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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The auction continued. Items were brought out, auctioned off, and sold for exorbitant prices. At least, they did to Wu Jian. Huǒ Shuchang didn’t bat an eye at some of the prices these items sold for. 


Since the auction had been going on for several hours, the servant girl brought them some food, a smorgasbord of noodle dishes. Wu Jian vaguely recalled Emperor Hou Jun once talking about how noodles were considered a delicacy in the Ming Dynasty. These ones were cold noodles, and their thick cut allowed them to absorb the flavor of the soup they were in. The medicinal seasonings were also muted, which allowed him to enjoy the flavors more. 


The Yang Fire Flower ended up selling for eighty thousand spirit coins. That was more money than Wu Jian had ever seen in his entire life. It wouldn’t have sold for that much if one of the people attending the auction hadn’t been an alchemist who needed that particular item, and now Wu Jian had more money than he knew what to do with. 


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