Chapter 1: The God-Tier Entertainment System
In the grand hall of the Ghost King Sect, located in the far northern wastelands of the Tianyuan Continent, a young man dressed in a black robe sat expressionless on a dark stone chair. His hair was stark white, a sharp contrast to his youthful face.
In the center of the hall, ten other figures sat along both sides. Men and women, old and young, they varied in appearance, but one thing united them—they didn’t exactly look like the good guys.
“Lord Sect Master,” rasped a gaunt old man seated second on the left, “yesterday, we found another righteous spy in my Bone Spirit Cult. This morning, I skinned him alive, ripped out his tendons, and turned his bones into a magical artifact. His soul’s been sealed in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Tomorrow, I’ll have my disciples toss his empty husk over to the Blazing Sun Sect.”
The young man on the stone chair twitched an eyelid, though his face remained a mask of calm. But the reports didn’t stop there. A burly, bald man in a blood-red robe burst into loud laughter.
“Lord Sect Master, yesterday I led my Blood Blade Sect disciples into the territory of the righteous Clear Wind Temple. We slaughtered every last one of their third-generation disciples. Even that thunder spirit root genius they recently took in—I ripped his spirit root out with my own hands. What a thrill! If that old geezer Qingwei hadn’t come out of seclusion, I’d have wiped out every single one of those sanctimonious fools.”
The white-haired youth, Lin Ye, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Before he could process that, a seductive woman in a sheer black dress, a black lotus mark glowing between her brows, giggled and chimed in.
“Big Brother Sect Master, yesterday I sent Xiaoqian and the girls to Dongyang City. This morning, Xiaoqian reported back—they’ve drained the vital essence from a bunch of Haoran Academy disciples, tainting their scholarly hearts. From now on, their Confucian cultivation’s going nowhere.” She pouted at Lin Ye, her eyes flashing with playful reproach. “Big Brother Sect Master, why don’t you praise me? I spent days coming up with this plan!”
Before she could finish, a plump middle-aged man clutching an abacus rose from the first seat on the left. “Lord Sect Master, I have urgent news.”
“Speak,” Lin Ye said, waving a hand distractedly.
“Yes, sir! Yesterday, the Heavenly Sword Sect teamed up with the ten major righteous sects and seized ten of our Ghost King Sect’s spirit stone mines. They freed 100,000 slave miners and killed over 300 of our disciples.”
The moment he finished, the group lining the hall shot to their feet, faces alight with fury.
“Outrageous! Is the Heavenly Sword Sect declaring war on us demonic sects?” one shouted.
“Lord Sect Master, let me lead the elite disciples of the Mysterious Yin Cult to the Heavenly Sword Sect. If a single ant’s still crawling there by tomorrow, I, Minghe, will offer you my head!” another roared.
“I, from the Blood Pool Sect, will join Brother Minghe. The righteous killed 300 of our demonic disciples? I’ll slaughter 3,000 of theirs!” a third chimed in.
“Why not let Lord Sect Master lead us to give the righteous a bloodbath? They’ve clearly forgotten the terror of our demonic might!”
All eyes turned expectantly to Lin Ye, still seated on his stone chair. His heart skipped a beat, but he kept his face blank. After a moment of silence, he spoke coolly, “It’s no big deal. A few mine slaves and outer disciples—dead is dead. As for the spirit stone mines, take some men and reclaim them tomorrow. Starting a war with the righteous now isn’t the time. My demonic arts are in their final stage. Once I perfect them, the day I master my power will be the day our demonic sects unite the Tianyuan Continent.”
The hall erupted in cheers.
“Lord Sect Master, have you reached the ninth peak of the Heavenly Demon Art?” one gasped.
“Amazing! Once you break through to the tenth level, no one in the Tianyuan Continent will stand a chance against you!” another exclaimed.
“No wonder you’re so calm, Lord Sect Master.”
“Let the righteous fools strut around a little longer. When your divine arts are complete, we’ll wipe them all out!”
Their savage laughter echoed through the hall. Lin Ye quickly made up an excuse to dismiss the bloodthirsty crowd. Soon, the vast hall was empty, leaving him alone.
“Ugh, I’ve only been here a few days, and it’s one mess after another,” he muttered. “Now things are so bad, there’s no hope of peace between the righteous and demonic sects. What if it really comes to war?”
Lin Ye rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “I’m so screwed. Not only did I transmigrate into the body of the demonic sects’ big boss, but this guy’s also a spy for the righteous side! If war breaks out, I’m the first one dead. I’ve killed more righteous cultivators than anyone to climb this high. If the demonic sects find out who I really am, I’ll be hunted by both sides. Even at the Great Vehicle stage, I won’t last long.”
