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

Luoxia Peak, headquarters of Qingyun Heavy Industry.

The entire mountain has been transformed into a huge industrial park belching black smoke. The once tranquil paradise for cultivating immortality is now filled with the roar of pile drivers and the friction of conveyor belts.

Jia Zhuang stood on the "Welcome Plaza" atop Luoxia Peak, holding an exaggeratedly designed "nano-level bath brush" in his hand, and passionately gave a speech to several mechanical paper cranes (drones) hovering in mid-air.

"Family members! Welcome to Qingyun Heavy Industry's special live broadcast program—'Luoxia Peak Big Cleanup'!"

Jia Zhuang pushed up his sunglasses, pointed to the tractor behind him that had been heavily modified overnight, and his eyes gleamed with the light of a capitalist seeing a fat sheep... no, a customer.

"Many fellow cultivators ask me why, after cultivating for hundreds of years, they still feel overwhelmed by bottlenecks? Why, even though they've reached the Nascent Soul stage, do they still feel heavy all over and unable to fly?"

Jia Zhuang brandished his brush with anguish: "That's because you're 'greasy'! Your meridians are filled with too much spiritual residue, and your dantian is piled high with the patina of time! You think that's cultivation, but it's actually 'the three highs'! It's 'fatty liver'! It's the root of all evil that's hindering your ascension! Today, on my own turf, I'll show the entire cultivation world what true 'removing the grease' of the Great Dao really means!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

[Holy crap! Is this streamer running a bathhouse on Luoxia Peak?]

[This is called "high-end private customization," do you understand?]

[This is hilarious! The streamer is holding... a brush made from a god-slaying whip? Is he trying to physically peel off skin?]

Is this the charm of industrial cultivation? I'm in love!

Just then, the protective array outside Luoxia Peak suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

"Buzz—!!!"

The "spiritual network signal shield" that originally covered the mountain peak was forcibly torn open by a powerful force.

"Jia Zang! Cease your arrogance!"

A furious shout, like a thunderclap, resounded atop Sunset Peak.

A golden light streaked across the sky and instantly descended upon the "Welcome Plaza." As the golden light dissipated, it revealed an elderly man dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe. His hair and beard were white, his face was ruddy, and nine faint spiritual rings surrounded him. He stood on a radiant flying sword, hovering in mid-air, looking down at Jia Zhuang.

It was Xuanjizi, a Nascent Soul stage elder from the top sect in Zhongzhou, "Zixiao Palace".

This man had been in seclusion for three hundred years and had just broken through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He was full of vigor and ready to descend the mountain to establish his authority. However, as soon as he emerged from seclusion, he heard that a kid named Jia Zang was carrying out some kind of "industrial revolution" on Luoxia Peak and had even beaten several righteous sects to a pulp.

"Hmph! You heretic demon!" Xuanjizi sneered, instantly releasing a powerful Nascent Soul aura that enveloped the entire plaza like a mountain crashing down. "How dare you use such heretical words to mislead the masses and disrupt my Dao heart! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven, subdue your demonic chariot, and cripple your evil cultivation!"

As his words fell, the Qingyun Sect disciples in the square turned pale and their legs trembled. It was a suppression from the level of life itself.

However, Jia Zang acted as if nothing had happened, and even yawned.

Not only was he not intimidated by the pressure, but he also activated the "Eye of Truth" (the system's built-in analysis function), circled around Xuanjizi twice, and then shook his head with a look of disgust.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Jia Zhuang's voice was clearly transmitted throughout the venue and into the live broadcast room through the microphone.

"This is the late stage of Nascent Soul? I think it's more like the late stage of 'greasy'."

Xuanjizi was stunned, almost falling off his flying sword: "You... what did you say?"

"I told you, you're too oily." Jia Zhuang pointed at the nine spiritual rings on Xuanjizi's body, switching into his sarcastic mode. "Look at those rings, spinning like a top. It's obvious you've used too much lubricant. And your face, all red and ruddy, anyone who didn't know better would think you just finished a meal of braised pork. Where's the air of a celestial being? This is clearly late-stage 'three highs'—clogged blood vessels and stagnant spiritual energy!"

"You're courting death!" Xuanjizi trembled with rage and unleashed a "Purple Heaven Divine Thunder" strike.

"System! Activate [Home Field Defense Mode]! Target: Greasy Old Monster!" Jia Zhuang roared.

[System notification: Host detected conducting defensive operations in the "Luoxia Peak Main Battlefield," terrain bonuses are in effect!]

[System Notification: Host detected making derogatory remarks about "Nascent Soul stage cultivators," logic breakdown value +50000!]

[System Reward: Unlocked control of the "Fully Automatic Bath Scrubbing Production Line"]

As the system notification sounded, the ground at the summit of Luoxia Peak suddenly cracked open.

The once-flat plaza paving stones slid open to both sides, revealing a dense network of pipes and robotic arms beneath. The tractor parked nearby instantly started up, its exhaust pipe spewing out a plume of blue smoke. The "signal tower" on its roof rapidly transformed into a giant robotic arm, the tip of which was a [nanoscale scrubbing brush] shimmering with golden arcs of electricity.

"Sizzle—!!!"

Before Xuanjizi's divine lightning could strike, a high-pressure jet of spiritual liquid suddenly shot out from the ground. This jet contained Jiazang's specially made "powerful degreasing agent" (actually a high concentration of dish soap mixed with lightning-struck wood ash), which was specifically designed to break through all kinds of shields.

"What?!" Xuanjizi was shocked. He discovered that his protective aura was dissolving rapidly like a soap bubble in the face of this strange liquid.

