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

Wang Anping and his group followed closely behind and arrived at the ruins of his cousin's mother's house.

Sure enough, several cold corpses were found; they were my cousin's relatives.

Wang Anquan and Wang Anfu rushed forward and carefully collected the remains of their loved one, their expressions filled with unbearable grief.

Wang Anping, along with his eldest and second uncles, stood guard, reassuring the surviving villagers and inquiring about the bandits' whereabouts.

The surviving villagers looked terrified and talked all at once.

The bandits last night were incredibly fierce. After burning, killing, and looting, they left without a trace.

Seeing this, Wang Anping stopped asking questions and could only help bury the body. With a casual gesture, several huge stones shattered instantly. The others then picked up the broken stones and piled them up to build a grave.

Due to time constraints, it wasn't made too elaborate.

After Wang Anping helped, he went to his own yard.

The courtyard was still there, but it was in a mess. He couldn't imagine what a terrible state it would be if his family were still alive.

These people must have come from elsewhere to come to Wangjiawan, otherwise, who in this area wouldn't know Wang Anping? Local forces wouldn't have the guts to do this!

They must have been bandits who roamed around causing trouble.

"What a damn world! None of the lords in the city are coming out to suppress the bandits."

He really hates this world now; it's so hard for a person to even live a decent life.

Maybe one day, while I'm sleeping, I'll suddenly die with a snap.

"Anping, what's wrong?" Zhang Cheng walked over and asked softly.

"It's nothing, I just think these bandits are too cruel. Do you know which bandits are around here?" He looked at Zhang Cheng. Generally, those who can become bandits are not very strong.

The highest level is the Ming Jin (明劲) mastery. If one can reach the An Jin (暗劲) level, no one will easily become an outlaw.

If they wanted to, An Jin could live a good life anywhere; who would risk their life by hanging themselves on their waist?

"This... I don't know, but I imagine they're mostly on the nearby mountains."

It's either Crouching Tiger Mountain, Black Wind Mountain, or Sanlang Mountain.

These mountains are all relatively large, and their locations are good, making them easy to defend and difficult to attack.

If I were a bandit, I would probably choose to set up camp on one of these mountains.

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Wang Anping nodded, and the locations of the mountains slowly began to appear in his mind.

Almost everyone living in Wangjiawan knows these mountains, but Wang Anping's memory is a bit hazy and he's not very clear about them.

But after Zhang Cheng said that, he remembered.

"You stay here and take care of the funeral arrangements. I'll leave for the county town when I get back later."

He gave Zhang Cheng some instructions, and upon hearing this, the other party quickly pressed, "Are you planning to go and suppress the bandits? There are so many bandits; it's probably useless for you to go alone. Why don't we report to the authorities when we get back?"

"Report to the authorities? You're too young. If reporting to the authorities were useful, these bandits wouldn't have even appeared nearby in the first place."

Wang Anping shook his head.

"I'm not stupid. I'll go and see. If things don't work out, I know what I'm doing."

Wang Anping wasn't stupid; he wouldn't just rush off to suppress bandits on a whim.

He will definitely observe the situation first, and he won't force himself if things don't work out.

His life is his own; he wouldn't take it for granted.

"Alright, just be careful. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here."

Zhang Cheng nodded and stopped trying to persuade him.

His opponent was dozens of times stronger than him, and he was confident in his abilities.

Anping nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to walk out of the village.

He stood tall and steady, his aura gradually receding, leaving only a faint, sharp edge that blended into the morning mist.

According to Zhang Cheng, Black Wind Mountain, Crouching Tiger Mountain, and Sanlang Mountain in the vicinity are all places where bandits might be entrenched.

Among them, Heifeng Mountain is the closest to Wangjiawan and has the most dangerous terrain.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Anping headed straight towards Black Wind Mountain.

Black Wind Mountain is a steep and rugged place with rugged and steep mountain roads, overgrown with weeds and full of strange rocks.

After a long while, he saw the gate of Black Wind Village halfway up the mountain. The gate was built of thick round logs, and a dilapidated plaque with the words "Black Wind Village" hung on it.

Two bandits, each holding a steel knife, stood on either side, resting on the rocks with their heads tilted to one side.

Wang Anping quietly circled around to the back of the mountain, found a secluded rock, squatted down, and carefully examined the interior of the mountain stronghold.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, he could clearly see that the mountain village was in complete disarray.

