Forced to become a top influencer, I rely on my tu cao to ruin the cultivation world.

In the early morning at Luoxia Peak, there were no roosters crowing or dogs barking, only the dull "putt-putt" sound of the diesel generator.

Jia Zang sat on a pile of discarded spirit stone slag, holding a dark, enriched uranium block in his hand, polishing it with sandpaper. His movements were slow and meticulous, as if he were holding not nuclear material, but a piece of warm, smooth Hetian jade.

"Chairman Jia..." Elder Wang Teng, dressed in greasy work clothes, carefully approached, carrying a bowl of porridge made from wild vegetables. "Please... have something to eat. This is the last bag of rice."

Jia Zang didn't look up, but simply gave a faint "hmm".

He is in very poor condition right now.

Since being "sealed" by the Heavenly Dao yesterday, he has completely lost his spiritual energy. He used to be able to move mountains and fill seas with a wave of his hand, but now he gets out of breath even when climbing stairs.

But the light in his eyes was brighter than before.

It was a kind of madness that rebounded after being oppressed to the extreme.

"Is the generator all fixed?" Jia Zhuang took a bite of the wild vegetable paste, which tasted like chewing wax, but he swallowed it without changing his expression.

"It's fixed," Elder Wang Teng pointed behind him. "As you instructed, we dismantled all the abandoned tractor engines and pieced together three 'diesel-psychic' hybrid generators. Although the efficiency is very low, it can barely power that... that 'big horn'."

Jia Zhuang nodded.

That "loudspeaker" was something he made overnight last night.

It was a massive metal horn, forged from melted-down discarded flying swords, connected to a makeshift generator. Its sole purpose was to broadcast across the entire plane of existence.

"Didn't the Heavenly Court want to revoke my title?" Jia Zang sneered. "Do they think that cutting off my spiritual energy will make me mute?"

"But Chairman Jia..." Elder Wang Teng hesitated, "The Heavenly Dao System says that if we dare to engage in 'illegal industrialization' again, we will be subject to a second round of erasure. Do we... really want to continue?"

"Continue?" Jia Zhuang abruptly stood up, throwing the enriched uranium block in his hand into the generator. "We're not continuing, we're... appealing!"

"appeal?"

"That's right!" Jia Zhuang dusted off his hands. "The Heavenly Court is the administrator, but even administrators have to be reasonable. They say I'm destroying the ecosystem, that I'm stealing the source of life. Well, I'll tell them, and the entire cultivation world—am I destroying or saving?"

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't a dense, dark cloud, but a pure, metallic gray.

An even more terrifying and solid pressure than yesterday's "dimensional reduction attack" came from the heavens.

"They're here." Jia Zhuang squinted.

The clouds parted, and a massive, silver-white flying boat slowly descended. The flying boat had an ancient design, yet it was full of technological sense. Its hull was engraved with intricate runes, each rune shimmering with a chilling power of rules.

A beam of light was projected from the bottom of the flying boat, enveloping Sunset Peak.

From within the pillar of light, a middle-aged man dressed in a silver robe slowly emerged.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes indifferent, as if he were looking at a pile of garbage. In his hand, he held a jade slip, on which shimmered golden runes, the same as those on yesterday's red pop-up window.

"Li Changqing, Enforcer of Heavenly Law".

The man's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried to every corner of Luoxia Peak: "By order of the Heavenly Dao System, I have come to carry out the follow-up punishment of 'account ban'."

Elder Wang Teng was so frightened that he trembled all over and knelt down on the ground.

The surrounding workers also knelt down, not daring to lift their heads.

Only Jia Zhuang remained standing on the pile of spirit stone dregs, hands in his pockets, coldly watching Li Changqing.

"You are Jia Zang?" Li Changqing's gaze fell on Jia Zang, his brows furrowing slightly. "No spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever, you really are a cripple."

