Chapter 9

In the Nandou Academy in Qilin Mountain in the southern region of Tianyuan Continent, a young man wearing a Confucian robe and with a delicate appearance stood up from the bed after yawning.

The young man's name is Song Yu, a Confucian disciple in the Nandou Academy. He has reached the level of a scholar at the age of 20, which is the foundation-building stage in the immortal system. He is more talented than Chu Feng who broke through the foundation-building stage at the age of 50.

And he can make such progress at such an age, on the one hand because he is born with a clear mind, and on the other hand it comes from his firm heart of Taoism.

For him, beauty is nothing but a red-faced skeleton, which can't tempt him at all.

However, he also has his troubles. As a genius disciple of the Nandou Academy and an elite descendant of the famous Song family, both the family and the academy have placed all their hopes on him.

So he has always been under great pressure, and sometimes he even dreams of reading when he sleeps at night.

But last night was an exception, because he watched some Douyin videos before going to bed. Thinking of this, he picked up the phone he bought in a store in Qilin City yesterday from the pillow again, and then opened Douyin.

The next second, a video popped up. In the video, a burly monk picked up a strange-shaped knife and walked towards a demon donkey with black smoke all over his body.

After walking to the demon donkey, the monk fixed the donkey's hoof on a wooden stake, and then used the crescent-shaped knife to trim the donkey's hoof little by little.

Every time the knife passed over the demon donkey's hoof and scraped off a thin layer of hoof nails, Song Yu would feel an indescribable sense of relief.

This feeling reached its peak when the donkey's hoof was trimmed to be smooth and flat.

At this moment, he no longer thought about reading. He threw all the sage books and the Four Books and Five Classics behind him, and the pressure accumulated in his heart was like a flood of water.

After watching this video, he immediately slid down to another video.

The next second, a cute little round face appeared on his screen. It was a monster he had never seen before.

It was less than two fists in size, black and white, with a pink and tender nose, short and thick limbs, and it crawled on the ground like a cricket pupa, and from time to time it would make cute cries that made people tremble.

When he saw this video, Song Yu's heart melted. He watched it several times before he swiped it away.

As expected, the next video still showed a cute monster baby. He watched it for an hour before he put down his phone. It was not because he was tired of watching it, but because it was almost time for the morning class.

After simply washing his face, he was ready to go to the classroom, but just before leaving, he showed hesitation on his face.

"Should I bring my cell phone?"

"Forget it, bring it. I don't need to brush my phone during the morning class, but I can still brush my phone during the break."

After some self-consolation, he picked up his cell phone and books and walked quickly to the classroom.

Before he arrived, there were already many Confucian scholars in the classroom who were studying the classics, shaking their heads and nodding their heads very seriously.

In addition, there was an old scholar sitting on the podium, holding a book in his hand, with an infatuated expression, as if he had completely immersed himself in the world of books.

Seeing this, Song Yu also subconsciously took out the classics to review today and prepared to recite them carefully, but when he took the book out of the bookcase, the cell phone that had been placed in it before came into his sight.

Looking at the screen of the cell phone, he suddenly had a struggle in his heart.

Reason told him that he should not lose his ambition because of playing with things, and reading was what he should do now, but there was also another voice telling him that it was okay to just brush his phone for a while, and even reading should be combined with work and rest.

After struggling for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and took out his phone.

After confirming that no one around saw him, he quietly put the phone into the book, then held the book high, unlocked the phone and opened Douyin.

As soon as he opened it, a small cute beast appeared on the screen.

Looking at the cute beast on the screen, he unconsciously smiled.

At this time, the old scholar on the podium also glanced at him. After seeing Song Yu's smiling face, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

"As expected of the most talented student in Nandou Academy in the past hundred years, he can read a book of Analects with such relish. I believe he must have realized the way of sages from it, so he can't help but be happy. The child is teachable, the child is teachable."

After saying that, the old scholar buried his head in the book again.

At the same time, Lin Ye, who was far away in the Ghost King Sect, also woke up from his soft and fragrant big bed.

Although he theoretically didn't need to sleep as he was already in the Mahayana stage, he still couldn't change the habits brought by his previous life.

The first thing he did after waking up was to pick up his phone from next to his pillow. Before he even opened Douyin, he received dozens of private messages from Bai Qingxuan.

After a quick glance, he found the background management program. As the publisher of Douyin in this world, he had the highest background permission and could see all background data.

What he was most curious about now was how many registered users Douyin had after a day and a night.

When he clicked on the background data, the data that appeared in front of him immediately scared him.

238654.

Just as he was stunned for a while, the number continued to rise by dozens.

"Wow, it's so fast. The number of users has reached more than 230,000 in just one day and one night, and it will soon be close to 240,000."

"Including the 200,000 mobile phones I delivered to the Ghost God of Wealth last night, there are only more than 300,000 mobile phones in the entire Tianyuan Continent now. That means more than 100,000 mobile phones have been sold in less than one morning?"

"It seems that I still underestimated the temptation of mobile phones to monks."

As he said this, he looked at the second data, the number of works. At a glance, he suspected that he had read it wrong.

5,867,489 pieces.

"What the hell, there are more than 5 million works all of a sudden, is there something wrong? What did those people shoot?"

"More than 200,000 users shot more than 5 million works, an average of 25 per person? This is impossible."

"No, I have to see what they shot."

With a hint of curiosity, he immediately exited the backstage and casually browsed the homepage.

The first thing he saw was some videos shot by the disciples of the eight major sects of the Demon Sect, including music and dance and borderline videos shot by the disciples of the Cha Nu Sect, and cute beast videos shot by the Beast Spirit Sect, etc.

Then there were some videos shot by ordinary cultivators, some of which were only a few seconds long and some were several minutes long.

Most of the video content was very simple, basically at the level of rural grandmothers, or they were taking selfies with their faces against their own, with various funny special effects added in the process.

Or they were recording some trivial things, such as cultivation and traveling.

Clicking on the homepage of a user named Huolong Zhenren, Lin Ye was surprised to find that this guy had shot hundreds of videos, each of which was shot with the beauty filter turned to the maximum, and then with some very rustic special effects.

"Good guy, I was wondering why the number of works increased so quickly, so this is the case."

"No, we can't go on like this, then this group of people will lower the overall quality of the videos."

"We must encourage them to shoot more high-quality works."

Thinking of this, Lin Ye immediately came up with a perfect plan in his mind.

Half an hour later, he changed his practice room into a live broadcast room, and a mask with a musical note pattern appeared on his face.

At the same time, all Douyin users received a private message from the official, and the title of the private message was called the Creation Incentive Plan.