He sighed. “At this body’s cultivation speed, breaking through to the tenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art will take at least 100 years.”
The thought of the Ghost King Sect’s eight brutal demonic factions made him shudder. “No way. I can’t let a third righteous-demonic war happen. I can’t let the righteous grow stronger, and I definitely can’t let these demonic lunatics keep raiding righteous territory to kill their geniuses. Both sides need to chill out so I can buy time to boost my cultivation. But how do I calm them down?”
As he racked his brain, a sudden chime rang in his mind.
Ding! Host detected transmigrating to another world. God-Tier Entertainment System binding successful.
Scanning current world environment…
Scan complete.
Constructing basic interstellar network…
Construction successful. Starlink network now covers a 1,000,000-kilometer radius around the host’s location.
Loading spatial material transfer function…
The barrage of notifications left Lin Ye stunned. Then it clicked. “My transmigration cheat has finally arrived! But… ‘God-Tier Entertainment System’? What’s with that name? This is a cultivation world, not some modern city plane!”
Grumbling aside, he clung to a shred of hope and opened the system interface in his mind. One look, and his heart sank. This wasn’t a system—it was a massive online store. And it had nothing to do with cultivation. Instead, it was packed with entertainment apps—social media, video streaming, games, shopping. He even spotted familiar names from his past life: TikTok, QQ, WeChat, all right there.
“What… am I supposed to do with this? I need something useful! Plus, there’s no internet in this world!”
Just as he groaned, two new alerts popped up.
Since this is the host’s first time binding the system, you’ll receive one free app and a 10% cashback on user recharges.
Free app acquired: TikTok Pure Edition. New item added to the store: Tianji Model 1 Smartphone.
Lin Ye’s jaw dropped. “TikTok? So I can scroll TikTok in a cultivation world? That’s… still useless! And what’s with the phone?”
Curious, he browsed the store and found the Tianji Model 1 Smartphone. Price: 1 spirit stone. Hesitating, he pulled a spirit stone from the storage pouch at his waist. Before he could figure out how to buy it, the stone flashed into a beam of light, vanishing into the system screen. A cool sensation hit his hand. Looking down, he saw a sleek phone—eerily similar to an iPhone from his old life—resting in his palm.
He pressed the side button, and the screen lit up, displaying a familiar musical note icon.
Chapter 2: TikTok and Recruiting Streamers
Staring at the familiar app on his phone screen, Lin Ye felt a flicker of relief wash over him. Sure, he’d been a little annoyed with this so-called system at first, but now? It didn’t seem so bad.
“Whatever,” he muttered. “Even if this system’s kinda useless, at least I won’t be bored out of my mind anymore. When the stress of cultivation gets too heavy, I can just scroll through TikTok.” He grinned. “Man, I haven’t watched TikTok since I got stuck in this world. Wonder if I’ll still see those cute girls from my old life, heh.”
With a spark of excitement, he tapped the app. But within seconds, his face fell.
“Are you kidding me? Why’s there not a single video?” He frowned. “No network or something? Wait—no, there’s a signal icon right here. Didn’t the system mention some interstellar internet thing?”
After poking around with no luck, a light bulb went off in his head. “Oh, duh! I’m the only one in this world with a phone. Of course there’s no videos on TikTok—nobody’s posting!”
To test his theory, he hit the plus sign and switched to recording mode. To his surprise, all the music and effects from his old life were still there. He picked a random track, aimed the camera at his face, and shot a quick 15-second clip. After hitting upload, it posted instantly—faster than 5G back home. Sure enough, when he refreshed the homepage, his video popped up.
“Yep, just like I thought,” he said. “No videos because no one’s uploading, not because of the network.” His eyes lit up. “Wait a sec… if that’s the case…”
Right then, an idea hit him—a way to cool things down between the righteous and demonic sects and maybe even chill out the crazy cultivation grind everyone was obsessed with. Everyone knew the righteous and demonic sides were always at each other’s throats because, well, what else were they supposed to do? Especially his crew of demonic nutjobs—they were like adrenaline junkies with no outlet. Killing was their entertainment because there was nothing else to do.
The righteous cultivators weren’t much better. It was all cultivate, retreat, cultivate, retreat. When they weren’t holed up meditating, they were fighting. If they lost, back to meditating they went. But what if they had something fun to distract them? They wouldn’t be so obsessed with fighting all the time. Back in his old world, countries pushed entertainment hard to keep people calm and happy. It worked there—why not here?
