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 felt his lungs chill over the moment he breathed in the icy mist. He didn’t know what this technique was called, but it was more than just a smokescreen. It felt like frost was gathering inside of his lungs and slowly spreading through the rest of his body. 


He tried to disperse the mist by firing off several spatial blades, but they didn’t do anything. Spatial Severing could cut through any known substance. This mist, however, was like a type of gas. Yeah, he could cut through it just fine, but more gas would fill the void to take its place. 


Pumping chi into his legs, he leapt into the air, high above the mist, and looked down. The icy mist had covered most of the arena. Only the pillars remained untouched. He landed on one of the pillars. 


The Tournament's Final Battle, Part III