The Only Guy in a Kung Fu Sisterhood: Their "Care" Comes with a Secret I Didn't See Coming.#novel

Transmigrated as the only male disciple of Emei Sect, where senior sisters take turns "caring" for him daily. He endured ten years and decided to keep a ledger of every grievance—only to realize the one he should really watch out for isn't Ding Minjun, but the version of himself who's always passing out snacks from the shadows. Lu Ziming wakes up one day to find himself physically transported into a martial arts world—and somehow lands the one-in-a-million role: the first and only male disciple in the centuries-old history of Emei Sect. Surrounded by flowers, you'd think it's a dream. Reality? His senior sisters barge in every single day to pinch his cheeks, test their sword techniques on him, force-feed him experimental pills they just brewed, and treat him like a living punching bag wrapped in pretty robes. For ten years, he smiles through it all. But behind that smile, a little notebook grows thicker by the day—every prank, every bruise, every "accidental" slap, all logged with deadly precision. The jianghu rumor mill says Ding Minjun is the scheming, sharp-tongued snake of Emei. Lu Ziming couldn't agree more. That is, until one day he stumbles onto the truth— Those "pranks" weren't bullying at all. They were the entire sect's clumsiest, most roundabout way of protecting the one man who was never supposed to exist in their world. And the real trap? It was never out in the open. It was hiding right behind his own blind spots.