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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Severing Time & Space

With her loved ones cheering for her, Wu Meiying could not stop herself from smiling as she walked to the center of the stage. 


“Your friends are quite enthusiastic,” Zhou Lihua said. Even her voice was beautiful and lilting. 


Wu Meiying smiled brightly. “Yes, they are. But you’re mistaken about our relationship.” 


“Jian is the man I am going to marry in the future, and Hou Jingshu is going to become my sister when she marries him too,” Wu Meiying said proudly. 


“So you are both engaged to Wu Jian? I suppose it is natural to be engaged at this age, but aren’t you a little young to be thinking about marriage?” 


“Not at all. Marrying Jian has been my dream for as long as I can remember.” 


Even if she didn’t understand why her feelings for him were so powerful, it did not change how she felt. Wu Jian had been with her for as long as she could remember. He was her light in the darkness, her bastion and haven. She only felt comfortable and save when in his presence. 


Accepting a Loss