"This is my territory, I'm in charge!" Jia Zhuang stood on the tractor's driver's seat, his hands furiously pounding on the massive mechanical keyboard. "Family members, do you see this? This is a classic case of 'spiritual energy stagnation.' This golden light clinging to his body isn't cultivation at all, it's 'sludge'! Only by rubbing it off can we restore his pure and clear Dao heart!"

"Give him a wash!"

With Jia Zhuang's command, the mechanical arm on the tractor swung down hard, accompanied by a whooshing sound.

"brush--!!!"

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the sky.

The brush, crafted from a divine whip, relentlessly rubbed against Xuanjizi's purple-gold Daoist robe. Accompanied by golden arcs of electricity, the spiritual light emanating from Xuanjizi's body was indeed brushed away layer by layer, like "oil stains"!

"What...what are you doing?! Stop! I am an elder of Zixiao Palace! Ah! My Daoist robe! My protective aura!"

Xuanjizi struggled desperately, trying to escape on his sword. But suddenly several auxiliary mechanical arms extended from the ground of Luoxia Peak, like claw machines, and held down his limbs, fixing him in mid-air in a "T" shape.

"Don't move! Moving around could damage your meridians!" Jia Zang said to the camera while operating the tractor. "Elder Wang, play some relaxing music for this fellow Daoist to ease his tension."

Elder Wang Teng was completely impressed by Jia Zang's "divine power" and tremblingly pressed the play button.

"We workers are strong, and we're busy working every day..."

The rousing DJ version of the factory song echoed atop Sunset Peak.

Under the frantic operation of the robotic arm, Xuanjizi's purple-gold Daoist robe was torn to shreds, revealing his fair and tender skin underneath.

Yes, fair and tender.

Because he had been in seclusion for many years, this old monster's skin was better maintained than that of a young girl.

"Stop rubbing! Stop rubbing! I was wrong! I was really wrong!" Xuanjizi broke down.

This is not just physical torture, but also mental anguish. A dignified Nascent Soul cultivator was being forced to endure a physical ordeal by a broken-down tractor while being scrubbed in mid-air? And thousands of people were watching the entire event live?

His Dao heart cracked at that moment.

"System, use [Oil Removal Spray]! Give him a thorough cleansing!" Jia Zang's lips curled into a wicked smile.

The tractor nozzle turned, spewing out a pink mist that instantly enveloped Xuanjizi.

[System notification: "Oil-removing spray" detected. The target is currently undergoing "self-reflection."]

After inhaling the mist, Xuanjizi's eyes instantly became glazed. Looking at the "oil and mud" (actually pure spiritual energy) that had been brushed off his body, he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt.

"What...what have I been doing all these years?"

Xuanjizi muttered to himself, "I've been in seclusion for three hundred years, doing nothing but eating and sleeping, occasionally coming out to show off... I'm really too greasy. What's the difference between a cultivator like me who only knows how to accumulate cultivation and a salted fish? I... I'm not worthy of being a cultivator!"

"Wow--"

Xuanjizi suddenly burst into tears, like a wronged child.

"I want to retire! I want to farm! I want to turn over a new leaf! I'm giving up on cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage!"

After he finished speaking, the illusory image of his nascent soul began to dim, and his originally stable realm began to loosen due to "self-loathing"!

[System Notification: Target's Dao Heart has completely collapsed, and their cultivation level has regressed! Nascent Soul Stage -> Golden Core Stage (Mid-Stage)!]

[System Notification: The "Realm Worship" system in the cultivation world has suffered severe damage, with a collapse value of +100000!]

Jia Zang nodded in satisfaction as he watched this scene.

"Did you see that, family members? This is the power of 'removing the grease.' Only by washing away the grease and vanity can you find your true self. Fellow Daoist Xuanjizi, although your cultivation level has dropped, your soul has been elevated!"

The live stream chat went wild.

[Holy crap! It actually came off! Is that spiritual energy? Why does it look like dirt?]

[The streamer is giving the Nascent Soul stage monster a "deep clean"!]

[This is hilarious! The old monster's expressions are so rich, from anger to terror, and then to shame!]

I also want to get a scrub; I feel greasy too.

Jia Zang turned off the microphone and said to Xuanjizi, who was already crying her eyes out, "Alright, stop crying. Considering how cooperative you were, here's this pile of 'oil mud' that you rubbed off as a souvenir."

After saying that, the mechanical arm released, and Xuanjizi fell to the ground like a pile of mud. He looked at the pile of golden "spiritual mud" on the ground, feeling like crying but having no tears.

Just then, another notification popped up on the system panel.

[System notification: The system detected that the host successfully defended and counterattacked in the "Luoxia Peak Main Battlefield," triggering the hidden achievement "My Territory, My Rules."]

[Mission Reward: Unlock the "Compressed Biscuit Production Line" technology.]

Jia Zhuang's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the reward.

"Compressed biscuits? Assembly line production? Isn't this a game-changer for alchemy?"

He turned his head, looked at the live stream, and gave a kind smile.

"Family members, it seems we need to upgrade our alchemy methods. Our next target is... I've heard that there's a severe shortage of pills in the cultivation world right now. With the continuous expansion of the cultivation community, the pills produced by traditional alchemy methods simply cannot meet the actual demand, seriously affecting the progress of cultivation."

"Tractor, start! Destination: Alchemy Hall! We're going to mass-produce pills!"

"Rat-a-tat ...

The tractor, belching blue smoke, carried Jia Zang and the adoring Elder Wang Teng, embarking once again on their journey through the "Collapsed Immortal Cultivation World".

Xuanjizi was left alone sitting in the square of Luoxia Peak, looking at his fair hands, lost in deep thought.

"Perhaps... the streamer is right. Cultivating immortality really can't be too frivolous."

He sighed, picked up a piece of "spiritual mud" from the ground, and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"Hmm...it tastes pretty good, a bit salty."

At this moment, the logic of the cultivation world completely collapsed.