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

Everyone walked through the gateway. Wu Jian tried to sense the eb and flow of spatial energies as he stepped through, but this technique was much weaker than the ones he knew of. He couldn’t glean any insight into the dao of space from it. 


Glancing around after stepping through the portal revealed an abandoned room that looked like it might have once been a sitting room. The interior was richly decorated with lacquered panels and furniture inlaid with mother-of-pearl and gold leaf. He glanced at the walls. Intricate carvings depicting scenes of various periods and landscapes were displayed. Maybe this was detailing some historical moment of the Sui Kingdom. 


“It doesn’t look like this place has been touched,” Hou Jingshu said. She walked over to a low table made from a type of hardwood, running her finger along the grains as though checking for dust. “Everything is so clean too. If this has gone unused all this time, I would have expected it to be dirtier.” 


Infiltration, Part II