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

"How do you know that Chen Jinghua is definitely a good person?" The old man looked at the girl and said in a lecturing tone:

"As long as Chen Jinghua investigates, he will definitely be able to find out who is plotting the rebellion within a month or two. If he tries to stop it, it means he is with us."

If he doesn't make a move for a long time, it means he's also involved in the rebellion, and then the two of us will have to prepare to die for our country.

Upon hearing this, the girl paused for a moment, then realized what he meant:

"I see... Master, shouldn't we hurry up and recruit a few geniuses?"

Wang Anping failed last time, but I think we can try again.

He was only at the Chen family martial arts school for a short time, so he shouldn't have been involved in those things.

"Hehe, forget it."

Try other people; we need capable people right now, so don't worry about who they are.

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Inside the three-courtyard house, Wang Anping set up his stance in the central courtyard.

"I haven't fully grasped the power of neutralizing force yet, and now I have the perfect opportunity..."

The courtyard of the three-section house was silent, except for the moonlight, which poured down on the bluestone-paved ground and reflected Wang Anping's tall figure.

He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and hands hanging naturally at his sides.

His aura appeared calm and even, but in reality, the internal energy was slowly flowing along his meridians, quite different from the sluggishness of internal energy.

The internal energy is like a surging river, yet it can be controlled at will; every strand of internal energy seems to possess sentience.

The internal energy travels along the bones and meridians, nourishing the flesh and blood throughout the body.

"call--"

Wang Anping slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, lightly touching the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp as an eagle's.

He suddenly lowered his shoulders and elbows, and his right hand clenched into a fist. His fist was taut, and his knuckles turned a light blue. This was the starting posture of the Bengquan (崩拳) basic technique in Xingyiquan.

Unlike when using internal force, this time the internal force was activated without causing any muscle tremors; instead, it was all contained within the fist.

A faint buzzing sound could be heard emanating from deep within the knuckles, like the sound of metal striking stone.

With a series of footsteps, Wang Anping unleashed his Xingyi Steps, his movements as fierce as a tiger pouncing on its prey.

In an instant, he covered a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), his right fist carrying a transformative force as it struck the empty space in front of him.

This punch seemed ordinary, with neither howling wind nor surging air waves.

But where the fist passed, the air was torn apart, leaving a thin gash, and the moonlight on the bluestone slab was slightly distorted by this invisible force.

Even more astonishing was the instant the force of the punch dissipated!

The orange tree by the courtyard wall, three zhang away, suddenly trembled, and its delicate leaves fluttered down.

The neutralizing force can be transmitted through the air, penetrating the void and acting on solid objects!

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Anping's eyes, but he quickly calmed himself and continued to deduce the moves.

He turned his body, his left fist became a palm, the palm wind swirled, transforming the strength of the Bengquan into the ferocity of the Paoquan, his two palms alternately flying, like thunder rolling on the ground.

When unleashing internal force, one must exert all their strength to channel internal energy into the palm in order to deliver a powerful punch.

Under the influence of the transformative force, the internal energy moves as easily as the fingers and arms; with each turn of the palm, a condensed transformative force leaks out along with the palm wind.

The force of the energy landed on the bluestone slab, leaving behind faint palm prints.

The dents were not caused by brute force, but by internal energy penetrating into the stone's texture and etching out marks.

He suddenly lowered his waist, his aura changed, and his figure moved like a dragon weaving through the air, actually the dragon form from the Twelve Forms of Xingyi.

The energy flows through the spine, and with each twist and sway of the body and tail, it is accompanied by a low roar like a dragon's cry.

It wasn't a sound produced by the vocal cords, but rather a resonance of internal energy surging and surging within the meridians.

Under the moonlight, his figure seemed to become illusory, and he was able to avoid his own shadow as he moved around.

The footsteps landed on the bluestone slabs, leaving only a very light touch, no longer the heavy thud of the past.

A master of neutralizing force can deflect force without leaving a trace, concealing their presence.

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Anping transformed from dragon to tiger, lowering his shoulders and extending his claws, the tips of his fingers gleaming with a cold light.

