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

[Xingyiquan 1414/2000 Dark Power]

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After practicing Xingyi Quan on both sides, Wang Anping silently opened the proficiency panel.

"Increasing proficiency is a bit slow now. If I don't waste any time all day and my food supply keeps up, it will take me until around 40 o'clock."

I'm currently nearly 600 proficiency points away from the next level, which means... it will probably take about half a month.

But that's assuming nothing else comes up to interfere.

After calculating the dates for the next breakthrough, Wang Anping was filled with enthusiasm.

But that's still too idealistic. Fifteen days without a break except for meals—such an opportunity is too rare.

"Senior Brother Wang~" Just as he was lost in thought, a clear female voice rang out.

Wang Anping turned his head and saw a girl wearing a white gauze dress with a light blue waistband. She had an oval face, delicate features, and a wooden hairpin in her hair.

She has a very pure and innocent appearance, with a hint of allure in her eyes.

He recognized her; it was the woman from the clinic. He was somewhat puzzled. They hadn't interacted much, so why had she taken the initiative to come find him today?

"What can I do for you?" he asked calmly.

"Senior Brother Wang, are you so indifferent to a woman like me? Can't I come to you for no reason?" The girl's tone was playful. This was the first time anyone had treated Wang Anping like this since he transmigrated so long ago.

However, he wasn't buying it; he'd rather spend that time practicing martial arts.

"Junior sister, if you have something to say, please speak freely. I still need to practice martial arts." At this moment, all he wanted to do was practice martial arts.

"Tch, no wonder they say you're a martial arts fanatic. I have something to discuss with you. Do you know about the Great Shun Martial Arts Patrol Division?"

"The Patrol and Martial Affairs Division?" Wang Anping wondered. What was that? Judging from the name, it should be an organization like the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"Never heard of it."

The girl glanced around. Night had fallen, and there weren't many disciples in the training ground.

She took a few steps closer and said softly, "It is an agency directly under His Majesty, specifically responsible for investigating rebellions by military men throughout the land."

Anyone who can join will receive a mid-level martial art, enabling them to directly reach the Core Formation Realm.

"Someone sent me to ask you if you're interested in joining?" The girl blinked and looked at him intently.

Upon hearing this, Wang Anping's heart stirred. He turned to look around, but everything seemed normal.

A clandestine organization that directly confronts the emperor—isn't that the Embroidered Uniform Guard? This kind of organization is definitely problematic, and this woman just said it outright?

He had some guesses about Chen Chaoming's plans, and he had recently been thinking about some solutions. Obtaining a spot in the martial arts exam and then joining a sect would be the best way out.

At that time, whatever the other party does will be irrelevant to him. The imperial court will not, and dares not, arbitrarily involve the sect.

If I hadn't secured a spot in the martial arts exam, this might have been an option. But now I have a better way, so naturally I have no interest in this dangerous profession.

Moreover, looking at the woman in front of him, he really couldn't understand why she was so bold.

"Excuse me, I'm not interested, and I don't know what you're talking about. If there's nothing else, please leave."

He decisively refused; he had no interest in such a dangerous matter. Besides, he didn't need any intermediate-level martial arts; he could reach any level of proficiency.

"Hmm? You don't even want mid-level martial arts? Fine, think it over. You'll come looking for me in a while." A hint of doubt flashed in the girl's eyes, but she ultimately smiled confidently.

"Oh, by the way, I have some news for you. Fei Tianyang has returned to the capital to recuperate, and his wedding date with Chen Cuiting has been set for January 7th."

You'll be delivering a message soon. It's free, but be aware that you might be assassinated on your way. Avoid it if possible.

After saying that, the girl smiled, walked around him, and went outside.

Wang Anping stood there, uninterested in Fei Tianyang, but someone wanted to assassinate him? What the hell? Watching the girl's departing figure, he considered chasing after her to ask, but ultimately didn't do so.

The other party's words clearly intended to make him ask the question himself; he didn't want to get too involved with them.

"Assassination? Could it be the Liu family behind the Four Seas Gang?" He thought for a moment, and the Liu family was the only family he had some grudge against.

The grudge of destroying the Four Seas Gang, and the grudge of defeating Liu Hanjiang and taking first place.

"It seems I'll have to find a way to avoid this delivery mission and focus on improving my strength!" he thought to himself.

He took a deep breath and began practicing Xingyi Quan again.

Although night had fallen, it was still early for him.

In the backyard, Chen Zhiming came out of the training room and walked towards the inner courtyard martial arts hall.

Under the moonlight, he saw a figure practicing boxing.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Wang Anping.

During this time, his mindset changed. He went from wanting to exploit Wang Anping to now seeing Wang Anping's talent and wanting to mentor him.

