A Life of Attributes Starting as a Nobleman in the Republic of China Era

"Young Master, it's been a few days since you've seen Master Sun?"

On the way back to the Chen residence, Chen San carefully inquired about the matter from Chen Che while holding the steering wheel.

Chen San was always tight-lipped and never asked about things he shouldn't, so his question this time surprised Chen Che.

"This is a crucial moment for Master to break through the 'Pulse Forging' stage," Chen Che tapped lightly on the car window sill with his fingers. "It's nothing serious, we don't need to disturb him."

"But the Green Gang is no benevolent group, and who knows what kind of ambush might be on the gambling ship. I..."

Chen San glanced at Chen Che's seemingly calm face in the rearview mirror, his voice filled with unease.

"My life and fortune are of little concern to me, Chen San, but if what happened last time were to happen again... Young Master, how am I supposed to explain this to the Master?"

A barely perceptible change of expression flashed across Chen Che's face.

He glanced at Zhao Tiezhu and Liu Hong in the car.

"You've been in my family for thirteen years," Chen Che said sincerely. "In public, you're Chen San; but when no one else is around, I should call you Third Brother."

Liu Hong, sitting in the passenger seat, and Zhao Tiezhu, sitting next to Chen Che, exchanged a smile, which showed that the young master did not treat them as "outsiders".

Chen San tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down a few times.

He didn't respond to that, but simply said in a low voice, "Young Master,"

His voice was deep and resolute, "Whatever you want to do, I, Chen San, will risk my life to follow you. But you have to promise me that you can't get on the 'Green Gang's' ship while Master Sun is away."

The car drove along a section of stone-paved road, bumping up and down a bit.

Outside the window, the street scenes of Nanjing City kept receding into the distance.

"Didn't you notice that the two times I was attacked by men in black, it was both late at night?" Chen Che asked instead of answering.

"That makes sense," Chen San replied after a moment of deep thought.

After the last battle with the "Yao Ren" at the entrance of Fishing Alley, Sun Congzhou told Chen Che about two weaknesses of the "Yao Ren":

First, because the birth chart is entirely Yin, the "Yao Ren" can only be manipulated at night.

Secondly, as long as a way can be found to destroy the "yao order", no matter how powerful the "yao person" is, there is nothing they can do.

This is precisely why he dared to go out openly when Sun Congzhou was not around.

"But, better safe than sorry," Chen San shook his head vigorously. "I still think Master Sun needs to be here."

"Chen San, I know you're worried about me getting into trouble, but this time you haven't thought things through." Chen Che frowned slightly.

"The first two times I was attacked at night, the attackers were both dressed in black and masked. Why do you think that is?" he said confidently.

"Because you're afraid of being recognized?"

"Not to mention Jinling City, or even the entire Jianghuai region, who dares to openly harm the young master of the Chen family?" Chen Che smiled.

"So this time we must go openly and honestly. You tell the Green Gang that I'm going to board their ship tomorrow. We'll do it during the day when there are lots of people around."

"Besides, the Chen family and the Dong family are already in-laws. If I don't go, am I supposed to wait for things to escalate and Father has to deal with it?"

Chen San suddenly realized, but remained silent.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the Chen residence, and Chen San opened the car door.

Chen Che patted him on the shoulder: "Chen San, trust me. Arrange for me to board the ship tomorrow during the day."

Chen San hesitated, then finally gave him a deep look and replied in a low voice, "Yes, young master."

"Also, don't let Dad know."

The Chen family ancestral home has a history of over a hundred years. Through the vicissitudes of time and the changing of dynasties, the Chen family of Nanjing has always survived.

Chen Che looked up at the house's green bricks and gray tiles, his voice soft yet steady, "It's time for me to shoulder some responsibilities for this family."

Chen San was steady and efficient in his work, and the message was delivered to Chen Che that very night.

The Green Gang's reply was quite polite: "Young Master Chen's presence is an honor to our humble abode. We await your arrival at berth number eight of the Sanchahe Wharf tomorrow at noon."