Plus, there was a bonus: entertainment could slow down their cultivation. Why bother grinding yourself to death when you could just mess with everyone else’s progress? If their cultivation slowed, it’d be like his own was speeding up by comparison.
A sly grin spread across Lin Ye’s face. He reopened the system store and, without hesitation, dropped 10,000 spirit stones on 10,000 phones. Just like the first one, they came preloaded with TikTok and hooked up to the network. While messing around, he noticed something cool—these phones were tough. Like, magical artifact tough. Drop-proof, waterproof, fireproof, and they didn’t even need charging. They just soaked up spiritual energy from the air. They had all the basics too: calls, camera, flashlight, you name it.
The weirdest part? They needed a phone plan. One spirit stone a month for the base fee, plus extra for calls and texts. Lin Ye’s eyes gleamed. If enough people got these phones, he’d rake in cashback from the system’s 10% recharge bonus. But to really get them out there, he couldn’t just rely on the call feature—communication artifacts weren’t exactly rare in the Tianyuan Continent.
“Time to crank out some video content,” he said, stuffing all 10,000 phones into his storage pouch. With a determined stride, he headed out of the hall.
At the entrance, a massive black tiger lounging on the stone steps perked up as he approached. It lumbered over, rubbing its huge head against him affectionately. This was his mount, the Nether Tiger King, an eighth-tier beast—equivalent to a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator. Thanks to a blood pact from his body’s previous owner, the tiger was as tame as a kitten around him.
Patting its head, Lin Ye swung himself onto its back. “Let’s roll—to the Charming Lady Sect!”
With a roar, the Nether Tiger King took off, turning into a gust of demonic wind. In less than a minute, they landed on a serene mountain peak filled with birdsong and blooming flowers—the home of the Charming Lady Sect, one of the Ghost King Sect’s eight demonic factions.
The Charming Lady Sect boasted 3,000 female cultivators, all practicing the Charming Lady Heart Sutra. The higher their cultivation, the more stunning they became. Every single one was drop-dead gorgeous. As if sensing his arrival, several figures shot toward him in streaks of light. Leading them was the flirty woman in the black gauze dress from before—Bai Qingxuan, the sect’s leader and a legendary figure known as the Yin Queen.
Her eyes sparkled when she saw Lin Ye. With a graceful sway, she glided over. “Big Brother Sect Master, did you come all this way just for little ol’ me?”
“Yep, I’m here for you,” Lin Ye said with a nod, hopping off the tiger. Before he could blink, a wave of perfume hit him, and Bai Qingxuan was right in his face. Her sultry, doe-eyed stare made him freeze.
“Big Brother Sect Master, have you finally decided to dual cultivate with me?” she purred.
“Uh, no, that’s not it,” he coughed. “I’m here on serious business—something that could decide the fate of our demonic sects. We’ll talk dual cultivation later.”
Bai Qingxuan pouted, clearly disappointed. “Fine. But I’m dying to know—what’s so big it could affect our survival?”
“I’ll explain soon,” he said. “First, round up all your disciples who can sing and dance.”
She tilted her head, confused, but didn’t argue. Soon, Lin Ye was led into the Charming Lady Sect’s main hall, where hundreds of breathtaking female cultivators waited. Each one was flawless—way hotter than any influencer from his old life on Blue Star. Thanks to the Charming Lady Heart Sutra, they oozed a natural allure that could hook anyone, even without trying.
Lin Ye scanned the room, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Nice. Very nice. Keep them all here.”
The girls’ eyes lit up, practically devouring him with their stares. Bai Qingxuan shot him a sideways glance. “Big Brother Sect Master, you sure you can handle all of them?”
“What? No!” He waved his hand, flustered, and pulled out the phones. “Pass these artifacts out to them.”
Bai Qingxuan took one, her brow furrowing. “What’s this?”
“It’s a phone,” Lin Ye said. “I’ll show you how to use it in a sec.”
A small grin crept onto his face. For the shut-in cultivators of this world, what could be more irresistible than videos of gorgeous girls?
Chapter 3: Cheongsam and JK
It didn’t take long for Lin Ye to instruct Bai Qingxuan to hand out the phones to the Charming Lady Sect disciples. As they held the strange, sleek devices, confusion flickered in their eyes. They had no clue what these things were for—not even Bai Qingxuan could figure it out.
Lin Ye had expected this. With a confident grin, he raised his own phone high. “What you’re holding is called a phone. It’s a special artifact I designed myself, packed with some pretty cool features. See that little button on the side? Press it lightly, and it’ll turn on.”
Under his guidance, the group of female cultivators quickly picked up the basics. “Next, let’s open the app on the screen called TikTok,” he continued. “Yep, just like that. See the little plus sign at the bottom? Tap it with your finger.”
