Everyone in My Sect Thinks I'm Frail

As the chief senior disciple of the Immortal Alliance, Jing Ran hid his unspeakable feelings for his master, all to preserve his image as a reliable, dutiful disciple in his master's eyes. Then he was framed after trying to save his junior from being controlled by demonic energy. Surrounded by the entire sect, he couldn't clear his name. His junior wept and demanded to know why Jing Ran had tried to hurt him. Everyone pointed their swords at Jing Ran. Only then did Jing Ran realize that this world was a mindless harem novel. Everyone loved his junior, while Jing Ran was the universally hated foil meant to make his junior seem even more adored. The Immortal Lord who pierced his spiritual core with a sword was the very man who had once been betrothed to him, then personally broken off their engagement. "By order of the Immortal Alliance, you are to be executed without mercy." And the head of the Immortal Alliance was Jing Ran's master, Lord Xie Heng. When Jing Ran opened his eyes again, he had returned to the day he became Xie Heng's disciple. In his previous life, he'd done everything he could to join Lord Xie Heng's sect and dutifully looked after his fellow disciples. This time, in front of everyone, he boldly declared his love, planning to disgust Xie Heng to death before killing them all. But the Immortal Alliance's leader, seated high above the clouds, looked through the crowd and slightly raised his hand. His ethereal voice reached Jing Ran's ears: "Fine. I want him." Jing Ran: Kill them all... Huh? If he couldn't avoid it, he might as well live differently. This time, Jing Ran let himself go mad without a second thought. When acting crazy failed to make his "dear master" lose his temper, he simply gave up trying. When his junior brothers and sisters asked for advice, he stayed behind closed doors. When sect business became a hassle, he washed his hands of it all. Only when the entire sect descended into chaos and everyone wailed, "Senior Brother has quit!" was he finally summoned before them. Facing their accusations, he slapped each of them once and swept away. His master, seated above them, added coolly, "My disciple A Ran is frail and kind-hearted, and cannot be expected to overexert himself." Lord Xie Heng swept his gaze across the gathering. "Do it yourselves." Gradually, the people who had bullied and mistreated him in his previous life began coming back to curry favor, claiming the sect couldn't do without its senior brother. "Senior Brother, these are seedlings of healing spirit herbs. The sect is overwhelmed with duties, so please recover soon and take charge again." "Senior Brother, this is a Tranquil Heart Sword that can calm the mind. Your status is now so esteemed, so please take good care of your immortal body!" "Senior Brother, this is thousand-year-old warm jade marrow, the finest nourishment for your spiritual meridians... Your junior was immature before. Please be the bigger person." Even the Immortal Lord who had broken off their engagement came to ask for his hand, claiming he had a soft spot for delicate beauties. Jing Ran, who had somehow ended up with the role of a delicate beauty: ??? Amazing. Jing Ran thought these people were shameless, but he nodded with interest and didn't refuse. That night, he was just about to humiliate and torment his fiance-to-be. But the door opened, and his master's inner demon took control, pinning him in place. In those eyes he had once revered as divine, there was a possessiveness and madness he'd never seen before. "A Ran, why don't you love me anymore this time?" Jing Ran had found a way to make his dear master lose his temper. Reader's guide: Older master and younger disciple. Blurb dated October 3, 2025. Theme: Theme to be added.