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

Outside the South Heavenly Gate, the sea of ​​clouds churns and surges.

This is the hub where the three realms meet, the end point that mortals look up to, and the South Heavenly Gate, symbolizing supreme majesty and sacred order.

In the past, only the cries of cranes and the swirling auspicious clouds could be heard here. Occasionally, a few wandering immortals would pass by on their swords, but they had to carefully conceal their sword light, for fear of disturbing the peace of the gatekeepers.

But today, a strange rumbling sound came from outside the South Heavenly Gate.

The sound was neither like the thunder of the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess, nor like the beating of the war drums of the Giant Spirit God, but rather a deep and irritable sound full of mechanical violence aesthetics—"putt-putt-putt-putt-putt".

"Report—!!!"

A star official on duty stumbled and crawled into the South Heavenly Gate duty room, his face ashen, and the jade slip in his hand trembling.

"What's all the panic! What kind of behavior is this!" The gatekeeper, the Heavenly King of Growth, Mo Liqing, was drinking tea from a glass cup when he frowned. "Which blind demon in the lower realm is undergoing tribulation this time?"

"No...it's not a demon..." The star official swallowed hard, his eyes filled with the terror of his worldview collapsing. "It's...it's that Jia Zang! He's leading a massive army to attack!"

"Hmph, a mere mortal." Mo Liqing sneered, setting down his teacup and raising his Qingyun Sword. "I'd like to see what kind of trouble this lowly ant from the lower realm can cause. Issue the order: form ranks! Prepare for battle!"

"I...I can't go on anymore..." the star official cried, his voice trembling with emotion. "The road...the road is blocked!"

Mo Liqing was taken aback, then strode to the South Heavenly Gate and looked down.

Upon seeing this, the Qingyun Sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

What was once a wide and boundless path to the heavens has now been transformed into a torrent of steel.

Those weren't auspicious clouds of heavenly soldiers and generals, nor were they divine beast mounts; they were tens of thousands of... tractors.

Yes, more than 10,000 heavily modified agricultural tractors.

These tractors were entirely black, their armor reforged from the "Ten Thousand Year Black Iron" rewarded by the system, so thick it was suffocating. Unknown runic chains were wrapped around the tracks, and the exhaust pipes spewed not black smoke, but compressed psionic waste gas at its limit, an "industrial toxic gas" with a smell of leek dumplings, domineeringly tearing through the elegance of the auspicious clouds.

They are connected end to end, like a giant steel python, tightly coiled in the square in front of the South Heavenly Gate.

At the very front of the procession, a giant bulldozer painted with the words "Cosmic Demolition Office Special Operation Vehicle" was pressing its massive bucket against the threshold of the South Heavenly Gate, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A lazy, irritating voice blared from the bulldozer's loudspeaker:

"Listen up, you inside! I am Jia Zhuang, the director of the Earth's cultivation world's office in Heaven. According to Article 250 of the 'Cosmic Transportation Law,' this South Heavenly Gate of yours is an illegal structure that seriously obstructs interstellar traffic. Now, I order you to immediately dismantle this gate!"

Mo Liqing was so enraged that his three corpses throbbed, and his beard trembled: "Insolence! How dare you cause trouble at the South Heavenly Gate! Soldiers, listen to my command, take away these pieces of scrap metal..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jia Zhuang's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of impatience:

"So, they're going to refuse a polite offer and then have to suffer the consequences, huh? Brothers, stop wasting your breath. Since they won't demolish it, we'll demolish it for them! Let's launch the 'South Heavenly Gate Prank' plan!"

"Boom!"

Ten thousand tractors started up at the same time.

This wasn't a charge; it was a simple, violent, and utterly unskilled traffic jam.

Instead of crashing into Nantianmen, the tractors in the front row made a neat U-turn in the square and came to a stop haphazardly. Then, the tractors in the back row drove directly onto the tracks of the front row, stacking on top of each other like building blocks, instantly creating a steel Great Wall in front of Nantianmen.

In just three minutes.

The South Heavenly Gate is blocked.

Not even a fly can get out, let alone a person.

……

The Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor was sitting upright on the golden chair with nine dragons, closing his eyes to rest.

Celestial music filled the hall, and immortals lined up on both sides, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Report—!!!"

Venus stumbled into the main hall, half of the whisk in his hand had fallen out.

"Taibai, what's the matter?" The Jade Emperor opened his eyes slightly and asked with displeasure.