When they followed his instructions, their screens instantly switched to camera mode. The girls’ jaws dropped as they stared at the moving images in disbelief.
“How’s this possible? Junior Sister, why are you on my screen?” one gasped.
“The picture moves!” another exclaimed.
“This phone thing is so weird and awesome!”
“But is this all it does?”
Lin Ye jumped in. “You’ve all seen it—tap the plus sign, and you’re in recording mode. It can snap photos or shoot videos of you.” Right in front of the Charming Lady Sect crew, he aimed his phone at Bai Qingxuan and recorded a 15-second clip. After uploading it, he said, “Check this out. I just filmed your Yin Queen. Hit the back button in the top left corner, and you’ll see it.”
Following his lead, they did exactly that—and sure enough, the video he’d shot of Bai Qingxuan popped up on their TikTok feeds. Born and raised in this world, they’d never seen anything like it. Their eyes sparkled with wonder.
“That’s just the basics,” Lin Ye added. “You can spice things up with music, effects, and text to make your videos way more fun.” Sensing their curiosity, he dove into a crash course—everything from shooting and uploading to adding soundtracks, filters, captions, and beauty mode. He taught it all with patience, and thanks to their sharp minds, they mastered TikTok in no time. Soon, they were filming their own stuff.
Before long, they were hooked on beauty filters and goofy voiceovers, churning out video after video. Watching them, Lin Ye couldn’t help but think of middle-aged ladies from his old life discovering TikTok for the first time. The only difference? These girls were a million times prettier. Even their casual, no-effort clips were stunning. In less than ten minutes, TikTok was flooded with thousands of new videos.
“Alright, hold up!” Lin Ye called out. “Let’s pause for a sec. I’ve got some TikTok rules to go over. First off, don’t just film and post whatever. Once it’s up, it’s not just you watching—anyone could see it. One slip-up, and you might leak your own secrets or the sect’s.”
The girls’ faces paled. Leaking their own privacy? No biggie. But spilling demonic sect secrets? That was a death sentence.
“Second, when you set up your accounts, don’t use your real names or photos for your profile. Keep it anonymous,” he went on. “And last—don’t spam me with messages for no reason. I’m talking to you! One more, and I’m blocking you!” He shot a glare at Bai Qingxuan.
In the short time since she’d added him as a friend, she’d bombarded him with hundreds of messages—mostly cute TikTok stickers, like some giddy kid.
“Fine, fine, I’ll stop!” Bai Qingxuan whined, pouting. But then her curiosity kicked in. “Big Brother Sect Master, what’s ‘blocking’ mean?”
Lin Ye sighed, shaking his head. After some thought, he decided these otherworlders—basically cavemen when it came to tech—needed a manual. Without wasting time, he grabbed a blank jade slip and etched in a detailed guide: TikTok functions, basic filming tips, editing tricks, the works. It stretched over 10,000 words—a total beginner’s dream tutorial. Anyone could pick it up and run with it after one read.
Once the jade slip was done, he mass-produced copies and handed them out. “If you hit any snags, check the slip. Now, I’ve got a big task for you all.”
His serious tone snapped everyone to attention. “Starting today, each of you has to upload at least five TikTok videos. No lazy stuff—make them good. Could be singing, dancing, or something else cool, like a costume change.”
“Big Brother Sect Master, what’s a costume change?” Bai Qingxuan asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. The other girls leaned in, just as eager.
Lin Ye’s lips curled into a smirk. “I hear the Charming Lady Sect’s not just great at music and dance—you’re also pros at sewing, right?”
“Naturally!” Bai Qingxuan beamed with pride. “Our sewing skills are second to none in the Tianyuan Continent. Even the righteous Heavenly Garment Pavilion can’t touch us.”
“Perfect. I’ve got some clothing designs. Whip them up for me, and I’ll show you what a costume change is.”
“You design clothes too, Big Brother Sect Master?”
“You bet. Grab some paper and a pen!”
At his command, a disciple scurried off and returned with supplies. In no time, Lin Ye sketched out a few odd-looking outfits. If anyone from Blue Star were here, they’d recognize them instantly: a cheongsam, a JK uniform, and high heels.
Chapter 4: Stunning Cheongsam and the Short Video Plan
The Charming Lady Sect might specialize in charm techniques, and its disciples weren’t exactly prudes—but that was just by this world’s standards. Their usual outfits might show a shoulder or an arm, tops. So when they saw Lin Ye’s cheongsam and JK designs, a few blushed hard.
