairs of the outer courtyard.

Since the people in the inner courtyard couldn't find anyone to consult, many new disciples regarded Wang Anping as the only person they could ask for guidance.

There's no other reason than that he frequently appears at the martial arts arena, and he now enjoys a considerable reputation within the martial arts school.

Now everyone in the martial arts school says that Fei Tianyang is the most talented person in the Chen family martial arts school.

The person who can endure the most hardship is Wang Anping.

"Senior Brother Wang, could you demonstrate the Five Animal Fist for us? We just can't seem to get the hang of it."

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Wang."

Faced with requests from many fellow disciples, Wang Anping reluctantly began practicing the Five Animal Frolics.

At the same time, he planned to pay the martial arts school's manager to arrange some training equipment for him, as he never wanted to come to the martial arts arena again.

As a direct disciple, you get free room and board, Qi and Blood Pills, free medicinal meals, and a position with a salary.

However, other than that, you need to prepare other things for daily life, or other things for practicing your skills.

Previously, Wang Anping didn't have enough money to furnish his courtyard, but now that he's just made a windfall, he can afford to spend a little money to decorate it properly.

"In the Five Animal Fist, one should pay attention to the method of exerting force, and at the same time, stance training should not be neglected."

When exerting force, start from the legs, gather the energy in the waist, and then gather it throughout the whole body.

Only a punch thrown in this way can unleash its full power.

Wang Anping began explaining some knowledge of the Five Animal Fist to a group of inner disciples. Although his Five Animal Fist had not progressed beyond the Ming Jin level, he was more than capable of guiding his junior disciples to achieve the level of Jin.

"Great! Senior Brother Wang is amazing, thank you Senior Brother Wang."

"This is truly enlightening! Thank you so much for your guidance, Senior Brother Wang."

His fellow disciples expressed their gratitude one after another, and some of the female disciples even flirted with him.

"Senior brother is so handsome! Is senior brother ever married?"

"You little hussy, my senior brother is mine. Even if he's not getting married, it's none of your business!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Anping fled in panic.

Walking into the backyard, Wang Anping found a housekeeper who usually took care of the martial arts school's supplies and told him his needs.

Get yourself a set of everything: pots and pans, stone locks, wooden dummy, knives, forks, and sticks.

The other party roughly calculated that it would cost around twenty taels in total.

Wang Anping deliberately pretended to be short of money, first giving the other party ten taels, saying that he would make up the rest at the beginning of next month.

As a direct disciple, I still have the face to owe ten taels of silver.

Having explained everything, he returned to his courtyard.

Although the courtyard is too simple now and it's not very convenient to practice boxing, there's no other way; he doesn't want to go to the training ground anymore.

"Phew~"

Looking at the small courtyard, there wasn't even a decent training stance; there were only a few half-sized stones piled up in the corner.

Wang Anping wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, removed his outer coarse cloth clothes, leaving only a close-fitting short jacket, spread his feet shoulder-width apart, lowered his shoulders and elbows, relaxed his waist and tucked in his hips, and slowly assumed the starting stance of Xingyi Quan.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling his blood and qi slowly flowing through his meridians, and the bright energy in his dantian became more and more refined.

"Start the battle!"

With a low shout, Wang Anping took a half step forward with his left foot, shifting his weight forward. His right fist, following the force of the impact, shot out from his waist, creating a fierce wind – it was Xingyi Piquan (a type of Chinese fist).

The fist is like an axe splitting Mount Hua, the power originates from the legs, twists through the waist and hips, and flows along the spine to the fist. Every inch of muscle exerts force precisely, without any redundancy.

Without pausing, as soon as his chopping punch landed, his body suddenly changed. He retracted his left fist and twisted his right wrist and elbow, striking forward like a venomous snake emerging from its hole—it was a drilling punch.

The fist was like a drill bit breaking through solid ground. With twisting the waist and turning the hips, the stone slabs underfoot were kicked and made to rustle. The air was torn apart by the force of the fist, making a slight "whoosh" sound.

A wave of soreness washed over his arms, a reaction to pushing his internal energy to its limit. But his eyes sharpened as he deliberately slowed his movements, savoring the sensation of the energy emanating from his fingertips.

"The strength must penetrate, the intention must come first, and the spirit must be concentrated." Master Chen Chaoming's words echoed repeatedly in my heart.

Wang Anping's spirits lifted, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body taut like a bow, as he thrust out his right fist with lightning speed—the most powerful and fierce Bengquan (crushing fist) in Xingyiquan.

"Bang!" The force of the punch struck the air, producing a muffled sound, and the blue bricks beneath their feet trembled slightly from the recoil.

He threw more than thirty punches in one go, each punch aiming to deliver power throughout his body, with his shoulders and hips moving in sync without the slightest deviation. Sweat had already soaked through his shorts, leaving deep wet marks on his back.

"Senior Brother Wang, our clinic is going to the countryside to collect medicinal herbs tomorrow, and we need you to come along."

"A clinic?"

Wang Anping, who was practicing his boxing, stopped and looked at the person standing outside the courtyard.

The newcomer was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed simply, probably an apprentice or something at the clinic.

"I'm sorry, I'm no longer holding a position at the clinic, so you don't need to pay me my monthly salary anymore."

I cannot participate in this mission. Please inform the person in charge when you get back.

Wang Anping stood in the courtyard, looking at the people outside, and said calmly, "If I hadn't obtained so much gold and silver, I definitely would have gone."

But now that we have so much wealth, why waste time?

How much money could that be?

"Oh? Senior Brother Wang isn't going? Okay, then I'll go back and report to the manager."

The servant outside seemed somewhat surprised, but didn't say anything more.

A Ming Jin martial artist—he wouldn't dare look directly at such a person if he encountered them on the street.

How could he be allowed to question it?

"Yes, please let them know when you get back."

Wang Anping nodded, speaking very politely, after all, he had essentially stood the other party up.

The servant didn't say much, nodded, and left the courtyard.

He shook his hands, preparing to resume his boxing practice, when the sound came from outside again.

I'm speechless. How come there are so many trivial things happening every day?

Are you trying to stop people from practicing their boxing?!