The House Slave: The Young Master Is Still Training His Body, but I've Already Mastered the Martial Dao

My name is Jiang Que, and I'm a house slave.

At the prince's manor, I have just one job: take good care of my useless young master.

When he chases girls, I keep watch. When he gets into trouble, I take the blame. When he goes into Qi deviation while practicing, I have to find a way to take the fall.

Everyone laughs at me, saying I'm just a dog at my young master's side, including the ex-girlfriend who broke off their engagement.

But they don't know that every beating makes my body a little tougher, and a single glance at a cultivation technique is enough for me to grasp the divine realm.

While my young master is still gloating over being accepted into a sect, the founding patriarch of that very sect is kneeling before me, begging for my guidance.

What they don't know is why the lofty Saintess and the Empress, who holds power over the entire court, keep sneaking into my little woodshed in the dead of night.

Don't call me a house slave. Call me...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.