Surely Nobody Actually Thinks I'm a Master, Right?

Yi Fan went on a trip and accidentally fell off a cliff. The head of Shangqing Temple saved him, then ordered his six senior disciples to sweet-talk and trick him into joining the sect so they could pass the Taoist Association’s year-end sect qualification assessment. The eldest senior brother excelled at swordsmanship. He tossed Yi Fan a rusty, flaking coin sword, claiming that Lü Dongbin, the Sword Immortal, had once lost a swordsmanship contest against their founding master. It supposedly contained the supreme Way of the Sword. The second senior brother excelled at alchemy. He tossed Yi Fan a moldy, fuzzy pill, claiming that Sun Simiao, the Medicine King, had once lost an alchemy contest against their founding master. It supposedly contained the supreme Way of Alchemy. The third senior brother excelled at formations. He tossed Yi Fan a bamboo scroll riddled with wormholes and rat bites, claiming that the Daoist Patriarch Guiguzi had once lost a formation contest against their founding master. It supposedly contained the supreme Way of Formations. The fourth senior brother excelled at talismans. He tossed Yi Fan a gleaming sheet of A4 paper, claiming that Zhang Daoling, the Celestial Master, had once lost a talisman contest against their founding master. It supposedly contained the supreme Way of Talismans. The fifth senior brother excelled at divination. He tossed Yi Fan a lead-weighted die, claiming that the immortal Yuan Tiangang had once played cards with their founding master, no, had lost a contest in divination. It supposedly contained the supreme Way of Divination. The sixth senior sister excelled at Daoist arts. She tossed him a copy of Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West, claiming they contained the supreme arts of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends. Master them, and he could suppress the Three Realms and attain sainthood.