I Became the Patriarch of the Demon Sect

Lu Xiao transmigrated in his sleep and was thoroughly baffled.

With his years-old body and hunched posture, even getting up was a struggle. Yet this frail old man was a great demon whom the demon race took pride in and regarded as a role model. He even had nine demon-beast disciples with reputations so fearsome that they could stop children from crying at night.

His cultivation had vanished. With the righteous factions coming to punish him and his own side turning against itself, how was he supposed to discipline this gang of wicked disciples?

The transmigration perks had arrived, and he was delighted to receive the Merit System. He had thought his life would be smooth sailing from then on, but then he discovered that his current merit was -1,000,000 and he had one day left to live. His disciples had nearly stolen the last of his possessions, too. Lu Xiao was baffled. Everyone transmigrates, so why was mine the only one that went so wrong?