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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“Finished? We’re… we’re nowhere near done,” Bai Qiang huffed, though he didn’t sound nearly as imposing as he had before the battle started. 


“We cannot… huff… go back until… we have beaten… you…” Hong Liang added. 


“Huh? Well, I’m sure you have your reasons, but I’m done. I’m ending this battle now.” 


“Hah?! Don’t think you can just end this battle whenever you feel like it--!!” 


Wu Jian did not pay attention to what Bai Qiang said. He assumed a stance that mimicked the unwavering stability of a mountain, providing balance and preventing him from being thrown off-balance by the tremendous force he was about to unleash. He drew upon his chi and channeled it through his body and into Pale Moon. The blade glowed like the dark night sky covered in brilliant twinkling stars. He raised the sword above his head and focused all of his intent into the blade, visualizing the path of his strike. 


Ambush, Part VI