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

Afternoon

After drinking with Wang Hucheng and saying goodbye, Wang Anping returned to the martial arts school alone.

Upon entering, the two disciples on duty greeted them as usual, as did the disciples from both the outer and inner courtyards.

Seeing this, Wang Anping nodded in response to each of them.

Upon entering the inner courtyard, one finds many new faces among the disciples.

Upon seeing these people, Wang Anping realized that he hadn't seen any disciples leaving the Chen Family Martial Arts School recently. Logically, he should have encountered at least a few.

However, since he entered the realm of internal energy cultivation, he has not encountered a single disciple.

Considering that their master was preparing a rebellion, it's likely that these advanced disciples had to pay a price to enjoy such treatment.

Most of them probably received money and joined the army, or were taken to secret training.

These days, if someone can feed you, teach you martial arts, and even pay you, many people would be willing to risk their lives for them.

After all, not everyone has a proficiency system like Wang Anping.

Only now did Wang Anping understand why Chen Chaoming had allowed disciples who had just entered the inner sect to directly enter the inner sect without paying tuition.

It's all probably for future use, since rebellion can't be accomplished by just a few people.

A large army is necessary; otherwise, such a large city cannot be conquered by one person alone.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about these things, found a secluded spot, and began preparing to practice martial arts.

[Xingyiquan 1421/2000 Dark Power]

"I'm getting closer and closer to the Transformation Realm, keep going!" he silently chanted to himself.

Then, with a slight tap of his fingertips, his inner strength quietly sank into his dantian.

The next second, he moved and threw out a powerful punch. The force of the punch, carrying hidden energy, cut through the air and even produced a faint whistling sound.

This punch, though not heavy, precisely concentrated the internal energy within the body at the tip of the fist.

The force of the blows seemed to shatter rocks as they landed in the air, and the fallen leaves on the bluestone slab were swept away by the force of the punches.

He doesn't pursue fancy moves; every punch and kick adheres to the essence of Xingyi Quan: hard-hitting, simple, and powerful.

The Bengquan (a type of explosive punch) was unleashed in rapid succession, like thunder rolling across the ground. Each punch was faster than the last, and the hidden energy flowed continuously through the meridians, spreading from the dantian (lower abdomen) to the limbs and bones.

With each exertion, one can feel the muscle fibers being nourished and tempered by the hidden force, and the bones emitting subtle cracking sounds.

When he was fully engaged in the practice, he strode forward with great speed, his body moving like a cat, alternating between cannon punch, drilling punch, and chopping punch.

The moves flowed smoothly and seamlessly, without the slightest hesitation.

As the sun grew stronger, sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his clothes and clinging to his muscular back.

He was completely unaware, his mind completely absorbed in the fusion of fist techniques and internal energy, his mind focused only on the trajectory of the moves.

The proficiency level gradually increases imperceptibly.

[Xingyiquan 1426/2000 Dark Power]

[Xingyiquan 1431/2000 Dark Strength]...

Every punch that pierces the air, every step that lands on the ground, is a steady step towards the threshold of mastering internal energy.

Suddenly, he threw a punch, his inner strength concentrated to its maximum at the tip of his fist.

Huff~ He withdrew his fist and regulated his breathing, his breath long and silky, slowly calming the surging internal energy, but his gaze became more and more determined.

After a short rest, he resumed his stance, this time no longer pursuing speed, but rather dissecting each move and feeling the subtle changes in internal force within each technique.

The chopping fist is like an axe splitting a mountain, its power sinking deep into the ground; the drilling fist is like a snake entering its hole, its skillful force breaking through defenses.

The cannon punches exploded like thunder, their powerful force surging forth. Each move was meticulously honed through repeated practice.

The hidden strength circulates repeatedly in the meridians, becoming increasingly mellow and enduring.

After an unknown amount of time, the setting sun cast a long, slender shadow over him.

Wang Anping threw a punch, his hidden strength suddenly erupting, the force of the punch even causing the branches and leaves of the ancient cypress trees around him to rustle.

"Junior brother is so hardworking, he can't rest for even a day," the sixth senior sister teased as she passed by.

"I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice martial arts," Wang Anping said with a smile.

"Is Senior Sister going on a long trip?" Wang Anping asked curiously, noticing the bundle the other woman was carrying.