Old weapons and clothing were scattered everywhere, and a dozen bandits were sitting around in the open space drinking and eating meat, making a lot of noise.

His voice was occasionally punctuated by vulgar laughter and curses, and he looked languid and smug.

Judging from their appearance, there are probably twenty or thirty bandits in the mountain stronghold.

Most of them were relatively strong ordinary people, only the leaders had slightly stronger auras, and it was vaguely clear that they were Ming Jin (a type of martial arts).

As for whether there are any masters of internal strength, it has not yet been detected.

Wang Anping had already made up his mind, and after waiting for an hour, he did not discover any new developments.

So he slowly stood up and dusted himself off.

They walked step by step toward the gate of the mountain stronghold without any attempt to conceal themselves.

Since they are just a mob, there is no need to hide too much.

Today, he will completely wipe out this Black Wind Stronghold. Although he has no feelings for this land, he is truly disgusted to see such people!

He would be willing to eliminate such a person as long as it doesn't jeopardize his own safety.

"Halt! Who dares to trespass on Black Wind Stronghold? Are you tired of living?"

A bandit was the first to spot him.

He immediately gripped the steel knife tightly, and shouted sternly, his tone full of arrogance and vigilance.

His gaze was fixed on Wang Anping, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Seeing that he was dressed plainly and alone, the wariness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of disdain.

Wang Anping did not respond, but continued walking inside without stopping.

He remained calm, as if the two bandits in front of him did not exist at all.

"You won't listen to reason, so don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll kill you and feed you to the dogs!"

Enraged by his attitude, the bandit roared and brandished his steel knife, slashing down at Wang Anping's head.

The blade flashed sharply, accompanied by a whistling wind, and its imposing manner clearly indicated that the person had some rudimentary martial arts skills.

Just as the steel blade was about to fall on Wang Anping's head, he slightly shifted his body and moved nimbly.

They avoided the fatal blow as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

At the same time, his right hand sank slightly, and the Bengquan (崩拳) from Xingyiquan (形意拳) was unleashed.

Shoulders and hips move in unison, power originates from the waist, travels through the shoulder to the elbow, and finally reaches the fist.

The punch was as swift and fierce as an arrow, aimed directly at the bandit's chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the fist landed precisely on the bandit's chest, leaving him no time to react.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the round logs of the mountain gate.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and a section of his chest caved in.

His eyes were wide open, his face filled with disbelief. He struggled a few times, then stopped breathing.

One powerful punch shattered his internal organs, killing him instantly.

The commotion instantly alerted the bandits inside the mountain stronghold.

The bandits who were drinking and eating meat stopped what they were doing and turned to look in his direction.

When he saw his companion lying on the ground, and Wang Anping standing at the mountain gate.

An uproar erupted immediately. Everyone glared angrily, gripped their weapons, and surrounded Wang Anping.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to kill someone from my Black Wind Stronghold? He's got a death wish!"

A burly man with a face full of scars, holding a spiked club, was the first to rush out of the crowd and shout at Wang Anping.

He was the second leader of Black Wind Stronghold, possessing the strength of the mid-stage Ming Jin realm. Among these bandits, his skills were considered top-notch.

His face was full of anger and disdain, and he didn't take Wang Anping seriously at all.

"We're killing people from your Black Wind Stronghold." Wang Anping's tone was icy, without the slightest fluctuation.

"Arrogant!" the second chieftain roared, brandishing his spiked club and smashing it down on Wang Anping's head.

The spiked club was incredibly heavy; when swung, it created a whistling sound, its power immense!

If you were hit by it, your bones would be shattered and your tendons broken.

These two leaders were thieves who had been robbing and plundering for years. They were quite skilled and ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Wang Anping remained calm as he stepped out with the footwork of Xingyi Quan, his movements agile and unpredictable.

He easily dodged the attack of the spiked club, while simultaneously gathering power in his right hand and unleashing a Xingyi splitting fist.

The fist was like a knife, powerful and heavy, slashing straight down at the second chieftain's arm.

The art of Pi Quan (劈拳) emphasizes a powerful, fluid, and penetrating force that penetrates to the very core.

Wang Anping channeled his internal energy, concentrating all his power into his fist.

The force of the punches was so fierce that they could even slice through the air.

