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

Jia Zang drove his standard psionic tractor, carrying Taibai Jinxing, to the Jade Pool Wonderland. Looking down at the busy but expressionless immortals below, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"What we want to do is 'cultural export.' We want to 'stir up' the spiritual world of the immortals, making them feel that if they don't buy our products and dance our dances, they are not qualified, fashionable immortals."

"Cultural export?" Venus looked bewildered. "Do you mean poetry and songs?"

"No," Jia Zang shook his head and snapped his fingers, "it's 'Driving Test Part 3'."

[System notification: Host intent to conduct large-scale cultural export detected.]

[Triggering a key quest: The First Heavenly Court "Iron Bull Cup" Electronic Music Festival.]

[Mission Objective: To get at least 80% of the attendees to learn "Subject Three" and make a purchase.]

[Current live stream popularity: 1500 million (The entire internet is shocked, with many watching online).]

Half an hour later, at the Jade Pool Wonderland.

This place was originally where the Heavenly Court held the Peach Banquet, usually filled with elegant celestial music and graceful dances. The fairies danced with long sleeves, their robes fluttering, every movement containing the rhythm of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

But today, Yaochi has changed.

A huge LED screen was set up in the center of the Jade Pool. Instead of auspicious clouds and cranes, the screen displayed a group of mortals dressed in tight-fitting clothes, twisting their waists and swaying wildly to the extremely addictive DJ music.

On either side of the screen stood two specially modified "mysterious iron tractors." Their massive exhaust pipes had been transformed into ultra-high-decibel speakers, emitting a deep, booming bass roar in rhythm with the music, shaking the entire Yaochi area.

"Swords ignite grudges in the martial world, sleeves flutter to veil the bright moon..."

That incredibly piercing, corny DJ hit instantly shattered the tranquility of Yaochi.

A group of fairies dressed in flowing robes are clumsily imitating the movements on the screen under the guidance of Jia Zang's specially hired "Earth Dance Instructor"—a fat man wearing a floral shirt and a large gold chain.

"Hands! Hands should be soft! Waist should be twisting!" the fat instructor roared. "Eyes! Eyes should be glazed over! They should have that 'bro, awesome!' vibe!"

The fairies blushed crimson, utterly mortified. They were celestial beings, revered by all, never before having acted so...so wantonly.

"This...this is utterly disgraceful!" a senior fairy couldn't help but protest. "This dance is vulgar and utterly lacking in celestial grace; it's an insult to all civilization!"

"An insult to civility?" Jia Zang strolled in, carrying a large megaphone. "You're mistaken, fairy. This is called 'being down-to-earth,' this is called 'being approachable.' Just imagine, how would the believers in the mortal realm react if they saw the fairies of heaven performing their familiar dances?"

The old fairy snorted coldly: "Naturally, she feels that the Heavenly Court has fallen and is no longer sacred."

"Wrong!" Jia Zang held up a finger and shook it. "They'll feel a sense of closeness! They'll feel that there's no distance between them and the Heavenly Court! This disappearance of distance will greatly stimulate their desire to offer sacrifices. They'll think: 'Since the fairies are dancing so happily, I should burn more incense and buy more bottles of 'Qingyun Brand' blessed water to support the fairies!'"

As they were talking, the music on the screen suddenly sped up, reaching its climax.

"La la la la la..."

Under the coercion and enticement of the fat instructor, the fairy who led the dance—who was none other than the distant cousin of Chang'e, the fairy in the Moon Palace known for her aloofness—gritted her teeth and finally let go of all her reserve.

She swayed her waist and waved her hands. Although her movements were clumsy, they somehow created a strange sense of incongruity and attraction thanks to her gorgeous fairy dress.

Seeing this, the surrounding fairies also began to act freely.

In an instant, celestial music (DJ version) filled the air above the Jade Pool, and colorful ribbons (glow sticks) danced in the air. The originally aloof and noble fairies now seemed to have transformed into lead dancers in a nightclub, and the intense collision between their "rustic" and "ethereal" aura created a chilling chemical reaction.

[Livestream chat]

[Holy crap! Is this the Jade Pool? I thought I'd been transported to a small-town disco!]

[Hey, that's called Cyber ​​Jade Pool! The tractor sound system is awesome!]

[Chang'e's cousin? That waist twisting is more flexible than my tractor's driveshaft!]

[Jia Dong is awesome! Cultural invasion starts from driving test part three!]

[Laojun: Where are my elixirs? I want to buy more! I want to reward the fairy!]

The Moon Palace remains as desolate and cold as ever.

As Chang'e was staring blankly at the Jade Rabbit, a sudden burst of extremely loud music came from the sky, causing the barrier of the Guanghan Palace to tremble slightly.

"What is that sound?" Chang'e frowned and used her magic to look down.

This sight almost made her fall off the osmanthus tree.

