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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Wu Jian sucked in a deep breath. He wasn’t the only one. 


The first thing he noticed was her hair, that brilliant orange color that reminded him of molten lava. It was mixed with gold highlights. Wu Jian remembered Huǒ Shuchang’s hair being quite the sight to behold, but that paled in comparison to the wildly beautiful colors of this woman’s perfectly straight hair, which descended all the way to her lower back. 


She had a young face, too. He would have put her at sixteen. Her pert nose and pink lips made her look like a doll. Big golden eyes gave her an innocence and purity he hadn’t seen on anyone else. The fairness of her skin made it appear soft and springy. Wu Jian wouldn’t lie. He was tempted to pinch her cheeks just to see how they felt. 


Everything else was still hidden by her cloak, but now that he had seen her face, he could get a feel for how the rest of her looked. She was probably very petite underneath that cloak. 


The Girl Who Speaks Strangely, Part II