Li Da Niu was a man who remembered kindness. Every so often, he would go to the little bamboo house to help Ye Xiao Luan chop wood, fetch water, turn the soil, and plant crops. Sometimes, he would take his woodcutting saber into the nearby mountains to hunt game for Ya Ya.
When there was nothing to do, he stayed in his little courtyard and practiced his saber over and over.
He had never told Ye Xiao Luan that he hadn't come as a refugee. Demonic Calamity had struck his hometown. His father, uncle, eldest brother, and second brother had fought to the death, only managing to help him escape.
He had never forgotten any of it. He would return and slay demons to avenge them!
But he was only an ordinary farm boy. His family had been destroyed, and he had no money to join a Martial Arts School and learn martial arts.
So all he could do was take up the only weapon he owned, his woodcutting saber, and practice the clumsiest way possible, hacking away one stroke at a time.
He had heard the village storyteller say that, in the earliest days, humans had been nothing but food for the Demon Race. Though they were clever and could make all sorts of interesting things, they had known nothing of combat.
The arts known as martial arts had all been developed as people fought the Demon Race and trained day after day, gradually accumulating experience, learning, and drawing conclusions.
If he couldn't afford to learn martial arts, then Li Da Niu would train on his own.
He knew very little, so every day he practiced the simplest movements: swinging his saber and chopping. He worked at it without pause until his arms went numb and he could no