In the Demon Sect, I Pursue the Way of Survival

After transmigrating, I became a menial disciple of the Demonic Sect just to survive.

Li Qingge: “You can't get a worse start than this.”

Everyone knows that people in the Demonic Sect casually rip out souls and refine spirits, drain blood and refine corpses, and take lives over the slightest disagreement.

Li Qingge: “This start looks pretty bad. Better make sure I don't get myself killed...”

“Fortune-Telling Divine Dice: The roll reveals the future, and your choices decide your life.”

Li Qingge: “My golden finger seems pretty unique, and really powerful too.”

One to three means certain death, four to six means danger, seven to nine means fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, and ten or above means an opportunity. The higher the roll, the greater the opportunity.

Li Qingge: “I want a high roll! Give me a high roll! Buddhas and gods above, open your eyes and take pity on me!”

From then on, he never missed out on a benefit and never got caught up in trouble.

His life switched to easy mode. He watched others rise and fall while remaining unmoved, sticking to his own choices.