by Also_Adequate
POV: You transmigrated into a dead Grand Elder's body. Your magic system calls you "Adequate." Your first disciple could freeze the continent. Your second disciple is a legendary sword god pretending to be a drunk. Your third disciple broke the analysis tool — reading says [ERROR]. Your fourth was sold by her family and hasn't trusted anyone in three years. None of them have told you any of this. You are Meridian Cleansing Stage 1. You cannot fight. You have 27 days to save your crumbling academy from the most powerful sect in the prefecture. Your plan: legal loopholes and meat buns. My Disciples Are All Secretly Terrifying But Won't Tell Meby [Also Adequate]