He lunged forward, his claws reaching for the stone table in front of him. His inner energy surged from his fingertips, but instead of directly destroying the table, it seeped into it like fine needles.

With a soft cracking sound, the half-person-high bluestone table, seemingly intact on the surface, was found to be covered with spiderweb-like cracks inside.

If even a little more force is applied, it will shatter instantly.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Transformation Force: it can penetrate the surface of an object and strike directly inside.

It is more lethal and harder to defend against than the hidden force.

He abruptly stopped, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and the turbulent energy around him instantly calmed down, returning to his dantian like a tide, returning to tranquility.

Wang Anping raised his hand and looked at his palm. His palm was glowing faintly, which was a sign of the nourishment he had received after transforming his internal energy.

He gently clenched his fist and then slowly relaxed it, clearly feeling the flow of every strand of internal energy.

You can release it whenever you want, and retract it whenever you want, without the stagnation and waste of hidden strength.

"This is the Transformation Realm..." Wang Anping murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock and ecstasy.

Hidden strength is released from the body, creating momentum through force; transforming strength, on the other hand, is the internal strength returning to oneness, permeating all things.

"Anping, what's wrong?" A voice rang out, and Wang Anping looked over to see that it was his uncle who had heard the noise.

He quickly waved his hand, "It's alright, Uncle, I'm practicing martial arts. Go and rest."

"Oh, alright, alright, you can continue practicing, it's no trouble." The uncle looked apologetic. Although Wang Anping's martial arts practice had woken him up, he showed no dissatisfaction.

There's no other reason than that it's someone else's house.

The uncle nodded, turned around, and went back into the house.

Wang Anping stood there, thinking for a while.

He's at the Transformation Realm now. If he goes to a martial arts school to practice boxing, his true strength will be discovered sooner or later.

If they continue to practice martial arts in this courtyard, whether it's enough or not is another matter, but it's easy to disturb other people's rest at night.

After thinking for a moment, he strolled over to Zhang Cheng's room.

Because no outsiders live there, people rarely lock their doors.

Only my two newlywed cousins ​​like to lock their doors every night.

"Anping? What's wrong? You're still awake?"

Hearing the noise, Zhang Cheng was startled and stood up. When he looked up and saw that it was Wang Anping, he patted his chest.

"You've only been back a short time. I'm asking you, didn't you mention a gang called the Yihe Gang last time?"

Wang Anping had just remembered this gang. He had wanted to take them in as his lackeys, but given his initial strength of only the Dark Force level, he couldn't act rashly.

But now that he has reached the Transformation Realm, whether it's leaving behind an obedient organization to protect his family, finding a place to practice martial arts, or having a steady stream of income, all of these are good options for him.

Even better, having a gang under your command makes gathering information and tracking people much easier in the future.

Otherwise, he would still have to listen to what others say, just like before, which would be too passive!

Zhang Cheng was taken aback upon hearing this, then scratched the back of his head and thought carefully.

"The Yihe Gang? I heard they're almost wiped out now. They suffered heavy losses recently when they fought with two other gangs for territory."

Later, many of their disciples were also poached because they did not exploit the people, and those below them had very low incomes, making it difficult to recruit people now.

I heard yesterday that their gang now only has about twenty people left, and they can only live in the shantytown on the east side of the outer city.

Why did you suddenly ask that?

The other person looked at him with suspicion. He was someone who usually didn't care about anything except practicing martial arts, but today he suddenly asked about other gangs.

"It's nothing, just asking out of curiosity. By the way, if the three of you don't have any work, don't go out. I'll find you some jobs in a while."

Having found out what he needed, Wang Anping turned and walked out the door.

He went back to his room and pulled out a dark black cloth to cover most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

He changed into dark-colored, fitted clothing and lightly stepped out with Xingyi footwork.

His figure leaped out of the courtyard wall like a ghost and sped towards the shantytown on the east side of the outer city.

The night was deep, and the shantytowns outside the city were shrouded in darkness.

Only a faint light shone from a dilapidated courtyard house, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the chirping of insects and the howling of the evening wind could be heard.