Chen Che held the gold-flecked invitation in his hand, examining it against the light for a long time. The paper was of the finest Jingxian Xuan paper, and the ink was mixed with fine gold powder, giving it a dim, gleaming light under the candlelight.

The sound of the night watchman striking his clapper came from outside the window, "tap, tap, tap," which sounded particularly clear in the summer night mist.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, a series of sharp, piercing sounds came from the training ground in the backyard of the Chen residence.

Chen Che was wearing a single shirt on his upper body and athletic shorts on his lower body, with two heavy lead bags strapped to his calves.

With his hands tied behind his back, he could only use his legs, practicing the 5-star external leg technique "Wind God Guidance".

Liu Hong and Zhao Tiezhu stood panting in front of Chen Che, their clothes soaked with sweat and clinging to their bodies, revealing their muscular build.

With his hands tied behind his back, lead bags strapped to his legs, and fighting two opponents, Chen Che was still holding his own.

"First move: Catching the wind and grasping at shadows!"

The sound rang out, and people moved. Chen Che swayed, like a duckweed scattered by the wind. Although his legs were strapped with lead bags, he was still as fast as a galloping horse.

With a series of quick changes in his steps, he bypassed Liu Hong's grab, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and gracefully moved to Zhao Tiezhu's side.

"Second move, resilient grass in the wind!"

The previous elusive movement suddenly transformed into a fierce and rapid attack, with his right leg kicking out in a series of kicks while carrying the lead bag.

Before one leg landed, another rose up, and the gust of wind forced Zhao Tiezhu to retreat three steps, his arms going numb from blocking.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Che's forehead, but his breathing remained long and even.

He suddenly spun around and leaped into the air.

"The third move..."

Chen Che's figure hovered in the air, his leg shadows spreading out like ink splashed from a calligraphy brush.

In an instant, it seemed as if more than a dozen leg shadows exploded simultaneously within the courtyard:

"The wind swept away the building, leaving only ruins!"

It seemed as if seven or eight turbulent currents were colliding in the space, swirling pebbles and fallen leaves into the air.

Liu Hong and Zhao Tiezhu hurriedly raised their arms to protect their heads, but the whip kicks seemed to have eyes, bypassing their hands and kicking towards their defenseless chests and abdomens.

Each leg movement was like a flurry of blades slashing in a raging storm, both fast and precise.

Liu Hong practiced Northern wrestling, and his lower body was extremely stable, so he could barely stand; Zhao Tiezhu, whose lower body strength was weaker, retreated three steps.

Three breaths later, the leg shadow suddenly disappeared.

Chen Che landed gracefully, his chest heaving violently, drenched in sweat.

Sweat streamed down my forehead, stinging my eyes so much I could barely open them.

He wiped away his sweat and bent down to untie the lead bag.

The lead bag thudded and cracked a piece of bluestone on the ground.

The courtyard was a mess, with pebbles and fallen leaves covering the ground. Liu Hong and Zhao Tiezhu were dressed in tattered clothes, covered in dust, and their eyes were filled with horror.

Chen Che's martial arts foundation comes from the system inherited from the Central Martial Arts Academy.

The five-star "Two Elements Stance" he practices is a superior foundational skill for cultivating internal strength in the National Martial Arts Academy.

The purpose of stance training is to enhance blood circulation and internal strength, making his muscles strong, his internal energy long and deep, and his physique far superior to that of his peers.

The "Divine Wind Technique" he just used is a 5-star external martial art that emphasizes speed and offense at the National Martial Arts Academy.

External martial arts are practical combat techniques designed for the mastery of changing moves at will. Each move has been refined through countless trials and tribulations, directly targeting the vital points of offense and defense.

Both Chen Che's "site" and "external" skills originated from the same source as the National Martial Arts Academy.

The profound internal strength cultivated by the "Two Elements Stance" can be completely absorbed by the fierce moves of the "Divine Wind Guidance".

The techniques and routines of "Divine Wind Guidance" temper his muscles, bones, and internal organs through muscle feedback, which helps him break through the realm of "Two Elements Stance".

The two complement each other, forming a martial arts cycle where the more you practice, the smoother you become, and the stronger you get in battle.