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

"In my master's words, the path to mastery in martial arts is like climbing a mountain." Sun Congzhou's voice carried an obvious respect when he spoke of Li Jinglin.

"When you're climbing a mountain, all you can see is the road ahead. The peaks are so high they're like clouds, you can't even see them."

Chen Che had been squatting in the stance all morning, and his stomach was already growling with hunger. He ate a piece of salted duck and ate a mouthful of rice: "Realm? Master, please explain it to me properly."

Sun Congzhou smiled and carefully explained the threshold and progress of martial arts to Chen Che.

He was so busy talking that he barely ate anything, only drinking a few bowls of Ganoderma lucidum and Cordyceps soup.

It turns out that the initial stage of martial arts is divided into three progressively challenging stages: skin training, bone strengthening, and tendon strengthening.

Each key point requires a stance training method and an external training method as a foundation.

For example, Chen Che has already achieved a certain level of proficiency in "Meridian Stance". When he has another external skill as a foundation, his body will naturally initiate an attack on the "skin training" key points.

If successful, Chen Che will automatically enter the "Skin Refining" stage, and then, by improving his proficiency in stance training and external martial arts, he will attempt to break through to the "Bone Forging" stage.

If you fail, you must start practicing new stance training and external skills again to launch another attack.

Once you successfully break through the "skin training" barrier, you can be considered a qualified "martial arts practitioner".

"Master, what level of physical fitness is generally expected of martial arts performers?"

"His physical strength, speed, and defense are more than five times that of an average person. If it really came down to a fight, a dozen or so ordinary people wouldn't be able to get close to him."

"Can it stop bullets?" Chen Che unconsciously touched his chest, wanting to know what level his adversary had reached.

"People who practice martial arts are still made of flesh and blood and cannot stop bullets. But when they reach a higher level of martial arts and enter the realm of 'Martial Venerable' or above, ordinary firearms will not be able to cause much damage."

"Martial Venerable? How long does that require cultivation?"

"The further you progress, the harder it becomes to break through the bottlenecks. Among ordinary people, only two or three out of ten can break through the strong tendons," Sun Congzhou said in a deep voice. "Without some major opportunity, many people will never reach the 'Martial Venerable' level in their entire lives. Someone with your talent and the ability to afford the medication might have a chance to break through in thirty years."

"Thirty years?" Chen Che stood up excitedly. The man in black dared to attack him in Jinling City, the Chen family's stronghold. If Sun Congzhou hadn't been there, he probably wouldn't have survived for even three months.

Sun Congzhou was somewhat surprised by Chen Che's overreaction and asked, "Nephew, why are you reacting so strongly? Is there something you're having trouble saying?"

Chen Che sighed deeply and recounted his encounter with the man in black on that rainy night in detail.

Sun Congzhou has been in Nanjing for over a month since he arrived from Tianjin. Chen Che doesn't know when Sun Congzhou will leave, so this is a good opportunity to keep him here.

Sun Congzhou frowned, listening carefully to Chen Che's description while asking some questions.

In this world, those at the "Martial Venerable" level are mostly inner disciples of prestigious sects like him, or red-pole-level thugs in the underworld.

This is no joke.

"Nephew, don't worry. I'll stay in Jinling with you for the time being. We'll discuss the rest after I report to my master," Sun Congzhou said slowly after a moment's thought. "Come, let's begin practicing our external martial arts!"

......

Ten days later, the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness.

In the back hall, in the open space in front of the artificial hill, there were three armchairs, where Chen Qichuan, Madam He, and Sun Congzhou sat respectively.

Several maids and servants surrounded him, while a few guards from the side courtyard also poked their heads out, chatting and laughing as they watched curiously.

It was hot, and Chen Qichuan, who was a bit chubby, was covered in sweat. He Shi was carefully wiping his face with her hands, but her eyes were fixed on Chen Che, who was standing in the middle of the open space, with a smile.

Sun Congzhou nodded to Chen Che.

Chen Che took off his long robe, revealing a short-sleeved outfit.

He first clasped his hands in a salute to the faint light of dawn in the east. This was a rule taught by Sun Congzhou, who said that there is heaven and earth in fists and feet, and one must show respect before making a move.

The starting stance is "straight to the point," with both palms flipping out from under the ribs like pushing open two doors, the edges of the palms carrying a gust of wind. Immediately afterwards, the right leg steps forward half a step, landing firmly as a post, and the left fist punches straight out with the twisting of the waist: "Black Tiger Strikes the Heart."

The routine was getting better and better. Chen Che's fists alternated like drums, which was the "Arhat Chain"; then he retracted his fists and raised his knees, standing on one foot like a crane. Then his foot slammed down, and his left leg swept out in a half arc: "Vajra Falls to the Ground". With a "whoosh" sound, the dust that had accumulated last night was swept into a fine mist by the leg wind, and even the blue bricks under his feet seemed to jump.

"Che'er is so great!" Madam He stood up, clapping her hands and laughing happily.

The servants clapped and cheered, partly to show the master and mistress, and partly because they genuinely felt that the young master, so full of vigor and spirit, was completely different from the good-for-nothing playboy he had been a month ago.

Chen Qichuan smiled and whispered to Sun Congzhou while repeatedly bowing. Ever since his precious son became Sun Congzhou's apprentice, he had stopped drinking and going to brothels, and now went to bed early and got up early every day; he was practically a different person.

Chen Che finished his practice and was wiping the sweat from the back of his neck with the damp towel handed to him by Xi Yu when he suddenly felt a contraction in his dantian and a feeling of nausea.

It's like something that's been sealed away for too long, trying to break free from its first mud seal.

Chen Che's skin was like a layer of extremely thin, extremely tough transparent gel, seeping out from deep within every pore and slowly covering his entire body.

This substance quickly integrates with the epidermis, giving the skin a subtle, understated sheen, similar to that of glazed porcelain.

"Skin training?" Chen Che was somewhat surprised, not expecting that he could enter the first level of martial arts so quickly.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but sweat still seeped into his palms.

Summoning panel.

Name: Chen Che

【Life: 1.5】

【Strength: 2.0】

【Speed: 2.0】

【Spirit: 1.5】

[Stance Training: Meridian Stance: Proficient (Blue)]

External Kung Fu: Shaolin Fist: Slightly Accomplished (Green)

[Talent: Heaven rewards diligence (breakthroughs in cultivation realms will never fail)]

Free attribute points: 0.2

This time, the gray that had covered the power and speed disappeared.

It seems that attributes also have bottlenecks, which will be continuously broken through as one's martial arts realm improves.

Of course, what excited him the most, and almost made him exclaim in surprise, was that newly revealed talent.

God rewards hard work.

He suppressed the surging joy in his heart, took a deep breath, and used his consciousness to hide the light screen in front of him.

His face remained calm, as if it were just a moment of tranquility after finishing his practice.

No one saw that his hand, hanging by his side, had fingertips that were slightly white from the force he was exerting, as if he were tightly grasping a ray of light that fate had quietly handed him.

"Chen San, go and spar with the young master." Chen Qichuan saw Chen Che's Shaolin boxing skills were impressive and wanted to see his son's actual combat skills, so he said to Chen San, who was serving him.