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

In the sky above Pingjiang City, a muffled thunder resounded, gloomy clouds gathered, and droplets of cold rain fell, splashing on faces, permeating with a trace of chill.


Zhou Dao stepped out of the gate of the Demon Control Department, looking up at the sky.


At this time in the past, the sky would still be bright.


Today's weather was somewhat abnormal, appearing a bit gloomy.


"It's raining! Hurry home to get the laundry!"


In the distance, a loud cry rang out, with a powerful and clear voice that echoed throughout half the street.


Just then, the sound of hurried horse carts came from the end of the street.


Zhou Dao's brow furrowed slightly, and he turned to look. Even from so far away, he could clearly smell the pungent stench of blood.


"Brother Tao, that's the Pharmacist Court's carriage..." Wu Feng recognized it with sharp eyes.


"Quick... make way, notify the leader..."


Chapter 233: The Underestimated Turtle Essence Pill