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

Early in the morning, as the roosters crowed twice, the streets of Peace Town gradually bustled to life.


A long line of people gathered in front of Baijie Tofu Shop, whether it was young men with slicked-back hair and powdered faces or old men with lithe figures. All of them craned their necks, looking inside the tofu shop with anticipation in their eyes.


People really enjoyed eating the tofu from this shop.


Scents of meat wafted out from Old Wang's Buns Shop next door, with white, steamy heat filled the air, carrying a homely aroma.


The freshly made meat buns were quickly sold out by locals.


Zhou Dao sat at a table by the door, picked up a meat bun, broke it in half, and the smell of green onions mixed with grease spread out, infiltrating the nose and mouth, arousing one's appetite.


One must admit, since Old Wang's passing, Wang has put a lot of effort into running the buns shop.


Chapter 145: Wang Xiaoyi's Secret (Third Update)