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 had noticed on their way back to the inn that Mei Xilan was depressed. Her expression hadn’t changed, but that was the general sense he got. Call it intuition built from having spent quite a while with her. He had thought about asking her to tell him what was bothering her, but not only could he somewhat figure it out, he wasn’t sure he wanted to get involved. 


I can’t show kindness to everyone. If I did, there’d be no end to the burdens I would have to bear. 


He already had his hands full. There was his confused feelings for Wu Meiying, the knowledge she had given him, the people who had killed his family, Hou Jingshu and her problems, and Zhou Lihua who was currently studying to become an alchemist. He didn’t have time to add more burdens to himself right now. He also didn’t want to give Mei Xilan the wrong impression. There was a reason he’d kept her at a distance. 


To Forgive or Not?, Part II