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

They traveled outside to one of several training areas. This particular one reminded Wu Jian of an arena without seating. The building lacked a roof, so the sun shone overhead, and the hard stone floor was tiled. Several columns held the outerwall surrounding the training ground aloft. He could imagine soldiers standing around, leaning against the columns as they placed bets on which of their fellow cultivators would win. 


Wu Jian stood off to the side with Emperor Hou Jun, Youmei, Lì Liàng, Yu Chenguang, Fengli Cai, and Hua Xue. Loong Chen stood between Hou Jingshu and Mei Xilan. He would be officiating this match, though his expression all but said he was bored out of his mind. His eyes were half-lidded and he yawned loudly. Neither Hou Jingshu nor Mei Xilan paid attention. Both fighters were already locked in a ready stance. Hou Jingshu held her spear in a two-handed grip, while Mei Xilan bore no weapons but had several ice lotus surrounding her. 


Preparations for the Tournament, Part II