"A useless person?" Jia Zang laughed. "Enforcer Li, you're wrong. I've only been 'banned' by you. If you gave me some credit, I'd be stronger than anyone else."

"Smooth-talking." Li Changqing sneered. "The Heavenly Dao System has determined that although you have temporarily saved your life, your 'industrial virus' has not been eradicated. From this moment forward, you will be stripped of your 'plane resident' status and demoted to 'slave.' All your assets will be confiscated by the Heavenly Dao System."

"Slave?" Jia Zhuang's eyes instantly turned cold. "Li Changqing, are you mistaken? I, Jia Zhuang, will die standing up, even if I have to!"

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences." A murderous glint flashed in Li Changqing's eyes. "Since you're so stubborn, don't blame me for being impolite."

He raised his hand, and the jade slip in his hand suddenly lit up.

"Heavenly Dao System, execute the 'Slave Contract'!"

A golden chain flew out from the jade slip, heading straight for Jia Zang's brow.

The chains were engraved with curse runes such as "enslavement," "obedience," and "eternal damnation." Once chained, Jia Zang would completely lose his self-awareness and become a puppet of the Heavenly Court.

"Chairman Jia! Run!" Wang Teng cried out.

Jia Zang did not run away.

He can't escape.

Right now, he's just an ordinary person.

But he didn't dodge.

He simply stared at the golden chain, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Li Changqing, do you think you represent the will of Heaven?"

"You represent nothing more than the tyranny of the Heavenly Court!"

"Today, in front of the entire cultivation world, I'm going to ask you, the 'internet administrator,'—what gives you the right?!"

Just as the golden chain was about to touch Jia Zang's brow—

"Sizzle—!!!"

A piercing crackling sound of electricity suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Suddenly, the cobbled-together "diesel-psychic" generator behind Jia Zang burst into dazzling blue sparks.

That's not spiritual energy, that's pure, violent industrial electricity!

"Buzz—!!!"

The huge metal horn suddenly let out a deafening roar.

"Family members! Did you hear that?!"

Jia Zang's voice, amplified countless times through the loudspeaker, resounded like thunder throughout the entire Luoxia Peak, even piercing through the clouds and reaching the entire cultivation world!

"I am Jia Zang! The Jia Zang who was 'granted a title' by the Heavenly Court!"

"Today, the Heavenly Enforcers have arrived! They're going to put a 'slave contract' on me! They're going to take away my freedom!"

"I want to ask you all, and I want to ask Heaven itself—what crime have I, Jia Zhuang, committed?!"

"I built factories so that mortals could also use psionic lamps! I manufactured tractors so that cultivators wouldn't have to suffer from the cold while flying on their swords! I started live streaming so that our friends on Earth could see the splendor of our cultivation world!"

"What crime have I committed?! Did I commit the crime of 'wanting everyone to live a good life'?!"

Jia Zang's roar, filled with endless grief and resentment, echoed throughout the world through the enormous loudspeaker.

Li Changqing's expression changed instantly.

He never expected that this useless person, whose account had already been "banned," could still cause such a commotion.

What surprised him even more was that the voice coming from the loudspeaker actually... carried a strange power.

That's not spiritual energy, but rather a kind of... spiritual resonance.

At the foot of Luoxia Peak, the workers who were kneeling on the ground began to tremble upon hearing Jia Zang's words.

They remembered the first paycheck Jia Zang gave them when he first arrived.

I remembered the smiles on the children's faces when we first used the psionic lamp.

I recalled Jia Zang's determined look when he said, "Industrial cultivation leads to immortality, and everyone becomes a dragon."

"Chairman Jia is right!"

A young worker suddenly stood up, holding a wrench in his hand. "We didn't commit a crime! We were just doing our job!"

"Yes! We didn't commit a crime!"

More and more workers stood up.

They had no weapons, only wrenches, hammers, and screwdrivers.

But the light in their eyes was sharper than any flying sword.

