Wu Jian comes from a small clan eking out a living in the countryside. Despite being the clan heir, he is bullied for being cowardly and weak. In a world where the strength of a person's cultivation determines their lot in life, weakness is not allowed, and those who possess it are often stamped out.

But Wu Jian doesn't want to remain weak. He doesn't want to stay a coward. He wants to be strong.

Witness the rise of one young man who, with the help of his childhood friend, will face adversity, forge new bonds of love and friendship, and gain the strength needed to protect his loved ones and find meaning in his life.

It all begins here.

[Disclaimer: This is an addictive, slow-burn harem story about a hard-working protagonist who wants to get stronger for the people he loves. If you're sick and tired of reading the same old cultivation stories about OP MCs who never work for their power, this novel will give you new life. You will laugh, cry, scream kawaii, and probably curse the author every so often. Prepare for everything from slice-of-life to action/adventure to epic battles and political machinations and everything in-between!]
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“What do you think, Wu Yōushì? I know he is your son, but surely you won’t play favorites by going easy on him and his… friend.” 


The way Wu Wei said “friend” as if it was a curse caused Wu Jian to frown, but he held his tongue and remained where he was. As he watched the proceedings with his head still bowed, he caught his mother staring at Wu Wei with pursed lips. She was watching the man like a hawk. 


I wonder what Mother is thinking about… 


Father breathed in, held it, then breathed out. “Considering their age, lashes would be inappropriate, and do not forget that a precedent has already been set. Five years ago, your grandson committed a similar crime and got off with one month of confinement. Since that was your grandson’s punishment, I believe a similar punishment will be fitting for this occasion as well.” 


Wu Wei did not look satisfied by this decision, but he sucked in a breath, reclined back in his chair, and let all the air out of his lungs with a sigh. 


The Punishment Should Fit the Crime, Part II