Xia Junji 

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled.
His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it.
A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!”
On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster.
He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining.
He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet.
He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun.
…
For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them.
Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.” 

I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

His blood energy was refined by the "Nine Revolutions Fire Elixir Technique," reciting the "Minor Thunder Origin Sutra" daily, and absorbed Pure Yang Relics day and night. Fierce and intense, he could burn the White Bone Elder to ashes in the blink of an eye.


"Damn it, who's cooking late at night? No need to go to work tomorrow, huh?"


Not far away, a voice came, filled with three-parts sleepiness and seven-parts annoyance.


"Uh..." Zhou Dao waved his hand, and the smoke disappeared, and the true fire went out.


Fortunately, the courtyard he rented was in a remote place, and there were not many people around.


Otherwise, the commotion just now would have attracted attention.


"Is this a demon weapon?" Zhou Dao walked to the remnants, his eyes falling on the bow and crossbow that looked like they were made of white bones.


This is a demon weapon, different from the magical artifacts used by cultivators.


Chapter 81: Yuan Shaoqing's Fear (Extra Update)