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

It was completely dark.

Dark as ink.

Night fell over the entire county town.

Wang Anping continued practicing his boxing in the courtyard, his Xingyi Quan moves becoming increasingly skillful.

With a whooshing sound, the force of the punch was as solid as steel.

It struck the air with a dull thud, and the aura of internal energy emanating from its body was faintly visible, steady yet sharp.

Suddenly, a series of urgent shouts came from outside the courtyard gate, carrying a hint of panic and urgency.

It was Zhang Cheng's voice: "Brother Anping! That evil spirit is back, and it's causing chaos in the inner city!"

Upon hearing the sound, Wang Anping paused in his punches, and the energy around him instantly receded.

The next second, he suddenly took a step forward.

He leaped across a distance of about three meters in one step and landed steadily at the gate of the courtyard.

With a wave of his hand, a gentle yet powerful energy surged forth, and the courtyard gate creaked open.

He asked with a hint of surprise, "What's going on? Has the evil spirit returned?"

He clearly remembered Chen Zhiyang saying that the evil spirit jumped off the waterfall and fled.

"We have people monitoring several families in the inner city. They just returned with an urgent report that an evil spirit suddenly appeared in the inner city half an hour ago!"

Wang Anping's eyes darkened, and he quickly gave the order:

"Go find Zhou Hu immediately and have him select a few trusted and capable men to rush to my house."

Protecting our beloved family members requires absolute certainty; not a single mistake can be made!

"I'll go to the inner city to check the situation, and see if it's planning to head towards the outer city."

I will return ahead of time to inform you, so please be prepared.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Anping's body tensed slightly, ready to set off at any moment.

Zhang Cheng didn't dare to delay for a moment, and nodded quickly and firmly, saying, "Okay! You must be careful, I'll go make the arrangements right away!"

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry, his steps quick, as if afraid of wasting even a moment.

"Don't worry." Wang Anping nodded slightly. As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and lightly touched the top of the courtyard wall with his toes.

His figure flipped down like a ghost, landing silently, and then he quickly ran towards the inner city.

He was incredibly fast, his figure weaving through the night like a fleeting shadow.

The houses and streets along the way were quickly left behind by him.

at the same time

The inner city was already in chaos, with screams, cries, and the rumble of collapsing buildings mingling together, shattering the tranquility of the night.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and black mist, the black mist being cold and piercing, the aura emanating from the evil spirit.

Even from a great distance, Wang Anping could clearly perceive it.

He rushed towards the scene, following the black mist and screams.

The closer they got, the more agonizing the screams became, and the thicker the black aura grew.

Before long, he ran over following the sound and was surprised to see the Liu family mansion in front of him.

The Liu family home was now a mess, a far cry from its former grandeur.

The courtyard wall had mostly collapsed, and the houses were dilapidated due to the corrosion of the black mist.

The corpses of Liu family disciples were scattered on the ground, and blood stained the bluestone path in front of the gate, a shocking sight.

In the center of the courtyard, a dark figure with a blue face and fangs was wreaking havoc; it was the evil spirit that had returned.

It was tall and large, surrounded by thick black energy, with blood-red eyes and sharp, knife-like nails.

Each swing of its claws was accompanied by a chilling, eerie wind.

Wherever the black mist passed, bricks and stones shattered, and vegetation withered.

Ordinary people were no match for it; one by one, they fell under its claws, suffering heavy casualties.

Beside the evil spirit, several people were attacking it; they were Chen Chaoming, Fei Hong, members of the Sun-style Martial Arts School, the Li family, the Fei family, and the Chen family.

"Kill!" the crowd shouted in unison, their weapons flashing.

The powerful energy surged forth, attacking the evil spirit's entire body.

However, the evil spirit was too ferocious; its black aura could not only corrode internal energy but also withstand attacks from weapons.

It brandished its sharp claws, lunging left and right, the wind whistling through the air.

Each counterattack forced everyone to retreat.

