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

One year, the scholar leader of Peace Town once said that as long as one is born and alive, there will be obsessions.


Wang Xuanzhi's obsession was his older brother who joined the Demon Suppression Bureau.


Ma Yinglong's obsession was the Great Demon Shan Kui who lodged inside his sister's body, at the cost of her life.


For Jing Wuchen, perhaps the young girl in the painting—his sister-in-law—was the obsession in his heart.


In Zhou Dao's impression, Jing Wuchen has always been wandering around, detached from the mundane world, and he has never been as lost in thought as he is now.


"That day, the spring flowers were redder than fire, the wind stirred the scent and the beautiful person turned her head…" 


Jing Wuchen took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped. His eyes were all over the place as he stared at the girl in the painting.


At that time, the girl in the painting was also around six or seven years old.


Chapter 481: The Chef of Jiuyang Square! A Casual Sacrifice