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

Chapter 95 Panel Changes, Birthday

The residence of County Magistrate Zhao is located in the southeast corner of Gushui County, a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, and is a courtyard with three entrances and three exits.

Although not as luxurious as a mansion, the pavilions, terraces, rockeries, and ponds are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

The furnishings were quite elegant, showing that its owner was not a vulgar warrior who only pursued power, but also had a certain literary and cultural background.

As Wang Anping followed Zhao Zhongkun into the mansion, stewards and servants were already waiting to greet them.

While instructing that the best guest room be arranged, Zhao Zhongkun personally led Wang Anping to the main hall for tea.

Just as they turned through a moon gate, a young girl walked gracefully down the corridor ahead, accompanied by a young man in brocade robes.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a pale yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a moon-white half-sleeved garment over it, and a light green silk sash around her waist.

Her hair was as black as clouds, styled in the currently popular double-loop bun, and adorned with a small pearl hairpin that swayed slightly with her steps, shimmering with light.

She was extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, and features as exquisite as a painting. Her eyes, in particular, were clear and bright, and seemed to sparkle with starlight as she looked around.

At this moment, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she was looking at Wang Anping with a hint of curiosity and inquiry.

Sunlight streamed through the eaves, bathing her in a soft glow, revealing a youthful vibrancy amidst her tranquility.

The young man in brocade robes beside her was in his early twenties, tall and handsome, but his eyes held an undisguised arrogance and scrutiny.

He was dressed in a royal blue brocade robe and had a long sword at his waist, clearly indicating that he was also a martial artist, with a cultivation level of around the early stage of internal strength.

At this moment, his gaze was fixed on Wang Anping, and when he saw Zhao Zhongkun personally accompanying him and being unusually polite, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Father."

The girl's voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley. She gave Zhao Zhongkun a graceful bow, but her gaze couldn't help but drift towards Wang Anping with a hint of curiosity.

"Yue'er, Yun Shu, you've come at the perfect time."

Zhao Zhongkun smiled and waved: "Come and greet Young Hero Wang. Young Hero Wang, this is my daughter Qingyue."

This is my nephew, and also Yue'er's cousin, Lin Yunshu.

Zhao Qingyue gracefully curtsied and said, "Qingyue greets Young Hero Wang." Her voice was clear and her movements elegant, revealing the refinement of a lady from a noble family.

Lin Yunshu simply cupped his hands in a casual gesture, his tone carrying a barely perceptible air of indifference: "Lin Yunshu greets Brother Wang."

He emphasized the title "Brother Wang," and looked Wang Anping up and down, as if trying to discern what was so special about this young man who had been personally led into the mansion by his uncle and treated with such courtesy.

He was arrogant about his family background and his talent, which were considered top-notch in Gushui County and even the surrounding area. He also harbored some feelings for his cousin, Zhao Qingyue.

Now, seeing a boy of the same age suddenly appear who is so highly regarded by his uncle, he naturally felt a little uneasy.

Wang Anping remained calm and returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Wang Anping greets Miss Zhao and Brother Lin."

Zhao Zhongkun took in his daughter and nephew's expressions but didn't point it out. He smiled and explained to Wang Anping, "Young Master Wang, my daughter Qingyue and nephew Yunshu are going to Misty Peak together to try their luck."

Qingyue has decent talent, and Yunshu is also one of the best among the younger generation of my Lin family. You are of similar age, and traveling together in the future will allow you to look after each other and exchange ideas.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yunshu's arrogance intensified. He straightened his back slightly and declared loudly, "Uncle, rest assured, Yunshu will definitely protect my cousin. As for my brother—"

He turned to Wang Anping, a smile playing on his lips: "If you need any help along the way, please feel free to ask."

This sounds polite, but it actually implies: I'm the key player, and you need to be taken care of.

How could Wang Anping not sense the young man's spirit? He simply smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing: "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Lin."

Zhao Qingyue blinked her expressive eyes and asked curiously, "Father, is Young Hero Wang also going to Misty Peak?"

May I ask where Young Hero Wang studied under? Young Hero Qingyue possesses an extraordinary bearing; he must be from a prestigious family.

