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

It took roughly two weeks to reach Jiànkè City. Most of the time was spent either chatting or playing CC--Cultivator Cards. Wu Jian would have liked to reflect on the Dao of Space, but a certain little girl made that impossible. 


Yu Mao was a rambunctious child who never ran out of things to say and was a constant distraction. He couldn’t quite blame her. She was only nine-years-old. Children like her, who had yet to reach the age where they became adults, were unable to do much cultivating. They could train their physical body and learn martial arts. That was it. It seemed Yu Chenguang and his wives also made her constantly study both martial arts and other subjects like etiquette, history, math, language, calligraphy, and so on. The girl was probably excited about having a break from all that. 


While he did not blame her, nor was he upset, her incessant stream of chatter left him unable to concentrate on his meditations. 
