Our Sect Is Full of Schemers

After transmigrating into a fantasy world, I spent a hundred years signing in at my sect. Armed with an imperial weapon, I considered myself the greatest master of keeping a low profile.

Then disaster struck the sect, and I was about to step in... only to discover that the old man sweeping the grounds was a peerless sword immortal, my senior brother at the stove was an alchemy grandmaster, and even the mutt I raised could speak and beat up a Great Emperor!

Good grief, was I really the only newbie in the entire sect?