She was quick-witted and noticed that her father's attitude towards this person was unusual, so she spoke to him with more intimacy and inquiry.

"Ahem," Zhao Zhongkun coughed lightly and mumbled, "Young Master Wang is—well, a talented individual who has been cultivating in seclusion, and he is also going to Misty Peak this time."

"You young people can discuss the specifics on the way."

Knowing that Wang Anping probably wouldn't want to talk about his background, he smoothed things over and changed the subject: "Young Master Wang has had a long journey. I have already ordered someone to prepare a small banquet to welcome you back."

"Yue'er, Yunshu, you two come too, and keep Young Master Wang company."

Zhao Qingyue obediently agreed, her gaze towards Wang Anping showing even more interest.

Although Lin Yunshu was somewhat resentful, she could only agree to her uncle's words.

However, the way he looked at Wang Anping was more scrutinizing and subtly competitive.

Wang Anping observed all of this with a calm and unwavering heart.

Zhao Qingyue was indeed bright and beautiful, and Lin Yunshu's youthful spirit was quite ordinary.

His destination was Misty Peak, and he only met companions along the way for convenience and information.

As long as the brother and sister don't deliberately cause trouble, he's happy to have some peace and quiet.

The banquet was held in a small pavilion by the water in the backyard.

During the meal, Zhao Zhongkun intentionally or unintentionally brought up the situation in the Northwest, the rumors about Piaomiao Peak, and some matters that needed attention, clearly providing information to Wang Anping.

Zhao Qingyue occasionally interjected, deliberately asking about her insights on martial arts cultivation.

Wang Anping didn't mince words; his answers were concise yet often hit the nail on the head.

Zhao Zhongkun nodded in approval, and Zhao Qingyue's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration.

Lin Yunshu, however, felt increasingly uneasy as she watched her cousin become more and more interested in Wang Anping.

Several times, I tried to steer the conversation toward my areas of expertise or to show off my family background and knowledge, but Wang Anping’s nonchalant attitude, as if nothing bothered him, kept me from doing so, making the meal rather frustrating.

After the banquet, Wang Anping was led to a quiet and elegant guest courtyard to rest.

The courtyard is neither too big nor too small, making it suitable for practicing martial arts.

He closed the door, shutting out the outside light and his thoughts, and slowly assumed a Xingyiquan stance, recalling the events of the day in his mind.

Zhao Zhongkun's enthusiasm for making friends, and Zhao Qingyue's intelligence and curiosity.

Lin Yunshu's subtle hostility —

"Misty Peak————"

He murmured the name, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

After a few days of rest, once Miss Zhao is ready, we can set off.

As for that cousin Lin—as long as he's not in the way, let him be.

He shook his head, and his fist began to move slowly.

He's been busy traveling these days, and only during his rest time has he had a chance to practice his boxing.

I've been out for about ten days now, but my proficiency hasn't increased much.

He was going to rest here for a few days and planned to take this opportunity to catch up on his progress.

Xingyiquan!

Five Elements Fist!

Twelve Forms Fist!

Each move was extremely powerful, and every punch had a specific form, as if Xingyi Quan had subtly collided with Wu Qin Xi.

He had a feeling that once Xingyi Quan broke through to the next level, something strange might happen!

[Destiny Leads to Divinity! One Certificate, Eternal Proof]

[Host: Wang Anping]

Age: 18

[Xingyiquan 1023/5000 Neutralizing Force]

[Five Animal Frolics 75/2000 Hidden Strength]

【Breaking Edge Eight Cuts 537/1000 Ming Jin】

Martial Arts Realm: Transformation of Internal Strength

Upon opening the proficiency panel, he suddenly noticed that his information had changed!

The original 17 became 18?

He remembered that there was no change when he checked yesterday, so it seems that today is the original owner's birthday?

Meanwhile, in Zhenyuan County, thousands of miles away.

Wang Anping's mother cooked a bowl of longevity noodles and placed it on the table, while she stood blankly in front of the table.

"Life is getting better and better, but I'm afraid we'll see our son less often in the future."