"Li Changqing!" Jia Zhuang pointed at the law enforcement envoy in the sky, "Do you see this?! This is my 'evidence'! I've given these mortals the courage to rebel!"

"You...you all..." Li Changqing trembled with rage, "A bunch of ants, daring to defy the will of Heaven?!"

He suddenly activated the jade slip, and the golden chains instantly accelerated, aiming straight for Jia Zhuang's brow!

"Go to hell!"

"Sizzle—!!!"

Just then, a red notification popped up in Jia Zang's mind.

[System notification: A "slave contract" attack has been detected on the host.]

[System notification: The system detected that the emotional fluctuations of the viewers in the live stream have reached their peak.]

[System prompt: Activate "Bullet Screen Protection" feature?]

[Required Energy: 10000 "Comment Points"]

"Complaint points?!" Jia Zhuang's eyes lit up. "I have some! I saved them up all night!"

"start up!"

At Jia Zang's command, the huge metal horn suddenly emitted an even more dazzling light.

In the live stream, those crazy comments actually flew out of the screen!

Holy crap! The Heavenly Court is too ruthless!

Support Chairman Jia! Resist tyranny!

[A rocket gift of 1000! Go, Mr. Jia!]

[Protect yourselves with bullet comments! Hold on, you bastards!]

Countless colorful bullets formed a huge barrier in front of Jia Zang.

"boom--!!!"

The golden chains slammed into the barrage of bullets with a loud bang.

Li Changqing's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He never expected that his all-out attack would be blocked by a group of... a group of ethereal bullets?!

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

"This isn't sorcery!" Jia Zhuang stared at the crumbling barrage of bullets in the sky, a maniacal smile creeping onto his lips. "This is... the power of public opinion!"

"Li Changqing, go back and tell the Heavenly Dao System!"

"I, Jia Zang, do not accept this verdict!"

"I want to appeal!"

"I'm going to Heaven to confront you all face to face!"

"If you don't dare..."

Jia Zhuang suddenly turned around and looked at the group of workers holding wrenches behind him.

"Then I'll lead my 'industrial army' and storm the Southern Heavenly Gate!"

"Ten thousand tractors, counterattack the Heavenly Court!"

"boom--!!!"

As soon as Jia Zang finished speaking, the entire Luoxia Peak erupted in excitement.

The workers raised their tools high and roared in fury.

"Ten thousand tractors! Counterattack the Heavenly Court!"

"Ten thousand tractors! Counterattack the Heavenly Court!"

Seeing this scene before him, Li Changqing finally panicked.

He knew he had messed with a madman.

A madman who is not afraid of death and can incite a group of lunatics.

"You...you just wait!"

Li Changqing gritted his teeth, put away the jade slip, and turned to flee.

"Trying to leave?!" Jia Zhuang sneered. "Did you ask my 'megaphone' first?"

He suddenly pressed a red button on the generator.

"Buzz—!!!"

The huge metal horn suddenly emitted a piercing shriek.

That wasn't sound, but a specially modulated "electromagnetic pulse".

"Sizzle—!!!"

Suddenly, sparks flew from Li Changqing's flying boat, extinguishing all the runes.

The airship went out of control, carrying Li Changqing, and plummeted towards the ground.

"ah--!!!"

Li Changqing's screams echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Jia Zang stared coldly at the crashing flying boat.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The Heavenly Court will not let this go easily.

But he wasn't afraid.

Because he knew he wasn't fighting alone.

Behind him lies the entire industrial civilization.

Behind him are countless netizens from all over the world.

Behind him, there was...

"Elder Wang!" Jia Zhuang shouted.

"Here I am, Chairman Jia!"

"Notify all factories!"

"Full speed production!"

"We're going to build warships!"

"Ten thousand tractors—that's our interstellar fleet!"

"boom--!!!"

The roar of tractors echoed once again in the sky above Luoxia Peak.

But this time, it's not about producing drones.

But...

rebel.