"Your Majesty! No...nothing good has happened!" Venus gasped for breath, "The Southern Heavenly Gate...the Southern Heavenly Gate is surrounded!"

"Surrounded?" The Jade Emperor frowned. "Which demon king has rebelled? Where is Nezha? Where is Yang Jian?"

"No...it wasn't the Demon King..." Taibai Jinxing cried, "It was...it was that Jia Zang. He brought ten thousand...tractors and blocked the South Heavenly Gate!"

"A tractor?" The Jade Emperor paused, clearly unfamiliar with the term. "What kind of magical artifact is that? How powerful is it?"

"Your Majesty, according to the message from the Heavenly King of Growth, it's a kind of... mortal agricultural machinery. It's not very powerful, it's just... it's incredibly congested." Taibai Jinxing wiped his sweat. "Now, the South Heavenly Gate is completely surrounded by those iron lumps. Heavenly soldiers and generals can't get out, and incense offerings from outside can't get in. The entire South Heavenly Gate area is utterly paralyzed!"

The Jade Emperor remained silent.

The immortals also fell silent.

Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, couldn't help but step forward: "Your Majesty! This is an utter disgrace! I request permission to lead 100,000 heavenly soldiers to tear that Jia Zang to pieces!"

"Wait," the Jade Emperor raised his hand to stop Li Jing.

He slowly stood up, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "I want to see what tricks this mortal can pull. Issue my decree to activate 'Severing the Connection Between Heaven and Earth - Level One Response'."

"Your Majesty, you mean..." Venus was startled.

"Since he likes to blockade, let him blockade to his heart's content." The Jade Emperor sneered. "Issue the order to cut off all spiritual energy supply to the Southern Heavenly Gate area and activate the 'Heavenly Firewall.' I want to see how long his piles of junk can last without spiritual energy!"

……

Outside the South Heavenly Gate.

Jia Zang sat in the cab of the modified bulldozer, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, looking at the magnificent yet tightly closed Southern Heavenly Gate before him, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"System, what's the Heavenly Court's reaction?"

[Ding! The Heavenly Court has activated the "Severing the Connection Between Heaven and Earth" defense mechanism.]

[Current Status: The South Heavenly Gate area has been isolated by the "Heavenly Firewall".]

[Warning: External spiritual energy supply has been cut off; spiritual energy concentration in the area is rapidly decreasing.]

[Warning: High-dimensional rule suppression detected. The spiritual energy conversion efficiency of the host and all mechanical units under their command has been reduced by 90%.]

"Ha, you old fox." Jia Zhuang spat out the grass in his mouth. "Trying to trap me here? Trying to impose an economic blockade?"

He glanced at the dial.

Sure enough, the originally emerald green energy bar was now flashing red light wildly.

Although these tractors have been modified, they still essentially consume spiritual energy. Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, these 10,000 tractors will turn into 10,000 tons of scrap metal. At that point, even without the Heavenly Court taking action, they themselves will be crushed to death inside.

"Boss, things aren't looking good," came the panicked voice of Wang Tiezhu, the adjutant in charge of the operation, over the headset. "The spiritual energy concentration is dropping too fast; the brothers are feeling a bit tight in their chests. And... this Heavenly Court wall seems a bit strange; our drills can't penetrate it at all!"

Jia Zhuang looked up.

Above the South Heavenly Gate, a faint golden light curtain had appeared out of nowhere. Intricate runes flowed across the light curtain, radiating a chilling pressure.

This is the "Heavenly Firewall".

It's not just a wall, but a set of rules. Within these rules, the Heavenly Court is the realm of gods, and mortals are mere ants.

"Is this what they call 'Heavenly Might'?" Jia Zang stroked his chin, his eyes gradually sharpening. "System, analyze the structure of this wall."

[Analysis in progress...]

Analysis complete. This defense mechanism is built upon the "Rules of Heaven," with its core logic being "order of rank and distinction between immortals and mortals."

[Difficulty to crack: Extremely high.]

[Suggested solutions: Physical destruction (success rate 0.01%); Rule modification (success rate unknown).]

"Rules alteration?" Jia Zang laughed. "That's exactly my forte."

He turned on the live streaming equipment, adjusted the camera angle, and aimed it at the towering Nantianmen (South Heavenly Gate).

On the screen, the comments section was already scrolling wildly.

