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

Uncle Xu's tone shifted abruptly, as he suddenly turned to face the Eastern Chief.


"Chief Supervisor, I am Dongling," Wang Dongling's heart stirred, his expression somewhat unnatural, but he still stepped forward to greet him.


"Dongling?" Uncle Xu pondered for a moment, "I'm getting old and forgetful... Oh, it's Wang, right!"


Wang Dongling's mouth twitched, and he nodded with a dry laugh.


"Being the Eastern Chief certainly makes a difference, your voice is louder than others! What now? Got an old sword and can't hide your tail anymore?"


Uncle Xu's face suddenly turned cold, the cordial reunion was gone in a flash, and his words were sharp, like the Taibai Immortal Sword, elusive and heart-piercing.


The smiles on everyone's faces gradually solidified, and the atmosphere turned icy, with a frosty layer forming on Wang Dongling's face.


Chapter 541: Half a Share of the King's Qi! Is Zhou Dao the Prime King?_2