Becoming a Martial Artist

This was Wu Yi's life. It was simple and almost easy. All he had to do was clean and cook. Countless servants all over the world did the same thing quite easily. Wu Yi had even come up with more efficient ways to do the work as fast as he could. He spent the rest of his time doing whatever he wanted.

Wu Yi woke up early in the morning and went behind the house. He had to split firewood.

He picked up an axe and entered the small forest behind the house. There, he looked for a suitable tree and began swinging his axe. He was quite proficient with the axe. He swung it with such skill and love that one would think he was the axe. He had swung a pickaxe from the time he was just three years old. He had become used the the axe and the way it moved through the wind. The way it fell on objects and split them into pieces. He poured all his feelings into the axe. He forgot the reason as to why he was swinging the axe. He simply swung the axe with all his strength and will. Booom, the tree was cut down with one last swing. It fell right next to his feet but he did not even flinch.

He then moved on to splitting the tree into suitable parts that could be used for firewood. He made quick work of the large tree and when morning came, he had finished his work. He then collected the pieces of wood into small heaps for the sun to dry them up. He moved to a small heap of firewood that had already dried up. He picked it up and went back to the house.

There, he cooked breakfast as fast as possible and heated a large basin of water. He lifted the water into the house and took it into the main bedroom. There, the madam of the house was still deep asleep. She had ordered Wu Yi to always have her bath prepared before she woke up. Wu Yi entered the only bathroom in the house and there, he poured the hot water into the large bathtub.

He then began bringing in one bucket of cold water after another until the temperature was just right.

Wu Yu used his right hand to wipe sweat from his forehead. He then knelt on the floor and waited. A few minutes later, Wu Lin woke up and entered the bathroom wearing a flimsy white night dress that hugged her body. She did not care that Wu Yi was inside the bathroom as she dropped her nightgown to the floor revelling at her enticing mature body. Wu Yi saw the night going on the floor but he did not dare raise his head. He kept looking at the floor as the woman began bathing. When she was done, she finally entered the bathtub and completely immersed her body leaving only her head above the water.

Wu Yi finally stood up and moved to stand behind the woman.

He washed her black hair for a few minutes then began watching her back. When he was done, he massaged her shoulders. By the time all this was done, Wu Yi had worked up a sweat.

He left the bathroom and waited in the bedroom. Wu Lin appeared after some time. She was wrapped in a white towel. As she moved, her body gave off a seductive aura. Wu Yi helped the woman in putting on her clothes. When she was finally satisfied, Wu Yi knelt on the floor and waited.

Wu Lin went into her closet and brought out a small bottle filled with small black pills. She opened the bottle and handed Wu Yi a silver pill.

Wu Yi immediately swallowed the pill before his eyes finally calmed down.

To ensure Wu Yi's obedience, the supervisor ad fed him a powerful poison called Night Flower. Wu Yi had to swallow a detoxifying pill every day if he did not want to die agonizingly.

This was the reason why Wu Yi had not tried to escape in two years.

He worked loyally as he slowly schemed to find a way out of his enslavement.

Wu Yi left the room after thanking Wu Lin for the pill and being allowed to live. He went about his work as usual until he was done late in the night. After serving the madam her supper, he went to his small cramped room that also doubled as a storage room. He lay on his bed watching the roof for a few hours before standing up He was now sure that the madam was deep asleep. He opened the small window and jumped out of the house. He went into the forest at the back of the house. In the forest, he walked until he reached a clearing. There, he began swinging his axe around. He swung it in only a single stance. He cleaved the air with the axe over and over again. He had begun the practice of his two years ago. He had overheard an elder of the Lion Heart dojo while he was teaching the new disciples one time.

"For one to enter the path of cultivation, they must have an iron will and the determination to become stronger. The determination to grab the world by the balls and demand that they be given power. This is the way to power for loose cultivators that have no faction backing them up. We are the Lion Heart dojo. We have the Lion Heart skill that can enable every one of you to reach the first stage of cultivation n as long as you have even the smallest bit of talent. You do not have to suffer like those loose cultivators who roam the jianghu like fools searching for inheritance from the ages past. Our Lion Heart skill has been improved on by our glorious ancestors for hundreds of years. It has no errors at all ." the elder was very enthusiastic with his teachings making all the new disciples feel that they had made the right choice.

From these words, Wu Yi concentrated on a few words. It was possible to become a martial artist through sheer willpower and unwavering determination.

Wu Yi was a servant in the dojo and he was not qualified to learn the Lion Heart skill. Since this was the case, he decided to do it as the so-called loose cultivators do it, through hard work, persistence, and a little brain power.

He had thought of what could give him the endless obsession needed to break through and become a cultivator and he had settled on the axe. He had loved wielding the axe ever since he was young. Since he needed a strong obsession, it had to be the axe.

He regretted having lost his small mysterious axe but there was nothing he could do about the issue. The axe had gone missing during the Supervisor's attack on Ma's mansion during which old man Ma was killed. He had hidden the small axe on his chest underneath his robes but when he woke up after the attack, the axe was missing. He speculated that the supervisor had taken it for himself.

Since there was no way he was getting it back from the supervisor, he had chosen the strongest and sturdiest axe around and began his training.

For the two years, he had been practicing the same stance. He swung his axe as though trying to clear the world apart.

He had become stronger by the day his body had become completely fit and muscular.

His physical strength had reached a whole new level and his endurance and stamina had become inhuman.

Shea's, he swung his axe splitting the air itself.

At this moment, he sensed a mysterious energy around his body.

This energy seemed to cover everything in the world. It was everywhere.

The energy rushed into his body that ducked it up like a dry sponge sucking water.

He felt the gym flow throughout his body reaching every nook and cranny.

He felt his body become stronger.

His muscles became more powerful and tougher.

His eyes glowed with power as his body was made anew.

He lolookeat the sky and howled with all his might as his hair moved about wildly.

He felt the axe in his right hand as though it were a part of him. He was the axe and the axe was him.

He could feel a whole new world opening up before his very eyes. This was the world of gods, demons, and devils. A single thought could determine one's destiny.

With the overwhelming power surfing through his human body, Wu Yi intuitively swung the axe once more. Shwaaaaaaa, the single powerful swing cut down ten fully grown trees.

Wu Yi howled at the sky as though he had reached the peak of power.

He had merely taken his first step as a martial artist.