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

Wu Jian coldly watched the men in his hands struggle to breath. Their faces had already turned bright purple from lack of oxygen. 


“Well? Do you two have anything to say for yourself?” 


“I… ack… I’m… so… rry…” 


It was hard to decipher their words, though that was Wu Jian’s fault. Talking when being strangled was tough. However, Wu Jian heard it well enough, and he threw both men to the ground, at the feet of the food stall owner and his family. 


“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. Well? What are you waiting for?!” 


Neither man said anything, and Wu Jian soon found out why when the remaining three attacked him. A woman’s scream echoed around them as two came at him from either side and one came at him from behind. He had already known what they were doing. He sensed them moving within his spatial perception and knew they would attack the moment they had the opportunity. 


The first man struck him with a flail--or he tried. 


Yuan Peninsula, Part III