Not everyone was shy, though. The bolder ones, like Bai Qingxuan, stared at the sketches with wide-eyed fascination. “Big Brother Sect Master, how’d you come up with these? They’re a little revealing, but super tempting. If I wore this, would you finally dual cultivate with me?” She sidled up to him again, all flirty.
Lin Ye dodged the question. “Your junior sister’s joking. My divine arts aren’t complete yet—dual cultivation’s off the table for now.” He quickly changed the subject. “By the way, I hear you’ve got a Heavenly Garment Shuttle here. It can weave an outfit in a single breath. Let’s see it in action today.”
Bai Qingxuan smirked, teasing, “So eager to see me in your designs, huh? Well, I can’t disappoint you.” With that, she floated off. When she returned, she held a spindle-shaped treasure glowing with spiritual light—the Heavenly Garment Shuttle, a top-tier spiritual artifact modeled after the ancient Weaver Girl Shuttle. Feed it enough spiritual materials, and it could craft any dress or even magical armor.
With the shuttle in hand, Bai Qingxuan got serious. She glanced at Lin Ye’s rough sketches, then pulled a roll of snowy silkworm silk from her storage pouch. The shuttle flared with rainbow light, and the silk lifted into the air. Lin Ye watched, stunned, as it whirred at impossible speed. In under ten seconds, a black embroidered cheongsam floated into Bai Qingxuan’s hands. She kept going, weaving a JK uniform and a pair of black leather high heels next.
“Wait here, Big Brother Sect Master. I’ll change and show you.” With a flirty smile, she vanished with the clothes. Moments later, the click of heels echoed from the hall’s side. Lin Ye turned—and there she was. Bai Qingxuan strutted toward him in the black cheongsam, her figure flawless, heels accentuating every step. The dress hugged her curves, and when she moved, the side slit flashed a glimpse of her long, elegant legs.
Even in his past life, Lin Ye had never seen anything this jaw-dropping. He froze. By the time he snapped out of it, she was right in front of him. Leaning in close, her voice soft and warm against his ear, she whispered, “Big Brother Sect Master, do I look good?”
Caught off guard, feeling her breath on his skin, he nodded dumbly. But it wasn’t just him—the other Charming Lady Sect girls were just as mesmerized, their eyes glued to Bai Qingxuan. Pretty girls weren’t just a guy thing; girls loved them too.
“Yin Queen looks amazing in that cheongsam!” one squealed.
“I wanna wear it too!”
“Who cares if it’s revealing? It’s gorgeous!”
“No wonder it’s the Sect Master’s design—cheongsam and heels are a perfect combo!”
In an instant, their hesitation flipped to excitement. Bai Qingxuan was about to try the JK next, but Lin Ye stopped her. “Let’s hold off on more changes for now. Time to talk short videos—and why I’m having you do this.”
Bai Qingxuan pouted. “What, Big Brother Sect Master? Isn’t this just to entertain you? Say the word, and we’d do anything for you.”
Lin Ye coughed, straightening up. “What kind of guy do you take me for? I’m not some creep obsessed with girls. I invented phones and got you filming for a bigger plan—a demonic sect strategy. Soon, I’ll sneak these phones into righteous sect territory and sell them. Imagine those righteous disciples scrolling and seeing your videos. What do you think happens?”
Bai Qingxuan, sharp as ever, got it in a flash. “You’re gonna shake their righteous hearts! Get them hooked on girls so they slack off on cultivating!”
“Exactly!” Lin Ye grinned. “They’re human too—full of emotions and desires. Lust is a killer blade. If they get distracted by beauty, their cultivation slows. Worst case, it messes with their minds so bad they hit a wall—or even face inner demons when breaking through.”
As he laid out his scheme, the room buzzed with awe. The Charming Lady Sect had tried using beauty against the righteous before, but it never worked well. Their numbers were limited, and the risk of getting caught was huge—exposure meant a fate worse than death. Phones and videos? That fixed everything.
“There’s more to it, but I’ll explain later,” Lin Ye said. “I’ve got to hit up the other major sects next. Keep filming. I’ll reward the video with the most likes—first place gets 10,000 spirit stones!”
With that, he turned into a gust of black wind and vanished, leaving Bai Qingxuan sulking. “Hmph! Running off so fast—scared I’d eat you up? Fine, you won’t let me change into this skirt, but I’ll film it and send it to you!” She turned to her disciples. “You heard the Sect Master! Film your best—this is for the demonic sects’ future. Don’t shy away from showing some skin. Think of our sisters killed by the righteous—this is revenge!”
Nodding fiercely, the girls dove into their video-making. Meanwhile, Lin Ye raced across the demonic sects’ eight factions, phones in tow.
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