A master of Ming Jin from the Chen family was accidentally grazed on the shoulder by the claws of an evil spirit, and black energy instantly spread throughout his body.

He screamed in agony, his body convulsed, and he died moments later.

The corpse quickly shriveled and was completely corroded by the black mist.

"Damn it, how did this evil spirit get stronger? Quick, surround it! If we don't kill it today, it might cause trouble later!"

Seeing how powerful Xie Chong was, the head of the Sun-style Martial Arts School waved his fists and looked at the others.

Chen Chaoming, Fei Hong, and the others, perhaps afraid of revealing their weakness, attacked with absolutely no restraint.

Moreover, the two deliberately left an empty space in their positions, which was in the direction of the Chen family's residence.

"Stop holding back, show us what you've got!" Chen Chaoming roared, and a fierce tiger seemed to appear behind him.

Wang Anping hid in a dark corner, observing the battle situation with sharp eyes.

He also discovered that the evil spirit was several times stronger than when it was outside the city last time.

The black aura around him grew increasingly dense, clearly indicating that he had received some kind of nourishment.

Ordinary masters of internal strength cannot cause any damage at all.

Even with everyone surrounding them, they could only barely hold them back, gradually falling into a disadvantageous position, and all of them sustained more or less wounds.

"roar--"

The evil spirit let out a mournful roar, its eyes turning even redder, and the black aura around its body surged.

With a sudden swipe of its claws, a powerful gust of yin wind swept towards the group.

Several weaker experts were instantly struck by the yin wind, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily into the broken walls and ruins, spitting out blood.

It suddenly broke free from the encirclement of the crowd and swatted away the Chen family expert in front of it with one claw.

His figure shot off like an arrow, fleeing towards the Chen family's direction.

It moved extremely fast, leaving a trail of afterimages in the night amidst the black aura surrounding it.

"Don't let it get away! Chase after it!"

Seeing the evil spirit rush out towards the empty space he had reserved as planned, Fei Hong was secretly delighted. The Liu family had suffered countless casualties today, and even Liu Wanshan was seriously injured.

The next step is to figure out the strength of the Chen family, then raising this evil spirit will not have been in vain!

He shouted loudly, and then took the lead in chasing after the direction in which the evil spirit had fled.

Seeing the crowd chasing after the evil spirit, they realized that it wasn't heading towards the outer city.

Wang Anping did not follow them, but instead looked at the Liu family's mansion and began to ponder.

"My relationship with the Liu family is now one of irreconcilable enmity. Although they haven't made a move yet, it's impossible that they won't seek revenge in the future."

Wang Anping slowly emerged from the shadows, his gaze sweeping over the Liu family's tragic state, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

His gaze then fell upon a section of broken wall on the west side of the mansion.

A faint aura emanated from there, chaotic yet carrying fluctuations of internal energy, clearly indicating that a master of internal energy was hiding there.

He moved swiftly and silently walked over, only to find himself behind the broken wall.

A middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe was leaning against the wall, his face ashen, and blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

There was a hideous claw wound on his chest, and black energy was slowly spreading from the wound, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

It was Liu Wanshan, the head of the Liu family.

At this moment, Liu Wanshan was on his deathbed, his eyes unfocused, and he was struggling to circulate his internal energy to suppress the black energy on his body and the pain from his wounds. He was completely unaware of Wang Anping's arrival.

He never expected that the evil spirit would be so ferocious.

He tried to stop it himself, but instead of stopping it, he was seriously injured by its claw.

His disciples were almost all killed or wounded, and the once-great Liu family estate was reduced to ruins overnight.

Wang Anping took out a black cloth from his bosom and covered his face, revealing only a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes.

The opportunity was too good to pass up, and he felt it was necessary to kill the other party today. Once Liu Wanshan was dead, his grudges with the Liu family would be wiped clean.

In the future, even if I go out by myself, I won't worry about being ambushed or attacked by others, nor will I worry about them targeting my family.

