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

Seeing that his uncles still wanted to argue, Wang Anping emphasized, "This is not a matter of discussion, it's a must. Although I have some reputation in the county town and ordinary people don't dare to cause trouble in Wangjiawan, those bandits who roam around don't care about that."

"With you all staying in Wangjiawan, I can't concentrate at the martial arts school, let alone participate in martial arts training. I can only feel at ease when you're right under my nose."

He looked at his grandfather, Wang Xiumin, his tone slightly softer but still firm, "Grandpa, you understand the principles of survival in chaotic times best. Staying here is risky. Only by going to the county town can I protect everyone."

Looking at the resolute look in his grandson's eyes, and recalling the recent banditry in the area, Wang Xiumin finally sighed and said to his two uncles, "Anping is right, people are more valuable than land. Let's do as he says, rent out the land, and go to the county town. We can come back after the trouble has passed."

The eldest and second uncles wanted to say more, but Wang Xiumin stopped them with a look.

Wang Anping pressed his advantage: "I will go and find the village head to draw up a written agreement. The rent will be agreed upon in advance, and he will personally deliver the rent to the house in the county town after the autumn harvest every year. There will be no delays."

Let's pack our bags quickly and leave today; we can't delay.

His tone left no room for argument. Seeing his resolute attitude and with his grandfather's intervention, everyone finally nodded in agreement—no one dared to gamble with the safety of their family, nor did they want to distract Wang Anping.

Wang Anping quickly found the village head, and the two drew up a written agreement, clearly stipulating a three-year land lease term, with a 20% rent payment each year. This rent was very low, mainly because they wanted someone to watch over the land to prevent it from becoming barren.

After settling the land matters, the family hurriedly packed their belongings.

They were all from farming families and didn't have much of value, just clothes, farm tools, and some daily necessities. Zhang Xiufang even folded Wang Anping's old clothes from his childhood and stuffed them into the bundle.

The eldest and second aunts packed up their own pickling jars and cooking utensils, unwilling to throw them away.

Wang Anping's two cousins ​​also came out with their new wives and their belongings, while Wang Anping went to the village entrance to hire two horse-drawn carts to transport these things.

After arranging everything, Wang Anping made a special trip to his uncle's house. After much persuasion, his uncle agreed to let them stay together.

However, my uncle's family has a lot of children, and there are still some things to finish, so I decided to go in a few days.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng decided to wait at home for a few days and then escort his family back to the county town.

Just past noon, two horse-drawn carriages slowly drove into the county town, heading towards Chengnan Lane. Soon, the carriages came to a stop in front of the mansion.

Wang Anping got out of the car first, opened the courtyard gate, and said to the carriage road, "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, we've arrived."

Family members got off the car one after another, and their eyes lit up when they saw the blue brick house in front of them.

Zhang Xiufang walked into the courtyard, touched the clean walls of the side rooms, and exclaimed in surprise, "This courtyard is so spacious, much bigger than the courtyard in my hometown, and so clean!"

The eldest aunt went straight to the backyard, saw the neatly prepared vegetable plots, and said with a smile, "Perfect for planting some greens and radishes, it'll be more convenient for food in the future."

Wang Xiumin, leaning on his cane, walked through the entire courtyard, finally stopping by the wall and nodding in satisfaction.

"The courtyard wall is sturdy enough, it's safe enough. Anping, you've really thought of everything."

Wang Anping smiled and carried the luggage into the house: "From now on, you can live here in peace. Keep the gate locked. No matter who knocks, you must check through the crack in the door first. If you don't know the person, don't open the door."

The county is a mixed bag; I'm afraid someone might come looking for trouble.

After settling his family in, Wang Anping took out some silver and handed it to the old man: "Sir, this is one hundred taels of silver. Take it and use it to buy rice, flour, and cooking oil. If you need more, remember to let me know."

Grandpa Wang declined a few times, but eventually accepted it and carefully tucked it into his pocket.

Afterwards, Wang Anping secretly gave his parents another fifty taels of silver; the hundred taels he had just given them were for the family's living expenses.

This fifty taels was the old couple's own savings, which they used to buy some cloth and other things they liked.

As the sun began to set, Wang Anping did not linger. His family had just arrived and everything was in disarray, making it unsuitable for martial arts practice.

Although he has now won first place, his path in martial arts has only just begun, and he dares not slack off.

When we arrived at Chen's Martial Arts School, dusk had already painted half the sky, and there were still many disciples practicing in the training ground in the front yard.

Upon seeing Wang Anping approaching from afar, several disciples practicing martial arts stopped their movements, their eyes lighting up. They quickly cupped their hands in greeting and said respectfully, "Greetings, Senior Brother Wang!"

This greeting was like a signal, and the disciples in the training ground gathered around, their expressions full of admiration and awe.

Although Wang Anping was a direct disciple, he was only superficially polite to many disciples because of his humble background and mediocre early talent.

Now that he has won first place in the martial arts exam and crushed his opponents with his strength, he has long become a legend in the eyes of the martial arts school disciples.

"Senior Brother Wang, that punch you threw on the stage was amazing!" a young disciple exclaimed excitedly, his voice filled with longing.

Another disciple quickly chimed in:

"Yes, senior brother! You've only been at the martial arts school for a short time and you've already broken through to the Dark Force realm. You're a genius among geniuses! You'll have to give us a lot of guidance in the future!"

Wang Anping nodded slightly to the crowd, his tone calm: "It's all just luck. If you practice diligently, you will have your own opportunities to break through."

He didn't exchange many pleasantries. Although the scene of being surrounded by so many people was novel, it also made him more vigilant—the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind, and being too flamboyant would only bring more trouble.

Seeing his gentle yet unassuming demeanor, the disciples became even more respectful, making way for him and following him toward the training area in the corner of the training ground.

There was a row of heavy stone locks there, which were used by the martial arts school to hone one's internal energy.

Wang Anping walked up to the stone locks without hesitation, bent down and grabbed the heaviest one, a 300-pound stone lock.

His inner strength quietly circulated throughout his body, spreading from his arms to his entire body, making the stone lock seem as light as a feather in his hands.

He slowly raised his hand, lifted the stone lock above his head, paused for a moment, and then steadily put it down. He then began to use the stone lock to hone his fist strength, coordinating it with the moves of Xingyi Quan.

The wind howled as he punched, his inner strength condensed and yet not unleashed. Each punch carried a steady force, causing the ground to tingle slightly. The stone lock danced in his hands, perfectly synchronized with his punches, refining the concentration of his energy and solidifying his mid-stage inner strength realm.

The surrounding disciples dared not approach and disturb them, only watching from afar, their eyes filled with even greater admiration, and they even practiced their skills with more enthusiasm.

After practicing for about an hour, fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Anping's forehead, his internal energy flowed smoothly, and his internal strength became increasingly steady.

He put down the stone lock, wiped his sweat, and glanced at the training ground—many disciples were still secretly observing him, and several personal disciples stood not far away with complicated expressions, clearly both envious and wary of his rise.

He ignored the stares of others and turned to walk towards the disciples' quarters.

After tempering his body, he began practicing Xingyi Quan. Now he has reached the middle stage of Xingyi Quan and is close to the next level!