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

Mei Xilan remained calm and collected as she stepped onto the Skylark’s main deck, which was expansive, spanning the entire upper surface of the airship. It had been designed to accommodate a large number of passengers and crew comfortably. The deck was divided into several sections and each one served a specific purpose. 


Made from a combination of polished hardwood and reinforced, lightweight metal, the deck’s aesthetic looked both ancient and modern. The hardwood provided durability and a touch of traditional elegance. The lightweight metal helped keep the ship’s overall weight manageable. She traced her hand along one of the guardrails, which ran along the edges of the deck, each one intricately crafted from wood. They featured ornate patterns and engravings of phoenixes that added to the ship’s grandeur. 


Airship Ambush, Part III