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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 · 東方
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1453 Chs

Chapter 345: Bold Demon! Zhoudao's Harvest (Five Thousand-word Chapter)

As the lanterns lit up, fallen leaves danced through the air.

Long strings of flower boats lit their lanterns along the Ye Ming River, beautiful women with gracefully moving limbs standing at the bow of each boat, waving their handkerchiefs and greeting the passersby.

Many scholars paused to watch, their eyes filled with longing. It was a land of tenderness and the bed of their dreams, but their shyness and thin wallets left them hanging their heads in defeat and walking away reluctantly.

By the river, in a quiet corner, there was a small, unassuming tavern.

The candlelight flickered dimly, supplementing the sparse moonlight. A few solitary patrons drank cheap wine, accompanied by a warm pot of Peach Blossom Drunk, a plate of peanuts, and a dish of fennel beans.

The majority of guests were poor, and most dishes served were inexpensive and of lower quality. Occasionally, there would be a plate of crude meat dishes, nothing more than scraps and offal fried in strong alcohol.