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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Hou Jingshu felt bile well up in her throat as she was launched clean into the air. The ice pillar that slammed into her stomach was pushing hard on her abdominal muscles. It felt like her internal organs were being squashed by the incredible force. She forced the bile back down, gritted her teeth, and pushed off the pillar, which continued to soar into the sky. She somehow managed to maintain her grip on her spear. 


She fell toward the ground, her vision blurry as she looked for Mei Xilan, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. Even after landing on the ground in a crouch, she couldn’t find the woman. 


A shadow appeared above her. She looked up. 


A massive ice lotus was descending toward her. 


Hou Jingshu made a split second decision. The ice lotus was traveling too fast and was too big for her to dodge, so she spread her feet apart, channeled as much chi into her spear as she possible could, pulled her arm back, then threw the spear forward. 


Beauty and Brain, Part III