He could tell that Liu Wanshan was in a certain state at this moment. The fluctuations in his aura were not concealed at all, and he was indeed in the early stage of the Transformation Realm.

Sure enough, these people are all secretive!

But so what?

Now that he is seriously injured, how much strength can he exert? This is the best time to eliminate him!

With that in mind, Wang Anping no longer hesitated.

He walked very quietly and quickly toward the other person.

But Liu Wanshan was, after all, a master of internal energy. Even though he was seriously injured, he still sensed the abnormality. He suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Anping warily, and spoke in a hoarse and weak voice:

"Who? Who's there?"

Wang Anping did not respond, but continued walking slowly toward him without stopping.

The aura of his internal energy gradually intensified, and his cold gaze fell upon Liu Wanshan, filled with killing intent.

Liu Wanshan saw Wang Anping's appearance clearly—his face was covered, but his figure was upright.

He realized the person was someone he didn't know, and a sense of fear rose within him. Forcing himself to stand, he shouted sharply:

"Who are you? How dare you trespass on the Liu family's residence? Do you know who I am?"

"I am Liu Wanshan, the patriarch of the Liu family. If you dare to harm me, the Chen family and Longyuan Martial Arts School will never let you get away with it!"

"Liu Wanshan?"

Wang Anping finally spoke, his voice low and cold, with a hint of sarcasm, "Now the Liu family is reduced to ruins, and its disciples have all died or been injured."

You can't even protect yourself, yet you dare to threaten me with the Chen family and Longyuan Martial Arts School?

Liu Wanshan's expression changed, and the fear in his heart intensified.

He could sense that Wang Anping's aura was even stronger than his own at his peak.

He was clearly a master of internal energy transformation, and his strength far surpassed that of himself.

He forced himself to stand up and circulate the last bit of energy he had left, trying to get up and fight back.

But as soon as he moved, a sharp pain shot through his chest wound.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously, unable to move at all.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

Liu Wanshan's voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"Who are you? Are you Chen Chaoming? Or Fei Hong?!"

You can't kill me! Your plans to rebel have been exposed.

We can talk things over, and we can work together.

My eldest son practices martial arts in Qingshan City. If he kills me, he won't let you off the hook!

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Anping suddenly flashed and rushed in front of him in an instant.

"Shut up! You're about to die and you still have so much to say!"

With a slight downward movement of his right hand, the Bengquan (崩拳) from Xingyi Quan (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.

He unleashed his full power, his fist striking with steel-like ferocity, aiming straight for Liu Wanshan's chest.

Liu Wanshan was shocked and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

He could only muster all his strength, channeling the last bit of energy he had left into his chest.

However, he was seriously injured and his strength was extremely weak, so he was unable to withstand Wang Anping's Bengquan (crushing fist).

With a muffled thud, the fist landed precisely on Liu Wanshan's chest.

It instantly shattered the last remaining energy in his body and ruptured his internal organs.

Liu Wanshan let out a piercing scream and his body went limp as he collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and the despair in his eyes grew even stronger.

He stared intently at Wang Anping, his voice hoarse as he roared:

"Xingyi Quan... Chen Chaoming... It really is you, my son... my son Liu Jianghe will avenge me..."

Wang Anping looked down at him, then raised his hand and punched Liu Wanshan squarely on the head with a crack.

Liu Wanshan's head shattered instantly, his eyes wide open, and he was completely lifeless. The aura of his internal energy dissipated completely.

After dealing with Liu Wanshan, Wang Anping slowly withdrew his fist.

"Murder and arson bring wealth; since we're already here, we might as well loot everything!"

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood and debris from his fist, his eyes showing no emotion, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He tugged at the black cloth covering his face to make sure it was properly concealed, then glanced around.

Every member of the Liu family who was still breathing went to pursue the evil spirit and would not return anytime soon.

With a swift movement, he headed deeper into the Liu family mansion.

The road was littered with broken walls and ruins, with scattered weapons, clothing and corpses intertwined.

