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

Zhou Dao looked at the blackened wooden sign that had been gnawed by insects and worms, his expression turning a little strange.


The sentence is illogical, the words don't make sense!


But the characters do have some flavor, with dragons and snakes emerging and ascending into the clouds, giving a sense of exhausting the heavens and the earth.


Although it is a bit scribbled, the more you look at it, the more it seems to appeal.


Old man Xu stuck out his head and gave Zhou Dao a glance.


"Uncle Xu, did you write this?" Zhou Dao pointed at the broken wooden sign beside him and asked.


Old man Xu glanced sideways and shook his head: "It's written by a stinking landlord…"


As he spoke, old man Xu pulled on the long robe draped over him and led Zhou Dao inside.


Chapter 218: Pingjiang Night Watchman