Transmigrating to Become the Richest in the Cultivation World

[An ultra, ultra, ultra embarrassing old work. Do not open!] After transmigrating, Xie Weiyuan became the master of a sect with a grand total of three members. But he did own the world's rarest spirit beast: a Nightmare Beast. Actually, it's not that extraordinary. All it does is make people dream. But aren't those big, round eyes of its kind of like a projector? Faced with two little disciples clamoring to be fed, Xie Weiyuan hangs a sign outside a shabby wooden shack: [Cultivation Cinema] Everyone: What is that? Xie Weiyuan: The latest trend in the cultivation world, only at my cinema! Admission by ticket! After the cinema opens, Xie Weiyuan realizes that the whole world has started acting strange! Evil forces are invading the human realm, but making movies can save the world? Xie Weiyuan rolls up his sleeves and enthusiastically creates a series of bizarre films. Like The Great Gatsby and Sword Cultivators vs. Transformers... In the end, he discovers that the movies he made on a whim have all become real! The Nightmare Beast blinks its innocent, big eyes and spits out a Gatling gun. Xie Weiyuan: That thing's no use in the cultivation world! The Demon Lord, visibly pregnant and furious, storms into the cinema and demands that Xie Weiyuan take responsibility. Xie Weiyuan: I swear it wasn't me! Nightmare Beast: Could it have been me? Making movies is the main focus, with romance on the side. The writing is hilariously absurd. Everything is written for laughs, with no logic whatsoever. Even if nobody reads it, we still need a sense of occasion, so here's a story I'm collecting bookmarks for. I'm a Special Effects Makeup Artist in Infinite Instances One day, Zhou Yan heads to work carrying his toolbox. When he wakes up, he's on a bus bound for certain death. In front of him is a cultivator dressed in feathered robes, ethereal as an immortal. Behind him is someone claiming to be the strongest S-ranked alpha in the interstellar world. To his right, a vampire prince looks at him like he's a little snack. There's also an alien creature who's come straight from a film set, its bright white teeth gleaming. They're all excitedly discussing words Zhou Yan doesn't understand, like newbie, death wish, and instance. Actually Ordinary Person Zhou Yan: "I should be under the bus, not on it." Everyone thinks Zhou Yan, who seems utterly useless, won't last long in the instance. Zhou Yan thinks so too. Until a long-haired female ghost charges at him... Zhou Yan picks up a pair of scissors. Snip! The bald female ghost: ? The experts: ? Zhou Yan combs the long hair in his hand and smiles shyly. "Sorry, I guess it's an occupational hazard. It'd be a shame not to use this hair to make a wig." "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm a special effects makeup artist." "The kind who specializes in making monsters." Theme: Make a fortune with your own hardworking hands