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

Xaio Shui’s body froze in an instant as the ice touched him. It happened so quickly anybody who blinked would have missed it. Now a blue layer of crystalline ice covered his entire body, turning him into a frozen statue. Mei Xilan breathed a sigh of relief as she saw this. She had placed every ounce of power she had into her domain, so she had nothing left to fight back with. 


“I believe this battle is over,” Mei Xilan said to Huǒ Yan. 


But the old man just smiled. “I hate to burst your bubble, but what makes you think this battle is over?” 


Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, an intense heat radiated from the ice statue. Mei Xilan whirled around to see Xaio Shui’s body covered in a bright golden aura. The heat radiating from his body was so intense that she could feel it even through the ice, and as she watched, the ice quickly began melting, leaving the man standing there without a single scratch. 


The Second Day, Part V