This Person is Good, This Young Lady Wants Him (Gentlemen, new author seeks readership, or2)

Luo Wendi grew anxious at her words. The Chen siblings before him were practically benefactors to the Green Bamboo Gang; the Chen Family had funneled no small amount of resources into the gang over the years, effectively their patrons.

Even as the master of Black Sheath Hall, no matter how much power he wielded within the gang, he was still just a hired hand. The real say didn't belong to him.

So Luo Wendi waved his hand. A burly man standing at the edge of the building behind him rose and walked toward the densely packed earthen mound.

"Miss, Uncle Chen really knows how to make things difficult for us. Normally, the gang's 'Elite Selection' is meant to scout for new blood with solid physiques and a bit of talent..."

"This Primordial Stance is a top-tier stance technique that the eldest young master brought back from Jinmen. These brothers, who can barely fill their stomachs on a daily basis, won't be able to withstand it..."

Luo Wendi could hardly bear to watch. These were his own men, the fresh blood of Black Sheath Hall. He wouldn't say much else, but at the very least, as the hall master, he had to ensure they stayed alive.

Among these gang members participating in the Elite Selection, very few had any notable talent. By convention, even if they passed the selection, they would only be granted some easy-to-learn stance techniques—

Like the Horse Stance.

The noblewoman addressed as Miss had a sweet smile flicker across her face as she said softly:

"Uncle Luo, you don't need to worry. The Primordial Stance may be hard to get into, but it won't kill anyone. And after this stance technique tempers their muscles and bones, they'll only grow tougher."

The young man beside her chimed in at just the right moment:

"Uncle Luo, don't listen to my sister's nonsense. What did she even learn from studying abroad all those years? She says she went to university—I say it was a pile of manure!"

"Run one more batch. If the numbers still aren't enough, I'll go back and apologize to the old man myself!"

The young man spoke with righteous fervor, waving his hand grandly. It cleared most of the blockage in Luo Wendi's chest. What more could he say? The young master had given the order—he dared not disobey...

Then he announced loudly: "One last batch!"

Though the men of Black Sheath Hall felt relieved, the two "ancestors" beside them had started squabbling again. They were like angry roosters, neither willing to back down.

"Chen Jing, do you want to die?"

"Chen Manqing, let me tell you, don't think that just because you went to some crappy university you can shove your 'philosophy' education down my throat every day. Great Xin doesn't buy into that Western crap anymore!!"

Chen Manqing was so furious she could barely breathe, her chest heaving as she gritted her pearly teeth:

"Don't think I don't know about you sneaking into the bathhouse to peek at female college students. I know everything, and I can let Father know anytime!!"

"Stop, sis, I was wrong..."

"..."

The scene was unbearably awkward. First arrogance, then groveling—thinking about it was almost laughable.

But Luo Wendi had already given the order. There was no taking it back now, and the siblings wouldn't say anything more, since Chen Jing had agreed to it himself.

Luo Bin stepped forward and merged into the crowd, becoming one of the members testing the "Primordial Stance" in this batch.

After Luo Wendi stepped up and repeated the key points he had just explained, the burly man beside him began weaving through the gaps in the crowd, observing everyone's stance and sensing their breathing.

"Breathing too chaotic!"

"Lower body unstable!"

The young man singled out by the burly man's critique felt a surge of embarrassment and wanted to argue: "Master Ruan, I...!"

Boom!

A dull, heavy thud rang out. The young man was kicked a dozen meters away by the man called Master Ruan, the motion fluid and forceful. Luo Bin, while practicing his stance, witnessed it all with his own eyes.

Was this even human?

A team of medics in white coats quickly rushed over from a distance, carrying the young man—who was spitting blood from his mouth—out on a stretcher.

"Hiss~"

The atmosphere among those standing in stance instantly chilled. No one dared to speak again. Their hearts were tense, but they focused all their attention on sensing the rhythm of this stance technique.

