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

Wu Jian looked back at the corpse. He hadn’t realized it was such a powerful magical beast, but it had definitely been strong. If he hadn’t been a practitioner in the Dao of Space, there was no way he would have been able to defeat it. He would have died ingloriously and all his ambitions would have ended here. 


I might have still died if it wasn’t for Yōuměi. Several of those attacks would have killed me if not for her. 


Speaking of, Yōuměi was currently staring at the Hell Ape’s carcass with something of a ravenous look. He’d never quite seen her appear so… hungry? Was she hungry? Did she want to eat the Hell Ape? He knew magical beasts ate each other all the time, and they weren’t the same species so it wasn’t like this was cannibalism or anything, but it still surprised him to see her appear so ravenous. 


The head elder… what was his name again? Ma Zedong? He was also staring at the Hell Ape, though his expression was contemplative instead of hungry. 


Harvesting