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I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

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.”

Xia Junji · Eastern
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Chapter 194: Sacrificial Ghost Sect Techniques

Among the younger generation of the Sacrificial Ghost Sect, Chang Long held a very high status. Before Yuan Shaoqing's rise, he was almost considered the top disciple.

It was precisely because of this that his personality became arrogant and lawless.

To him, killing a Demon-slaying Guard in broad daylight was nothing special.

However, when an indifferent voice rang in his ears, the genius disciple of the Sacrificial Ghost Sect couldn't help but break out in goosebumps, like a frightened night cat, his bones trembling, and his calm face revealing a terrified expression.

"Who's there?"

Chang Long turned his head abruptly, and the hillside was empty without a trace of anyone.

"Senior brother... Who are you talking to?" Liang Shishi's eyes became moist, and she asked with some fear.

She curled up like a kitten, moving closer to Chang Long.

"Who is it?"

Chang Long clenched his fists as he shouted again, a bead of cold sweat forming on his forehead.