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!]
____________________

My Discord:

Severing Time & Space

Wu Jian entered Hou Jingshu’s residence. Yōuměi padded in after and Zhou Lihua closed the door behind them. He took in the familiar sights as he walked down the hall and slipped into the living space. It felt like he hadn’t seen this place in so long, though he knew it had only been a few months at the most. 


“Where should we place Hou Jingshu? On a bed?” asked Zhou Lihua. 


Wu Jian shook his head. “No. I’d like to be there when she wakes up.” 


“So you plan to do what? Have her sleep on the floor?” Zhou Lihua raised an eyebrow. 


Zhou Lihua pursed her lips as Wu Jian put Hou Jingshu down, then sat down, and then placed the young woman’s head on his lap. The Shang Kingdom’s princess shifted a bit, then smiled as she got comfortable on his thighs. 


“Haaaaah. You certainly know how to make a girl jealous,” Zhou Lihua muttered as she sat down beside him. 


“Master, Yōuměi wants a lap pillow too,” Yōuměi said suddenly. 


Clean Up, Part III