Wang Anping landed silently on the low wall beside the courtyard and looked down.

Inside the courtyard, about twenty men sat or leaned against something, looking dejected, with only a few dishes of pickled vegetables and cheap liquor in front of them.

In stark contrast to the ostentatious behavior of ordinary gangs, they were clearly in dire straits.

In the main seat of the room sat a burly man, shirtless, with a faded tiger tattooed on his chest.

His face was tired but still exuded a fierce aura; he must be the leader of the Yihe Gang.

The two men beside him had sallow complexions and unhealed wounds on their arms; they were his two sworn brothers.

He stood on the courtyard wall and observed quietly. As a master of internal energy transformation, if someone deliberately concealed their abilities, he might not be able to easily discern their level of skill.

However, the people in front of him were completely unprepared, and his energy flowed through them with every breath.

One member has reached the Great Perfection of Ming Jin, two are around the Middle Stage of Ming Jin, and the rest are just a few members at the Entry-level.

After taking a look, I found that although the courtyard was not luxurious, it had a huge training ground that could accommodate hundreds of people practicing martial arts at the same time.

"This is really nice, let's take it here!"

Having made up his mind, he acted decisively!

"Bang!" Wang Anping stomped his foot on the low wall, channeling his energy into the sole of his foot, and the tile shattered.

He landed like a boulder at the door of the mud-brick house, kicked open the dilapidated wooden door, and kicked up a cloud of dust.

The noise inside the room stopped abruptly, and the men looked up sharply.

In the chaos, they grabbed machetes and wooden sticks from the sidelines, their eyes filled with vigilance and fear.

"Who the hell came from, daring to trespass on my territory?"

When the leader of the Yihe Gang saw someone trespassing into his courtyard, he slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, barely managing to circulate his internal energy.

The tiger sashimi on his chest looked somewhat forlorn in the firelight, but he forced himself to shout with bravado.

"Brothers, grab your weapons! Even if we're about to be scattered, we can't let ourselves be bullied!"

Several men gritted their teeth and rushed forward, swinging their machetes weakly, clearly having lost their confidence due to days of hardship.

Wang Anping moved with light steps, unleashing his Xingyi Steps, weaving through the crowd, and casually delivering a palm strike with a raised hand.

With each palm strike that landed on the men, a concentrated burst of energy seeped in, dissipating their already weak strength.

Each time he made a move, he deliberately controlled his strength so as not to hurt anyone.

"You've got some skills! Which gang are you from? The Golden Sands Gang? Or the Sand River Gang?" The gang leader's pupils shrank upon seeing this, realizing he had met a tough opponent.

Without hesitation, he clenched his fists and charged at Wang Anping with fierce, powerful force.

Although this punch was still powerful and heavy, it was weaker than a normal Ming Jin Da Cheng (a type of internal strength) punch, obviously because the person was injured while fighting for territory earlier.

In Wang Anping's eyes, such force was still like showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

He didn't answer the other party's question, intending to subdue them first before saying anything else.

Wang Anping neither dodged nor avoided, but slowly extended his right hand and precisely grabbed Zhou Hu's wrist.

The neutralizing force burst forth from the fingertips, instantly piercing through the opponent's skin and flesh, and striking directly at their meridians.

The other person felt a numbness in their wrist, and a strange force spread from their arm throughout their body.

The already weak internal energy within his body instantly became disordered, and he could no longer clench his fist.

With a gentle tug from Wang Anping, he lost his balance and fell to his knees, his knees hitting the muddy ground with a dull thud.

"Master!" Upon seeing this, the other two people in the early stage of Ming Jin simultaneously threw punches at Wang Anping's back.

The initial strength of Ming Jin is weak and feeble, yet it carries a fierce determination to fight to the death.

Without turning his head, Wang Anping lightly kicked with his left heel, sending two bursts of energy shooting out from a distance, accurately striking the knees of both men.

The remaining men in the warehouse were terrified, dropping their weapons and kneeling to beg for mercy.

"Hero, spare our lives! We'll never dare to do it again!"