Below, on the Jade Pool Square, a group of fairies dressed in flowing robes were wildly twisting their bodies to the beat of a catchy DJ track. Their movements and expressions were simply... utterly appalling!

"Rebellion! Rebellion!" Chang'e trembled with rage. "This is blasphemy against the Heavenly Court! I'm going to lodge a complaint with the Emperor!"

She rode on auspicious clouds and angrily rushed to the Jade Pool.

However, she was stunned when she saw the scenery around Yaochi.

The area around Yaochi was already crowded with celestial beings from the Heavenly Court. They were no longer sitting upright as usual, but instead holding their phones, frantically taking photos and videos of the "driving test" in the arena.

"Hey, look! That's Vega! I never knew she could dance so energetically!"

"Who's that? Looks like Laozi's alchemy apprentice? His movements are more professional than those of those internet celebrities I see in the mortal world!"

"Quick! Record this! I'm going to post it on the 'Heavenly Court's Moments'! This will definitely be the hottest topic today!"

Chang'e stood on the cloud, watching this scene, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

She saw Jia Zang. That mortal, dressed in strange clothes, stood on a high platform, watching everything with a smug look on his face. Beside him, Taibai Jinxing was grinning from ear to ear, holding a giant QR code sign that read: "Scan the code to follow 'Heavenly Entertainment,' tip the fairy, and win a limited edition 'Driving Test Part 3' instructional video!"

"What...what's going on?" Chang'e murmured to herself.

"Chang'e, you've come too?" Jia Zhuang, with his sharp eyes, spotted Chang'e in the clouds at a glance and immediately shouted through a megaphone, "Come, come! Don't just look! The fairies of the Moon Palace are famous throughout Heaven for their dancing skills. Why don't you come down and dance a bit? We've prepared a 'Moon Palace Special Edition' of music!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

The screen suddenly changed, and the original local DJ music was mixed with the melody of "Spring River Flower Moon Night", turning into a strange "ancient style DJ".

"Fairy! Jump! Jump!" The immortals below, led by Jia Zang's men, started to cheer.

Chang'e's face turned pale and then red. She wanted to get angry and use her magic to teach this arrogant mortal a lesson. But when her gaze swept down, she saw the long-lost, vibrant smiles on the faces of the once serene and indifferent gods.

That was the cheap yet genuine happiness brought about by industrial civilization.

She suddenly realized that her pride in her aloofness seemed so pale and powerless in this world full of money and noise.

"So be it..." Chang'e sighed and closed her eyes. "Perhaps, this is fate."

She didn't go down to dance; instead, she silently turned around and rode away on a cloud.

But what she didn't know was that the moment she turned around, Jia Zhuang's lips curled into a sly smile.

"Not going to dance? No problem." Jia Zhuang whispered to Taibai Jinxing beside him, "I've already had the news spread that 'Chang'e, the Moon Goddess, allegedly left in anger due to jealousy.' Tomorrow, the 'Chang'e-style angry makeup' and 'Moon Palace aloof style' clothing will definitely sell like hotcakes."

Venus gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

The trend of "driving test part three" did not stop with Chang'e's departure.

On the contrary, with Jia Zang's encouragement, this "rustic" trend quickly swept through the entire Heavenly Court.

From the South Heavenly Gate to the Tushita Palace, from the Jade Pool to the Milky Way, everywhere you look there are figures twisting and turning.

Even the usually serious heavenly soldiers and generals can't help but twist their waists a couple of times during breaks from their guard duty.

Laozi, who used to meditate in front of the alchemy furnace, now hums "la la la la la" while controlling the fire.

Even those star deities who are usually serious and unsmiling no longer compete to see whose magic weapon is more powerful when they gather, but instead compete to see whose "driving test" is more accurate.

The Heavenly Court, once a sacred place representing the highest order and majesty, has been completely transformed into a giant "square dance" scene.

Meanwhile, Jia Zang made a fortune in the process.

He not only sold countless "driving test preparation videos" and related products, but more importantly, he successfully used this "cultural invasion" method to dismantle the last bit of restraint and defense of the gods in heaven.

When the gods begin to indulge in this cheap pleasure, they cease to be those aloof, otherworldly deities. They become consumers, vibrant, desire-filled nodes within Jia Zang's business empire.

"This is just the beginning." Jia Zang stood on the high platform, looking down at the chaotic scene of demons dancing wildly, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

"What we need to do next is to brand them with the mark of 'Qingyun Heavy Industry' even in their souls."

He turned around and said to his secretary (a celestial literary star recruited with a high salary), "Pass down the word: the auditions for the next 'Celestial Voice' competition are officially starting. The prize is... a 'get-out-of-jail-free card' (limited edition)."

Wenquxing was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "President Jia, are you trying to turn the Heavenly Court into a grand stage?"

Jia Zang chuckled: "No, I want to turn it into a huge... market."