Bai Chen, a Mahayana sword cultivator, was ambushed while undergoing the tribulation of ascension.
He had hoped to quietly cultivate anew, but seven women washed up on the same beach, one after another.
They thought he was a survivor, so they kept their guard up, questioned him, and tested him.
Until a crocodile lunged at them, and he hurled a steel rod that pierced its skull.
Until beasts attacked in the night, and he held them off alone with his sword until dawn.
Until a single sword qi slash felled a giant tree ten meters tall, leaving no doubt in the eyes of all seven women.
Seven yin-aspected constitutions, seven extraordinary pasts, seven pairs of eyes growing ever softer.
From building shelters and lighting fires to setting up formations and defending against enemies, from tempering pills in spirit springs to the realm gate opening wide, from surviving on a deserted island to winning the hearts of countless worlds.
Cultivation, harem, deserted-island survival, play the pig to eat the tiger, fast-paced wish fulfillment, showing off and face-slapping, seven heroines, dual cultivation, revenge, myriad worlds