He walked over, his voice softened by the evening breeze: "Anping, stop for a moment."

Upon hearing this, Wang Anping abruptly stopped his fist strike. The surging internal energy around his body, like a flowing spring returning to its nest, slowly receded into his dantian along his meridians, and even his breathing became calm.

He turned to the side, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed. The sweat stains on his clothes were soaked in the moonlight and shone with a faint silver glow.

The taut lines of his shoulders and back were faintly visible beneath the loose martial arts uniform, revealing the strength he had cultivated through years of rigorous training.

"Disciple Wang Anping greets Master."

Chen Chaoming approached slowly, his footsteps making a very light sound on the bluestone slabs. His gaze fell on the man's red, swollen fist, which even bore minor abrasions. A barely perceptible hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and his tone was much gentler than usual:

"You've won first place and you're still working so hard. Your dedication and perseverance are rare among your peers."

You are now firmly established in the middle stage of Dark Force, only a thin layer away from the later stage. Today, I will explain the intricacies of Transformation Force to you, which can be considered as pointing you in the right direction.

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it lightly. With a slight movement of his sleeve, a wisp of energy as light as a thin mist quietly surrounded him.

That energy lacked the raw, forceful power of open fire, unlike the resounding, explosive power of Ming Jin. It also lacked the sharpness of condensed energy, unlike the concealed, hidden power within the muscles.

Instead, it blends perfectly with the moonlight that spills over the training ground and the cool evening breeze. Its shape is difficult to discern with the naked eye, yet one can clearly perceive a harmonious and transparent aura.

It was as if he himself had become a part of this moonlit world.

"The one who transforms force first simplifies complexity, and then transforms force into momentum."

Chen Chaoming's voice was not loud, but it traveled with the flow of energy to Wang Anping's ears, carrying a profound weight that penetrated people's hearts: "The hidden strength you are practicing now is to concentrate the power of ten thousand jun into one point, like a cone breaking stone, and its strength lies in overcoming difficulties and obstacles."

But the transformation of energy is different. It does not seek a point of concentration, but only a flow, allowing the energy to flow freely in the meridians and transform into countless forms at will.

When facing a strong opponent, deflect their attacks, neutralizing nine-tenths of their offensive power; when facing a weak opponent, unleash your power, drawing upon the energy of heaven and earth to amplify yourself, ensuring every movement has hidden strength.

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his fingertips and gently tapped the ground beside him.

There was no loud noise, no strong wind, only a wisp of almost invisible energy, like water dripping into mud, silently seeping into the cracks of the bluestone slabs and spreading to the surrounding grass.

In the blink of an eye, those few half-withered weeds lost their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye. The leaves turned from green to yellow, the stems withered and curled up, and finally turned into fine dust. They were blown away by the evening wind and disappeared without a trace, without even a trace of their strength.

Wang Anping's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step forward, concentrating on sensing the trajectory of that wisp of energy. Unlike his own internal energy, which was straightforward, it was as flexible as flowing water, slipping through cracks and gaps, silently nourishing everything, yet concealing a power capable of destroying everything.

"The hidden force can break through armor and injure internal organs, directly striking vital points."

The re-integration of neutralizing force allows one to control force from a distance, subduing the enemy from an invisible point.

Chen Chaoming withdrew his hand, the force dissipated, and his aura returned to normal.

"If you want to break through to the level of Hua Jin, simply relying on honing your skills in An Jin day after day is ultimately only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

The most crucial thing is to grasp this key concept of "transformation."

He paused, then gestured to Wang Anping to circulate his internal energy: "Try to raise your internal energy to your arm, don't concentrate it at the fist, let it flow along the meridians to your fingertips, and then circle back to your wrist, repeating the cycle."

Remember, internal energy is like a living thing; it cannot be forced or stagnant. It should follow the flow of the meridians, like the evening breeze swirling around a tree or flowing water piercing through stone. It should not be confined to one place or focused on a single fist. Only then can you draw inferences from one instance to another and glimpse the path to transforming internal energy.

Wang Anping did as instructed, focusing his mind on mobilizing the hidden energy within his dantian.

The strength that used to obey was now unusually sluggish, and it couldn't help but gather towards the fist as soon as it was raised to the forearm.

This was an instinct he had developed through countless hours of practicing boxing. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to concentrate his energy, and tried to guide the energy to circulate around his fingers, following the method Chen Chaoming had described.

Once, twice, three times... the energy repeatedly got stuck at the turning points of the meridians, and even a faint, slight throbbing pain was felt.

Chen Chaoming stood quietly to the side, not urging him, but just as his energy was about to dissipate, he flicked a wisp of weak energy with his fingertip and placed it on the meridian in his wrist.

That wisp of energy was gentle yet powerful, like a pushing force that helped Wang Anping clear the blockage in his internal energy.

