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

Wang Xiaoyi stood at the entrance of the cave, bowing down.


A leisurely voice came from inside the ancient cave, revealing a sleepy state.


Wang Xiaoyi got up and walked into the cave.


In the depths of the ancient cave, a ray of light drove away the darkness, dim and warm.


In the incense burner, the smoke was lingering, like clouds and mist, unpredictable.


 A chubby Taoist sat on a Siddha seat, gently absorbing the surrounding incense, his body trembling slightly, muscles and bones making a sound like a bowstring. The blood energy behind him was boiling, showing the cultivation of the Eight Changes of Refining Realm[Blood Qi True Fire].


 In the wilderness and deep mountains, there was actually a high-level master of the Eight Changes.


 "Disciple, did you bring the rooster?" The chubby Taoist squinted his eyes and asked.


Chapter 90: All Magical Creatures are Medicine, Turning into a Pill in My Belly (Vote Requested)