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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My Discord:

Severing Time & Space

The Heavenly Sword Sect Arena was a breathtaking sight, a grand testament to the martial prowess and spiritual dedication of the sect. Set amidst the serene backdrop of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s mountainous realm, this arena was a fusion of beautiful architecture and the natural beauty of the surrounding landscape. 


The arena was encircled by towering pillars, each adorned with carvings of swords. These pillars were colored a deep red and gold. At the heart of the arena stood the Pagoda of the Soaring Crane, a towering multi-tiered structure. Its eaves curved gracefully like the wings of a crane in mid-flight. A sumptuous pavilion with crimson and gold lacquered beams overlooked the arena. It was reserved for honored guests, sect elders, and dignitaries. To access the arena, disciples and competitors crossed a series of serpentine bridges the stood over tranquil lotus-filled ponds. 


Duel, Part II