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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Mei Qi’s ugly snarl was a sight to behold. Wu Meiying wondered if this woman knew how ugly she looked right now. The woman held out her only remaining hand, summoning her sword into it, the weapon’s hilt slapping her palm before she clenched it tight. 


Mei Qi once more used her movement technique to close the distance between them. She appeared before Wu Meiying as though she had teleported and leapt into the air. 


The woman unleashed a flurry of rapid, downward strikes that mimicked the appearance of falling stars. Each hit felt like it resonated with the power of celestial bodies. 


Wu Meiying fended off her attacks. Her eyes glowed with power as she fended off each of this woman’s attacks. They were easier than before. Mei Qi was injured and unable to bring out her full strength. She was also losing strength the longer she bled. 


The True Power of Time, Part II