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 breathed in sharply as he dodged the swinging scythe that came scant centimeters from carving a bloody furrow through his face. He thought that would be the end of it, but several droplets of blood flew from the scythe as it passed, each one changing into the shape of a needle. 


Wu Jian created a tear in space. The blood needles flew through it, then appeared out of another tear behind Shā Ying Yue. If this was another type of attack, they would have struck her in the back, but Shā Ying Yue had complete control over her own blood even after it left the body. The blood curved around her and returned to the scythe in her hands. 


“You’ve become even better at using that strange power of yours!” Shā Ying Yue said. 


“And you’ve become stronger,” Wu Jian admitted. “But I’m not going to lose here.” 


“Hah! I was thinking the same thing!” 


Shā Ying Yue raised her scythe and swung it down. Wu Jian didn’t know what she was doing, but he prepared for anything. 


Overcoming Her