I Roast My Way to Carnage in the Eerie Cultivation World

A strange rain of blood falls during the sect celebration, and every elder transforms in an instant.

Clutching a steamed bun, I hide in a corner and discover that the blood rain can corrupt one's Dao heart.

I'm the only one naturally immune to mental corruption, but I suffer ten times the physical pain.

"Help! Sect Master, your eyeball fell onto my bun!" I shout as I run.

"Shut up! Make another sound and I'll turn you into a furnace cauldron!" my senior sister roars, half her face gone.

I swing my club back and smash her head. "I told you not to touch my bun."

The entire sect descends into madness, and I fight my way out as the only one still sane.

A plot from the Upper Realm? The source of the uncanny? Doesn't matter. I'll take care of it.