Upon seeing this, the second chieftain was startled and hurriedly tried to retract his spiked club to block the attack.

But Wang Anping's punches were too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to react.

With a crisp crack, the punch landed precisely on the second chieftain's arm.

His arm was instantly severed, blood gushed out, and the spiked club clattered to the ground.

The second chieftain let out a piercing scream, his face filled with pain and fear.

He stared in disbelief at his broken arm, then looked at Wang Anping, his eyes filled with despair.

Before he could let out another wail, Wang Anping flashed forward and took a step.

He threw another punch with his left hand, landing precisely on his chest with another muffled thud.

The second chieftain coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

In just three moves, the second chieftain, who was at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm, was easily killed by Wang Anping.

The other bandits were terrified when they saw this, and their bodies trembled with fear. They no longer had their previous arrogance.

They retreated one by one, their eyes filled with fear.

Some even dropped their weapons and tried to escape.

They never expected that this young man would be so powerful.

The second chieftain was easily killed by him; he was simply no match for them!

"Run? Today, no one can run!"

Wang Anping quickened his pace and dashed out like an arrow released from a bow.

Who among these people doesn't have blood on their hands?

If they release them today, they'll kill another person tomorrow! It's all a sin!

He moved swiftly, unleashing a series of Xingyiquan moves.

Bengquan, Zuanquan, Piquan, Hengquan, Paoquan—each move is fierce and powerful.

The wind howled with each punch, each strike landing precisely on the bandits' vital points.

As one of the bandits tried to turn and run away, Wang Anping kicked him from behind and instantly caught up with him.

He threw a punch, hitting the bandit in the back, and the bandit screamed in pain.

His body fell forward to the ground, his spine was broken, and he stopped breathing.

Another bandit brandished a steel knife, attempting to ambush Wang Anping.

He dodged to the side, then delivered a powerful punch straight to the bandit's abdomen. The bandit instantly collapsed, coughing up blood and dying.

Another bandit knelt down and begged for mercy, but still couldn't escape his fate. Wang Anping unleashed a powerful punch.

The punch was powerful and struck his head directly, killing him instantly...

Screams rang out one after another, and blood stained the ground of the mountain stronghold.

Wang Anping moved with incredible agility, as if he were in an empty field.

The power and agility of Xingyi Quan were fully displayed in his hands.

His movements were swift and decisive, each move a swift and deadly strike, without the slightest hesitation.

Their eyes were cold and devoid of any pity—these bandits had harmed the innocent, their hands stained with blood, and they did not deserve any sympathy.

Before long, Wang Anping had killed all twenty or thirty bandits in the mountain stronghold.

Only in the main hall of the mountain stronghold remained a middle-aged man dressed in black with a sinister face.

He is Deng Lei, the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, and also the only master of the Ming Jin Great Perfection in the stronghold.

At this moment, Deng Lei's face was deathly pale and his whole body was trembling.

He gripped a long sword tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with fear and apprehension.

He had been hiding behind a pillar in the main hall, watching the scene of corpses strewn across the ground, his heart pounding wildly.

He never imagined that his Black Wind Stronghold would be completely destroyed by a young man.

His own men were all instantly killed by him!

Wang Anping slowly retracted his fist and concealed his aura.

He walked step by step toward the main hall, his gaze fixed coldly on the other person, his tone completely indifferent:

"You're the only one left."

Deng Lei abruptly stood up, gripped his longsword tightly, and shouted with a fierce but weak voice:

"Who...who are you? I have no grudge against you, why did you destroy my stronghold and kill my men?"

"Let me tell you, I know Magistrate Fei. If you dare to touch me, Magistrate Fei will never let you off!"

He shouted at them as he slowly backed away, his heart filled with fear.

They had no courage to fight Wang Anping, so they could only bring up the county magistrate of Fei County in an attempt to threaten Wang Anping.

"County Commandant Fei?" Wang Anping was somewhat surprised. Was Black Wind Stronghold related to Fei Hong?

"So, your Black Wind Stronghold is actually a henchman of Fei County Magistrate."

No wonder you are so arrogant, daring to openly burn, kill, and loot; it turns out you have someone backing you up.

I have a question for you. About ten miles east of the foot of the mountain, there is a place called Wangjiawan.

"Last night was a disaster, was it your doing?"