At that moment, Wang Anping's mind went blank, as if a windowpane had been pierced.

The stagnant internal energy suddenly became smooth, meandering along the meridians, from the dantian to the arms, from the fingertips back to the wrists, and then flowing around the shoulders and neck throughout the body. The tension of the past was gone, replaced by a more harmonious and agile feeling.

He could clearly sense that the flowing internal energy resonated subtly with the evening breeze around him, and the moonlight falling on his skin seemed to have gained a bit more warmth. The boxing techniques of Xingyi Quan became clearer and clearer in his mind.

The techniques that I used to only know how to fight head-on have now given me a new understanding: when punching, you can retain three-tenths of your strength, and when retracting your fist, you can use the momentum to neutralize the force. There is no need for black and white in offense and defense. Instead, you can use softness to overcome hardness.

Although the proficiency value did not directly appear on the panel, it gave him a deeper understanding of the use of internal force, as if the foundation he had worked so hard to build had found a new foothold at this moment.

Wang Anping slowly opened his eyes, the clarity of sudden enlightenment still lingering in them. He subconsciously raised his hand, and the hidden energy slowly overflowed from his fingertips, no longer as condensed as needles as before.

Instead, it lingered around the fingertips like a thin mist. With a gentle flick, the energy landed on the stone lock not far away, without producing a dull thud. It only left a very faint white mark on the surface of the stone lock before disappearing without a trace.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!" He bowed again, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Looking at the pure passion for martial arts in his eyes, Chen Chaoming smiled meaningfully.

He gently twirled his fingertips behind him, and the lingering effect of the demonstration of neutralizing force completely dissipated: "You are naturally gifted and willing to work hard. All you lack is a little guidance."

The cultivation of internal strength is the foundation, but the understanding of the "transformation" technique is the key to achieving external strength.

In future practice, focus more on the flow of internal energy, and don't just rely on brute force.

The moonlight grew brighter, casting long shadows of the two men on the bluestone slabs of the training ground, one tall and one short, one still and one in motion. Wang Anping silently savored the insights he had just gained.

The subtle energy still unconsciously flowed through my fingertips, trying to solidify this newly gained clarity.

Chen Chaoming changed the subject, his gaze sweeping across the empty training ground: "Tianyang has returned to the prefectural city to heal his injuries. His wedding date with Cuiting is set for January 7th, the day is not far off..."

"In a while, go to the next county and deliver a letter to the Zhou family there. That's my late wife's family home, it's closer," Chen Chaoming said to Wang Anping in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, Wang Anping carefully examined the other person, unable to discern their true feelings from their expression. However, upon further reflection, he realized that his master would not send anyone to hunt him down.

After much thought, he still felt that the Liu family was more likely, and he began to consider how to find an excuse to refuse.

Um....

"Master! This time, I may disappoint you. I'm afraid my first place win has offended some people."

After thinking for a while, Wang Anping finally revealed his own guess, from the initial three people robbing his house to the chase on the road.

However, he concealed the fact that he had killed the leader of the Four Seas Gang and the girl from the clinic.

Everything he said throughout the entire process was the truth.

"This story begins when I first entered the realm of Qi cultivation..."

After Wang Anping finished speaking, Chen Chaoming's face showed an angry expression: "The Liu family... they deserve to die!"

"Then you don't need to go. Be more careful when you go out in the future, and tell me immediately if anything happens. After all, you are a direct disciple of the martial arts school, and I won't ignore you."

Chen Chaoming looked at him kindly, at that moment resembling a benevolent teacher.

"You should practice your martial arts diligently and try to reach the late stage of Dark Force when you participate in the martial arts exam. Then you can find an opportunity to join a sect. Learn a lower-level martial art so you can pursue higher levels in the future." Chen Chaoming's eyes narrowed slightly, and for some reason, there was no longer any calculation in his words at this moment.

"Lower-level martial arts?" Recalling what the girl at the clinic had mentioned about middle-level martial arts, Wang Anping grew increasingly puzzled. Why had he never heard of such things before, and why were martial arts divided into levels?

He looked at Chen Chaoming with a puzzled expression: "Master, I don't understand. Are there different levels of martial arts?"

"Haha, it was my oversight that I didn't tell you these things before." Chen Chaoming laughed twice, and then said, "Martial arts are divided into unorthodox, orthodox, lower, and upper-middle level."

The Five Animal Fist you practice is substandard. Ordinary people who practice this kind of boxing are lucky if they can even reach the level of internal strength. The next level is considered standard, like the Xingyi Quan you practice. After that, it's considered inferior martial arts.

The biggest difference between inferior and top-tier martial arts lies in internal cultivation. Only by mastering internal cultivation techniques can one break through to the level of Transformation Realm or higher.