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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Xing Zhenya sat inside of a carriage along with her bodyguard. She stared out the window with a bored expression. 


At twenty years old, she was only at the ninth subrealm of the Hunger Realm and didn’t have much hope of climbing higher. Not only was her aptitude for cultivation lacking, but she didn’t have the time to spend on it. Her days were mostly spent traveling back and forth between the Shang Kingdom and the Ming Province. 


She was currently on her way back home with her caravan. 


“How many days have we been traveling?” she asked. 


“Ten, Young Lady,” her bodyguard answered. 


“So it will take ten more days to get home,” she sighed. 


Her bodyguard was a big man with broad shoulders, a large chest, and a full beard. His hair spiked in all directions and crisscrossing scars marred his left cheek. He had supposedly gotten that wound fighting a magical beast, but she didn’t know about the veracity of that rumor. Sitting on his lap was a large axe. 


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