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

Chapter 93 Misunderstanding

The streets of Gushui County were much more orderly than those of Zhenyuan County. Although the city walls were not high, there were soldiers guarding and checking the city gates.

The city is not large, but the streets are relatively clean, and the shops and restaurants still retain some traces of the peaceful days of the past.

However, most pedestrians looked anxious, with few appearing relaxed.

Wang Anping found a reasonably clean-looking inn with the words "Yuelai" written on the sign.

He left the tiger skin and other items at the counter, asked for a superior room, and then sat down at a table in a corner of the lobby on the first floor.

After days of travel and hardship, a hot meal is what we need most right now.

"Hey buddy, cut five pounds of cooked beef, a fat chicken, and two jugs of good wine, quick!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Seeing that he was travel-worn but had a composed demeanor, the waiter dared not neglect him and quickly responded loudly as he left.

Before long, a large bowl of braised beef, a whole glistening roast chicken, and two jugs of warmed wine were served.

The aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of wine instantly whetted my appetite.

Ignoring the stares of others, Wang Anping tore off a chicken leg and chewed it heartily.

He then drank several cups of hot wine while eating large chunks of beef.

A martial artist with the Transformation Realm has abundant qi and blood, and their appetite is already astonishing. In addition, they have consumed a lot of energy in the past few days. Although their eating habits are somewhat unrestrained, they have a calm and composed demeanor.

There weren't many diners in the lobby; most were traveling merchants and local idlers.

At first, some people saw him sitting alone, eating heartily, and secretly glanced at him.

But seeing his calm and focused demeanor, and his concentration on food, he didn't seem like an ordinary rough man, so I didn't dare to make any comments.

A few sips of hot wine dispelled the chill of the mountains.

At the next table, several men dressed in short jackets, looking like peddlers going from street to street, were talking in hushed tones.

The conversation mentioned "General Who Guards the North" and "Liangzhou".

"—Have you heard? The General Who Guards the North has run into Liangzhou again at Black Stone Beach. This is the third time!"

A dark-skinned man said mysteriously.

"Oh? How's the battle going?" someone immediately asked.

"What else can we do?"

Another thin man spat.

"I heard that neither side gained much advantage, and the corpses were scattered all over the ground. In the end, they all withdrew their troops."

"While our Zhenbei Army is indeed elite, the cavalry from Liangzhou are swift and elusive, especially that Tiezi; his heavy armor makes him a formidable opponent."

"Yes, if this drags on, food supplies and manpower will become major problems."

I heard that the Prince of Zhenbei has issued three urgent orders, urging the rear to expedite the requisition of provisions and new recruits —

The dark-faced man sighed.

"We're considered lucky here, with Misty Peak protecting us. I've heard that the counties further north have been almost completely ravaged."

"This war, I don't know when it will end."

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Several people shook their heads and sighed, the atmosphere becoming somber.

Wang Anping ate his meat while listening quietly.

The General of Zhenyuan clashed with the rebel army of Liangzhou. After three rounds, no victor emerged, and the battle appeared to have reached a stalemate.

He thought to himself that Gushui County was still relatively peaceful.

Perhaps we can rest here for a while, replenish our supplies, and inquire about the more precise route to our destination.

Just as he picked up his wine cup, preparing to take another sip, a series of rapid and chaotic hoofbeats and footsteps suddenly came from outside the inn.

The hall fell silent instantly, all the diners stopped what they were doing and looked toward the entrance with surprise and uncertainty.

A group of about ten soldiers, led by a captain dressed in the uniform of a low-ranking officer with a sword at his waist, stormed in menacingly.

The constable was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a dark complexion, sharp eyes like an eagle, and slightly bulging temples.

His steps were steady and powerful, exuding a fierce aura, and there were faint signs of energy flowing around him, clearly indicating that he was a martial artist.

The soldiers behind him were also all highly skilled, their hands on their sword hilts, their eyes scanning the people in the hall with scrutiny and vigilance.

The shopkeeper hurriedly came out from behind the counter, his face beaming with smiles: "Chief Zhou, what brings you here? Please have a seat, I'll be right there—"

"No need!"

Zhou Dutou waved his hand, interrupting the shopkeeper.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto Wang Anping, who was sitting in the corner, still holding a wine glass.

There was no other reason than that this person was the only one in the entire hall who remained in the same posture after they broke in.

He didn't even turn his head completely; he just glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

That composure stood out starkly against the panicked crowd.

"It's you?"

Zhou, the head constable, spoke in a cold and hard voice as he strode toward Wang Anping's table. The soldiers immediately dispersed, forming a swarm that seemed to encircle him.

"Was it you who entered the city at noon today?"

The diners and staff in the inn were already terrified and fell silent, quietly shrinking back and crowding around the counter or in the corner, not daring to breathe.

His gaze darted back and forth between Wang Anping and the soldiers, filled with fear and curiosity.

The peddlers who had just been discussing the war turned pale and wished they could bury their heads under the table.

Wang Anping then slowly put down his wine glass and picked up the coarse cloth on the table.

He slowly and deliberately wiped his hands and the corners of his mouth, his movements unhurried.

He raised his head to meet Zhou Dutou's piercing gaze and calmly said, "Indeed, it is I. What can I do for you?"

"What can I do for you?"

Chief Zhou snorted coldly and placed his hand on the hilt of his knife.

"Are you from Liangzhou? The document says you are at the mid-stage of Dark Strength. Now the whole of Liangzhou has rebelled. Someone at the mid-stage of Dark Strength should be somewhat useful. How could you not have participated in the rebellion?"

I suspect you're a spy from Liangzhou! Surrender now!

These words caused an uproar in the room.

A spy? A spy from Liangzhou? That's a capital offense!

The way everyone looked at Wang Anping immediately changed, filled with fear and alienation.

The initial awe that might have been generated by his solo tiger hunt was now dispelled by the terrifying reputation of him as a spy, leaving only the desire to avoid him at all costs.

The innkeeper's face turned green. If a spy was found in his shop, he could forget about keeping the inn open.

Upon hearing this, Wang Anping showed no anger or panic at being wrongly accused; instead, he revealed a half-smile.

He understood, of course, that this was probably because the city gate guards had seen his document and reported it to the authorities, and Chief Zhou was eager to make a contribution, or it was simply a routine matter.

In chaotic times, it is not uncommon for people to prefer killing the innocent to letting the guilty go free.

"You jest, sir."

Wang Anping's voice remained calm: "Just because I come from Liangzhou doesn't mean I'm a spy. As far as I know, many sects and gangs in Liangzhou are still resisting the Liangzhou General."

"I am currently just an ordinary martial artist who, by sheer luck, has obtained the qualification to join a sect. That is why I have traveled thousands of miles to visit this mountain and seek a master."

Wang Anping spoke with a very sincere expression, indicating that he would not kill innocent people indiscriminately unless absolutely necessary.

If it makes sense, that's fine; if not, he does know a little about martial arts.

"Hmph, all talk and no action!"

Chief Zhou clearly didn't believe it, or rather, he didn't care to explain himself.

"Whether he's a spy or not, we'll find out when we get back to the yamen! Arrest him!"

He was clearly quite confident in his own abilities and believed that Wang Anping was all alone.

Moreover, just over a month ago he was only at the mid-stage of Dark Force, how could he possibly be a match for someone who has now reached the Great Perfection of Dark Force?

With a final shout, two fierce soldiers pounced forward and reached out to grab Wang Anping's shoulder!

They didn't believe that Wang Anping would dare to make a move with so many people surrounding him!