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 other students’ testing did not last nearly as long nor were they as fierce as when Wu Jian fought Yu Chuanguang. Yong Hai had done decently well in his sparring bout. He had seemed rather determined. Wu Jian wondered if maybe seeing his spar had lit a fire under his bum. The young master of the Yong Family seemed like the kind of person who hated losing. 


Once every person had been tested with a sparring match, the instructors and Yu Chuanguang had congratulated them. 


“You have all done well. Do not worry. From here on out, the Shang Kingdom Imperial Academy will ensure that you gain the strength to defend your family and your nation.” He paused here. “Now, look at your tablets. The number on them should have changed.” 


Wu Jian and everyone else glanced at their tablets to find that, indeed, the number was now different. His said 2 325. He looked back up just as Yu Chuanguang began explaining. 


The Inner Court