From the information leaked in the quarrel between the two noble young master and miss, combined with Luo Wendi's conversation with them, Luo Bin could guess that the day to turn his life around had arrived.

Luo Wendi had appreciated him last night for his ruthlessness and decisiveness, but the fundamental problem that couldn't be changed was that he was now a genuine mud-footed nobody.

As for the cheat "Crimson," Luo Bin still hadn't figured out how to use it.

Based on the xianxia novels from his past life, the protagonists always got this kind of point-allocation cheat. The formula was: start with a bitter backstory, join a martial arts school, shock the master and the pretty senior sister and junior sister, gain resources, and then level up beautifully...

But now it was the third year of the Great Xin Republic. Where was there a martial arts school to join? Noble families stood everywhere, gangs were clashing, warlords were still locked in chaos, not to mention the inexplicable demons and monsters.

In this kind of situation, resources were often the hardest thing to obtain.

In a world built on ordinary people, the extraordinary was a realm beyond their reach...

Perhaps this Chen Family would be a good springboard.

With that thought, Luo Bin's mind became even clearer. His short-term development plan was set: show the "talent" granted by Crimson and attract investment from the Chen Family...?

Luo Bin stood on the grass, surrounded by the heavy, ragged breaths of the other young gang members.

His eyes were half-closed, utterly oblivious.

The qi and blood in his body slowly churned like boiling water, visible in the sunlight as white mist, like sweat vapor rising from a bare torso in winter.

The pathways for qi and blood circulation in the [White Ape Through-Arm Fist] were etched crystal clear in Luo Bin's mind. Following that vaguely similar energy-flow route, he recalled the techniques Luo Wendi had spoken aloud...

He began circulating his blood and qi in the most correct and efficient method of the Primordial Stance.

Although on the "Crimson" display, Luo Bin was listed as an unranked low-level fighter who hadn't even entered the threshold, the surging, swelling sensation within his body right now felt like he could punch a cow to death.

"This kid, his blood and qi are this boiling?"

Master Ruan turned his burly frame to look at the mountain-steady youth on the grass, the sweat on his skin sizzling audibly as it evaporated.

Luo Wendi also noticed this and waved a hand:

"Ruan Pei, don't disturb him. He's just entering the zone right now."

Hearing this, Ruan Pei returned to the stone platform where Luo Wendi and the others stood.

"Uncle Luo, this one's interesting. The Primordial Stance probably won't stump him... He's good material. Can you leave him to me for a few days of training?" Chen Jing said with keen interest, pointing at Luo Bin.

Luo Wendi hesitated slightly. "This... Second Young Master, perhaps observe a little longer..."

Before he could finish, Chen Jing cut him off:

"Uncle Luo, rest assured. This man is still a member of your Black Sheath Hall. I just have a soft spot for talent and want Uncle Jiang to give him some pointers. Once the jade is carved into a vessel, I'll return him to you."

"After all, the Chen Family and the Green Bamboo Gang are one family sharing honor and disgrace. I certainly won't covet your—talent."

Though Chen Jing was young and had a dazzling older brother at home, he bore no jealousy. Instead, he strove to emulate him, studying his brother's conduct, character, and virtues from a young age.

Especially when it came to talent he deemed worthy, lending a helping hand was a common habit.

This trait was well understood by Luo Wendi and the others.

At this moment, it wasn't that Luo Wendi feared Chen Jing asking for the man, but rather that the kid on the grass had only just broken away from the Pei Family yesterday. The Chen Family had been the main driving force behind yesterday's actions against the Pei Family.

If Chen Jing found out, it might breed resentment... That was possible.

Setting all that aside, if he wanted him, so be it. Luo Wendi was about to agree.

A crisp, gentle voice rang out from beside him:

"Uncle Luo, hold on."

Chen Manqing stared coldly into Chen Jing's eyes. "This one is good. This Miss wants him."