Our gang is about to disband, we really haven't offended you in any way!

Wang Anping released the gang leader's wrist, looked down at him, and said in a hoarse, low voice because of the blindfold: "I'm not a member of any gang. What's your name?"

Zhou Hu lay on the ground, his whole body aching, and the internal energy within his meridians in complete disarray.

He looked up into the masked man's cold eyes, and fear filled his heart.

He could clearly sense the unfathomable aura emanating from the other party, which far exceeded the realm of Ming Jin, and he had no power to resist at all.

"My name is Zhou Hu. This... I don't know where I have offended this great hero, please tell me."

Zhou Hu stammered out his name, even though he had never met a master of internal energy.

However, upon careful reflection, he realized that only the opponent's technique could be described as "transforming energy".

"Zhou Hu... From today onwards, your gang is under my control."

Continue operating as before and stop exploiting the people.

Don't worry about the other gangs. As long as someone with a skill level above the Great Perfection of Ming Jin intervenes, I will take care of them for you.

There was not a trace of hesitation in Wang Anping's eyes when he said those words.

The main purpose of recruiting this gang is to have them as an ally; it would be pointless if they had to handle everything themselves.

If someone stronger than Ming Jin targets him, he could help eliminate them.

But what's the point if people come to him every day with something to ask?

"This... my Righteous Harmony Gang will obey your every command from now on!"

Zhou Hu dared not hesitate and quickly kowtowed, saying, "I just don't know, what is your name, sir, and where can I find you in the future?"

Zhou Hu was already planning to disband the gang, but unexpectedly, such a master suddenly appeared.

And he also made sure he maintained the gang's original intentions! That's good. If the other party asked him to plunder the people's wealth, he would never comply, no matter what!

Wang Anping nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "From now on, call me..."

He couldn't think of a good name for a while, and after pondering for a while, he thought of the novels he had read in his previous life.

"From now on, just call me Linghu Chong. As for how to find me, you don't need to worry about that."

"From now on, prepare a separate place for me every day. I will come here to practice martial arts every day. If anything happens, just report it to me."

"Yes! I've got it all in mind!" Zhou Hu replied hastily, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

With such a powerful figure backing them up, the Yihe Gang might be able to weather the storm.

His two brothers, enduring excruciating pain, kowtowed in agreement, and the men in the warehouse felt as if they had been granted a pardon, repeatedly agreeing.

Wang Anping swept his gaze across the crowd, his aura of profound skill subtly radiating outwards, an invisible pressure enveloping the entire area: "If you dare to betray me, or fail to perform your duties effectively, you will bear the consequences."

He paused, then added, "I have a sword technique here that I can teach to the most core gang disciples. My people will be in charge of teaching it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hu and the others immediately kowtowed in gratitude, saying, "Thank you, hero! Thank you, hero!"

The disciples around him were overjoyed upon hearing this!

Swordsmanship! They finally have the opportunity to learn martial arts, and for free!

"Thank you so much, hero! Thank you so much, hero!"

Their faces were filled with fervor, and their eyes sparkled!

Wang Anping said no more, took a step with his feet and disappeared into the night.

Only after his breath completely dissipated did Zhou Hu slump to the ground, his back soaked in cold sweat, yet he could not hide his relief.

Looking at his excited brothers, and recalling the masked man's terrifying strength, he knew that the Yihe Gang had finally found a powerful backer.

Wang Anping sped back to his own courtyard, removed the veil, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The weakened Yihe Gang, with no ties to it, was actually easier to control.

They are readily available manpower and can also serve as a base for covert operations.

In addition, their nature of not exploiting the people saved them a lot of trouble.

Who should we send over tomorrow? He thought for a while and decided to send Zhang Cheng.

If you're strong enough and quick-witted, you just need to wear a straw hat when you go in and out.

Moreover, apart from the people at Chen's Martial Arts School, almost no one knew about the relationship between the two, so the risk wasn't too great.

I can focus on practicing martial arts then, and leave the specific tasks to Zhang Cheng. It will be a kind of experience for me.

But the other person is already asleep, so let's talk about it tomorrow!