"I'm off to deliver a message." Yang Fang shook the package.

"Take care, senior sister, and have a safe journey."

Wang Anping nodded in response, indicating that he had not informed his master, or that the woman at the clinic had not told him what to do.

Perhaps I've already set off, and maybe I really will encounter some resistance.

Thinking of this, he glanced in the direction of the clinic, wondering what the other party was plotting.

Watching Yang Fang's departing figure, he shook his head and ignored her, focusing on continuing to practice his boxing.

Time flew by, and night fell.

After a day of exertion, he was hungry.

He headed towards the martial arts school's kitchen, ate something to tide him over, and then found the butler in charge of purchasing food.

"From now on, I will eat lunch and dinner here every day."

"Purchase some beef for me every day, and if you have tiger meat, purchase that too. I'll make up the difference if it's short."

"No problem!" The butler knew who Wang Anping was, as well as his strength and status. Faced with such a simple request, he agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll give you a fifty-tael silver note first. Let me know when you've used it up." Wang Anping took out a silver note and handed it to the other party.

These banknotes are still unaffected in the southwestern states and can still be traded.

However, this period of time will not be long. Wang Anping plans to exchange the silver notes for silver in a few days.

Otherwise, he was worried that it would become worthless when the war reached them.

"Okay, feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything." The butler's face was full of smiles.

Wang Anping nodded, and after finishing his meal, he returned to the training ground.

Just as they were practicing with great enthusiasm, two disciples helped a disciple who looked to be in serious condition walk in. Upon seeing Wang Anping, the disciple immediately cried out:

"Senior Brother Wang! You must stand up for him! Those people from Longyuan Martial Arts School severely injured Junior Brother Zhu."

Wang Anping stopped his fist and stood still, the fierce fist intent around him instantly dissipating. He quickly stepped forward and bent down to examine the situation.

Junior Brother Zhu is a newly promoted disciple of the inner sect, having just entered the realm of Qi. He is usually diligent and hardworking, and people often greet him when they see him, making him a rare person who leaves an impression.

At this moment, his forehead was sunken, his ribs were obviously collapsed, and black blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries, and he could not even open his eyelids.

Wang Anping lightly touched the other's wrist pulse with his fingertips, and secretly probed in with his hidden strength. He only felt that the other's internal energy was disordered and many meridians were damaged.

The perpetrator was ruthless and left no room for mercy.

"What exactly happened? Why did they clash with Longyuan Martial Arts School?"

Wang Anping was somewhat puzzled. Although Chen's Martial Arts School and Longyuan Martial Arts School were separated by two streets, and although they had had some friction in the past, they would never go to such lengths.

One of the disciples wiped away tears and choked out, "The three of us went to the outer city to buy some medicine for our injuries this evening. When we passed by the entrance of Longyuan Martial Arts School, we were stopped by their people."

Zhao Hu, who was in charge, said that our Chen Family Martial Arts School only knew how to use dirty tricks, and that Senior Brother Wang got first place by cheating. He also mocked the master for secretly making underhanded moves.

Junior Brother Zhu couldn't stand it and said a couple of words back, and then they attacked. They were quick and ruthless, and we couldn't stop them at all..."

"Zhao Hu? Who is this person?" Wang Anping frowned. He didn't know many of the other martial arts school disciples around him.

"This person is the nephew of the owner of Longyuan Martial Arts School. His cultivation level is at the early stage of Dark Force. He used to be arrogant and domineering."

A disciple stepped forward from behind. He was dressed well and looked like a local from the county town, so he knew something about the place.

Wang Anping said, "Let's carry Junior Brother Zhu to the clinic first."

"Yes!" The two disciples quickly responded, carefully helping Junior Brother Zhu up and walking briskly out of the martial arts hall.

Wang Anping stood there, and he could figure out why these people were targeting the disciples of their martial arts school.

Perhaps because he was implicated, or perhaps because he sensed his master's rebellious intentions, he deliberately came to test the strength of the Chen family martial arts school.

Or were they acting under the orders of some powerful force in the court, like the Military Patrol Division, to disrupt the situation prematurely?

He rubbed his temples. He had only wanted to focus on breaking through to the Transformation Realm and settling his family, but trouble still came knocking.

He turned and walked towards the backyard. It was better to tell his master about this; he couldn't make the decision on his own.