National Xuanhuan: All My Disciples Are Too Monstrous

After transmigrating into a fantasy world where everyone cultivates, I was rewarded with a sect and several monstrously talented disciples.

My disciples are all way too talented. If I don't put on a show, there's no way I can keep them in line!

My eldest disciple, born with a sword physique: "I understood the supreme sword path from a casual sword mark, yet Master says he doesn't know how to use a sword..."

My second disciple, a natural formation cultivator: "Even the scrap paper has peerless formations on it, yet Master says he doesn't understand formations..."

My third disciple, a weapon-forging genius: "Even the defective pieces are divine weapons, yet Master says he doesn't know how to forge..."

My fourth disciple, who refined a top-grade spirit pill on his very first try: "I'm so useless. I've brought shame upon Master..."

My fifth disciple, with an undying Chaos physique: "I stood at the top of the mountain, hesitating for a whole month. I didn't have the courage to roll down. When I saw Master roll down without hesitation, I was moved to tears..."

Qin Changsheng: "Damn it, I slipped..."

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