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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Several beautiful women dressed in red and gold cheongsams pushed a display cart up to Huǒ Huangdi. A hushed silence fell over the crowd as the Phoenix Clan leader glanced around. All eyes were drawn to the cart, which was covered in a fine red cloth that shimmered like fire in the light. 


With a smile, Huǒ Huangdi removed the cloth and revealed the items insid: A jar of pills, a beautifully ornate sword, and a set of armor. It was the armor Wu Jian found his eyes drawn to. Crafted from an obviously unique allow, the highly ornate armor featured a breastplate with a beautifully engraved image of a phoenix soaring upward, wings spread out. A helmet adorned with a crest shaped like phoenix in flight sat atop it. Gauntlets and greaves bore subtle flame-like etchings, emphasizing the fiery nature of the armor. 


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