He became increasingly convinced that Fei County Magistrate must be colluding with these bandits.

It may even be related to a conspiracy by Chen Chaoming and Fei Hong.

"So what if it is?" Deng Lei saw that his expression changed slightly and thought that he was scared, which made him feel a little more at ease.

His tone became more arrogant: "If you know what's good for you, release me now and compensate me for the losses of my bandit gang."

Otherwise, if Magistrate Fei learns of this, he will surely send troops to kill you, and you will be doomed!

"They're doomed?" Wang Anping sneered. After confirming that these people were responsible for the attack on Wangjiawan, his killing intent intensified.

"If I kill you, who will know it was me?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Anping flashed forward and charged towards the other party.

He unleashed a powerful right-hand punch, channeling his full internal energy, the force of which was sharp and accompanied by a whistling sound, heading straight for his opponent's chest.

Deng Lei was startled and quickly brandished his longsword, thrusting it towards Wang Anping's fist in an attempt to block the attack.

However, Wang Anping's punches were too fast and too powerful. Deng Lei's longsword was deflected from its course by the force of the punch just as it was halfway through its thrust.

With a muffled thud, the Bengquan (a type of fist strike) landed precisely on Deng Lei's chest.

Deng Lei felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a boulder, and the internal energy within his body instantly became disordered.

Blood gushed out, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily against the wall of the main hall before sliding down, the longsword in his hand falling to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but found himself powerless.

His meridians had been severed by the force of the punch, his strength completely dissipated, and his eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

"You... your strength... is actually at the Transformation Realm..."

He couldn't believe it even when he died that this seemingly young man was actually a master of internal energy.

No wonder his subordinates were easily killed by him, no wonder he was no match for him at all.

Wang Anping walked up to him step by step, looking down at him: "What exactly is the collusion between County Magistrate Fei and your Black Wind Stronghold?"

Blood kept flowing from the corner of Deng Lei's mouth, and his eyes were unfocused.

He knew he was doomed, and the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a trace of madness:

"I...I won't tell you...Lord Fei...will avenge me...You will not have a good end even if you kill me..."

Wang Anping didn't ask any more questions. He raised his hand and slapped Deng Lei on the head.

Deng Lei's eyes were wide open, and he was completely lifeless.

After dealing with Deng Lei, Wang Anping slowly withdrew his hand.

A glance swept across the main hall and found a wooden box under the head chair. Upon opening it, a considerable amount of gold and silver jewelry was discovered inside.

In addition, there was a letter that vaguely indicated that Fei County Magistrate was colluding with Deng Lei.

They agreed to split the loot equally, and there are even records of Fei County Lieutenant secretly providing Black Wind Village with weapons and food.

It even says on the document that they should come to the city to help Fei Tianyang on his wedding day?

Damn it, if you're going to rebel, just rebel! Why are you hiring bandits? What a disgrace!

Wang Anping was ultimately too young; in his previous life, he was just a corporate slave with little social experience.

Little did he know that this rebellion was not just a simple slogan, but a bloodbath!

After wrapping the gold and silver jewelry in a strip of cloth, Wang Anping set it on fire.

A raging fire engulfed the blood-stained mountain stronghold, and also consumed all the evil.

After doing all this, Wang Anping turned and walked towards Wangjiawan.

He originally intended to clean up the other two bandit dens, but after discovering how these bandits got there, he gave up the idea.

All of this was caused by Fei Hong and his group; a rebellion would surely bring suffering to the people as well.

At this moment, he was somewhat at a loss as to what to do. He couldn't bear to see the people suffering, yet he didn't want to get too involved in the chaos.

He felt like he was being a bit hypocritical.

Perhaps so. After thinking it over, Wang Anping stopped considering these issues; he just wanted to protect his family.

For other things, do them if you have the ability, and just leave them be if you don't.

Before long, Wang Anping returned to Wangjiawan.

Seeing that he had returned safely, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to greet him:

"Anping, are you alright? How did it go? Did you find the bandits?"

Wang Anping nodded slightly, took out some silver from his bundle, handed it to Zhang Cheng, and said in a deep voice:

"I have wiped out all the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold. This is the loot they plundered."

"Give some to the villagers, so they can...buy some food and go hide in the mountains for a while."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, and the surviving villagers gathered around.

He bowed to Wang Anping in thanks, his eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.