Young Master, Are You Giving Up on Raising Me?

Xiao Huo, who transmigrated into a cultivation world where magic reigned supreme, was merely the son of a minor sect. When he was twenty, his family sent him a young servant. The servant was named Jiang Jini. He had soft, delicate skin and a pair of big, innocent eyes. From the very first time they met, he sweetly stuck close to Xiao Huo, calling out "Young Master" this and "Young Master" that. The only flaw was that the young servant was sickly. He caught colds, ran fevers, and got stomachaches every few days. He was more difficult to care for than a jade bracelet. But Xiao Huo, who had read countless web novels, didn't mind. Someone who seemed so frail was sure to be playing the pig to eat the tiger, waiting for the perfect moment to slap everyone in the face. So Xiao Huo patiently kept him by his side, taking him on trips through the mountains and rivers and sneaking around to steal chickens. He also took good care of him whenever he fell ill. Until one day, while reselling medicinal herbs, Xiao Huo was surrounded by a group of burly men with impressive cultivation, all glaring at him menacingly. Xiao Huo wasn't worried at all. Go, Jiang Jini, my proudest belief! The face-slapping highlight of the moment is finally here! Fanning himself with his fan, he watched with delight as Jiang Jini's frail figure stood in front of him. The boy slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing porcelain-white arms without a trace of muscle, his eyes shining with determination. Xiao Huo was absolutely delighted, waiting to see those broad-shouldered brutes get what was coming to them. Then the person in front of him took a deep breath and suddenly bowed to the seven or eight burly men. Bending at the waist, Jiang Jini shouted, "I'm sorry! Could you please let me and my young master go?!" Xiao Huo never got his big reversal. Instead, he went home battered and bruised, his face covered in welts. Furious, he turned to look at Jiang Jini, who had an innocent expression and an equally swollen face. "Get out!" Jiang Jini looked terribly upset, almost on the verge of tears. "Young Master, are you not going to keep me anymore?" Xiao Huo nodded and ignored him. But in the days that followed, Jiang Jini continued to orbit around him, becoming even more devoted. Even when he had a fever, he insisted on standing in the courtyard to watch Xiao Huo's geese, looking utterly pitiful and wronged. So Xiao Huo's heart softened, and he took the young servant back in. A year later, Xiao Huo's shady business had gone too far, offending one of the four most powerful sects in the cultivation world. He was surrounded by powerful figures hovering in midair, each one looking at him as if he were half an ant. Xiao Huo thought he was done for. But he still had a shred of conscience, so he turned around with a quiver and prepared to tell Jiang Jini to run first. Instead, he saw the boy rolling up his sleeves again. Xiao Huo had had enough. "Don't you know begging for mercy won't work?!" The young servant didn't listen. He simply stepped in front of Xiao Huo again. Then Xiao Huo saw... Jiang Jini suddenly fly into the air. His slender figure flickered a few times in the sky. In mere seconds, more than a dozen terrifyingly powerful cultivators had fallen to the ground one after another, twitching. Xiao Huo's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. "Jiang Jini-ni-ni, you-you-you, who are you?!" Jiang Jini drifted down lightly in front of him and helped him up. "I'm your servant, Young Master." Xiao Huo was so shocked that his face turned pale. "Then why didn't you fight back that time a year ago?" Jiang Jini blinked and answered very seriously, "Oh, my master said killing people is against the law. I figured these people could take a beating, so I hit them." [Reading Guide] 1. I wrote this blurb on a whim when I couldn't sleep, so some ideas may change later. The protagonists' names and even the title might change. 2. This is a silly, sweet romance. The sickly-character content won't be especially prominent. Theme: Clumsy people and clumsy love.