The smell of blood and black smoke mingled with the stench of smoke, creating a pungent and unpleasant odor.

Wang Anping kept his eyes straight ahead, his steps light and cautious, avoiding obstacles on the ground, and headed straight for the Liu family's main courtyard and study.

The valuables and secret manuals of large families are mostly hidden in these two places.

The main hall of the courtyard had long been corroded by black mist and was in a dilapidated state. Tables and chairs were broken and scattered all over the ground, and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls were burned and incomplete.

Wang Anping bent down to search, his fingertips brushing against the scattered debris.

Soon, they found a locked wooden box at the bottom of a damaged rosewood cabinet.

With a slight exertion of his fingertips, a surge of energy burst forth, and with a snap, he broke the lock and opened the wooden box.

Inside were a considerable amount of gold and silver jewelry, banknotes, and several bottles of healing pills.

These silver notes are worth about a thousand taels, while the gold and silver are only a few dozen taels.

This was clearly not the Liu family's entire fortune, but there was nothing he could do; he couldn't possibly find the Liu family's warehouse and empty it all by himself.

He didn't linger and casually stuffed the wooden box into his pocket.

He then turned and walked toward the study, which was less damaged than the hall.

Most of the bookshelves were overturned on the ground, with books scattered everywhere, many of them blackened and damaged by the smoke.

Wang Anping squatted down and patiently searched through the items.

His fingertips touched a recess behind the bookshelf, which tilted over, revealing a hidden compartment in the wall.

The hidden compartment was concealed by a wooden board, and it would be impossible to find without careful searching.

A slight movement flashed in Wang Anping's eyes. He raised his hand and moved the wooden board aside, revealing a dark blue brocade box in a hidden compartment.

The brocade box is embroidered with intricate Bagua patterns, and the edges are somewhat worn, indicating that it has been stored for a long time.

He carefully took out the brocade box, opened it, and found that there was no gold or silver jewelry inside, only a thread-bound ancient book.

The cover was made of high-quality kraft paper, with six large characters written on it in vigorous and powerful handwriting: "Liu's Bagua Palm".

The handwriting is simple and unadorned, carrying a sense of the weight of time.

Next to the ancient book, there was also a yellowed drawing.

It contains diagrams of Baguazhang moves, with detailed notes on key points for generating power.

Wang Anping was overjoyed and quickly picked up the ancient book and opened it.

The opening section contains the essential principles of Baguazhang, written in neat handwriting, detailing the origins of Baguazhang and the operational path of its principles.

The following is a complete set of moves and instructions, accompanied by diagrams on the blueprints, which are easy to understand yet profound.

Baguazhang emphasizes the principle of roundness, using softness to overcome hardness, and avoiding the strong and attacking the weak.

It is completely different from the fierce, direct style of Xingyi Quan that he practices, and it complements it perfectly.

He flipped through the pages quickly, secretly admiring them.

The Liu family's ancestral Baguazhang is indeed as good as its reputation suggests.

The mental techniques are exquisite and the moves are rigorous. If one can thoroughly understand them, they will surely inspire one's own Xingyi Quan.

"I never expected to find such a good thing."

Wang Anping muttered to himself, a rare smile appearing on his face.

He then carefully put the ancient books and illustrations into a brocade box in his bosom and kept it close to his body.

He searched the study for a while longer, making sure he hadn't missed anything of value, then got up to leave.

Just then, faint footsteps and shouts came from afar, though distant, they were still clearly audible.

Clearly, those who were chasing the evil spirits are about to turn back.

"So fast? Did the evil spirit escape?"

He muttered to himself, then moved swiftly and ran towards the back door of the study.

Just outside the Liu family compound, after circling around a few times, Wang Anping removed the black cloth from his face and headed towards the location of the Chen family.

He was curious: had the evil spirit run away, or was it dead?

As soon as he arrived, a familiar figure came to greet him.

"Junior brother? What brings you here?"