"Holy crap! Is this streamer going to go head-to-head with the Heavenly Court?"

"Awesome! Those 10,000 tractors are so cool! Is this the romance of the industrialists?"

"Oh no! I see golden light coming from Heaven! Run, streamer!"

"Run my ass! They're blocking the entrance, how can we run?"

"Hey streamer, I've given them ten rockets! Let's teach those cheaters a lesson!"

Seeing the screen full of "666" and gift effects, Jia Zhuang's smile deepened.

That's right, the reason he made such a big fuss was not actually to break in.

He knew that with his current strength, forcing his way into the Lingxiao Palace would be suicide.

His only goal is to generate traffic.

In this information age, traffic is a weapon, and public opinion is a nuclear bomb.

Doesn't the Heavenly Court like to follow rules? Doesn't it like to be high and mighty?

Then I'll pull you down from your pedestal and let netizens from all over the universe see what kind of place this so-called "Heavenly Court" really is!

"Tiezhu." Jia Zhuang picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice steady and cold.

"exist!"

"Initiate the 'Network of Ten Thousand Machines' project. Set up all the antennas on the tractors and turn the power to maximum."

"Boss, what are you doing? We already don't have enough spiritual energy..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just do as I say." Jia Zhuang's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since they want to play by the 'rules,' then we'll give them a 'live trial.'"

"Pass on my order: All troops, pay attention!"

"Turn on all the searchlights and illuminate the South Heavenly Gate as brightly as day!"

"Activate the holographic projection and project the live stream onto that layer of golden light!"

"I want to turn this Southern Heavenly Gate into the largest live broadcast studio in the entire universe!"

"Yes, sir!"

With Jia Zang's command, the once lifeless Great Wall of Steel instantly "came to life".

The antennas on the tops of ten thousand tractors were erected simultaneously, resembling a steel forest.

Immediately afterwards, countless blinding beams of searchlight shot into the sky, slamming into the golden "Heavenly Firewall".

"Sizzle—"

The light screen trembled violently, as if it had been scalded.

On that light screen, a huge, clear image with the Earth live broadcast watermark suddenly appeared!

The image shows Jia Zang's face with a wicked grin.

"Hey, hey, hey, test, test."

Jia Zang's voice, amplified by spiritual power, echoed over the South Heavenly Gate Square and was also broadcast throughout the entire cultivation world via live stream.

"Good morning, fellow celestial beings of Heaven."

"I am your old friend, Jia Zhuang."

"The weather's nice today, and I was planning to come up here to take care of some serious business. But you guys at the South Heavenly Gate are really disrespectful, insisting on doing this 'severing the connection between heaven and earth' thing."

"Since you won't let me in, then I won't be polite."

Jia Zang pointed to the golden light above his head and said to the camera:

"Family members, do you see this? This is how the Heavenly Court treats its guests."

"We've come all this way, and they won't even give us a sip of water, and they want to cut off our spiritual energy."

"What do you call this? This is called 'hegemony'! This is called 'lack of martial ethics'!"

"Since they don't want to reason, let's hold a 'Heavenly Hearing' right here today!"

"I hereby declare that, from this moment forward, Nantianmen Square is officially renamed 'Heavenly Court Rights Protection Square'!"

"Everyone who has been oppressed, exploited, or had their wages withheld by the Heavenly Court, come here and say a few words!"

"We won't resort to force today; we'll fight with reason!"

"Let's use all the traffic in the universe to give the Heavenly Court a good talking-to about what it means to 'the user is God'!"

As soon as Jia Zang finished speaking, the live stream chat exploded with comments.

Inside the South Heavenly Gate, the immortals who heard these treasonous remarks were so angry that they almost vomited blood on the spot.

The Heavenly King of Growth, Mo Liqing, was furious: "Outrageous! How dare you spread heresies in front of the Heavenly Court! Break it! Break that image!"

However, no matter how the heavenly soldiers attacked, the live broadcast on that light screen remained intact.

Because that was a hole that Jia Zang forcibly tore open in this "world of cultivation" using the logic of "industrial civilization".

Jia Zang leaned back in his chair, looking at his face magnified countless times on the screen, and hummed a little tune.

"First round, opening show, done."

"Now, it's time to serve up some real dishes."

He glanced at the constantly changing "number of online viewers" on the system panel, and his eyes became deep.

"You old Jade Emperor, your good days are over."