Chapter 612: I’m Killing This Person Today
When Young Master Sang returned to the room, only Yan Rouwan remained inside.
Seeing she didn’t want to get out of bed, Sang Zhe decided to sit on the bed with a small dining table, hugging Yan Rouwan while scrolling on the communication device and enjoying her feeding service.
“Wow, Bai Ming really came through! This trending topic is blowing up.”
On the trending websites of the communication device, almost all the headlines featured the same video.
An angry Chen Zhang was outside the Demon Cultivators’ staff dormitory, banging and kicking the door, cursing something about “dog lovers” and “the cheating scum.”
Of course, under Bai Ming’s deliberate instigation, most marketing accounts added fuel to the fire.
Some websites portrayed Chen Zhang as an ordinary person wronged and oppressed by the Demon Cultivators, claiming that the upper echelons of the Demon Cultivators falsely imprisoned him under a fabricated charge just to take over his wife.
Others described Liu Ruyan as a poor woman suffering domestic abuse, saying Chen Zhang’s long history of criminal behavior led Liu Ruyan to a fate worse than death. After their divorce, she finally found someone who loved her, only to be entangled with her abusive ex-husband again.
In no time, the trending topic “Chen Zhang and Liu Ruyan” swept across the internet, and the entire continent, both in the mundane world and the cultivation realm, had heard about their emotional turmoil.
Opinions about this incident varied widely across different websites.
On one side, there were comments like, “When will the oppression of ordinary people by the holy realm cultivators end?” and “Shh, don’t you dare insult the holy ones, do you want to die?” “These holy cultivators only know how to drain the blood of ordinary people.”
On the other side, there were comments like “Seeing my sisters encounter scumbags breaks my heart,” “My heart aches for a sister pursuing true love only to be harassed by her violent ex,” “Each day I fear men a little more, I will never marry.”
“Wow.”
Yan Rouwan raised an eyebrow: “It’s so noisy.”
“The noisier, the better.”
Young Master Sang continued scrolling through various comments, softly saying, “The louder it gets, the more those deities and demons will be dragged down with it.”
“Is this really effective? Do those deities care about the affairs of little people?”
“They do.” Sang Zhe thought for a moment and added, “Or rather, because they’re deities, they care even more.”
“When ordinary people witness something, when they are rational enough, they might judge right and wrong and even change their mistaken views.”
“But to the primordial deities, there’s no concept of right or wrong.”
“For them, their perspectives are the truth.”
Yan Rouwan nodded.
After all, they’ve been supreme beings in their respective realms for a lifetime. Many things have no right or wrong; it only matters whether they are happy or not, as anyone who dares oppose them is long gone without a trace.
“And the era of communication devices amplifies these contradictions.”
Sang Zhe softly continued, “Just think about it. When these primordial deities see someone online refuting their views, do you think they will engage in rational discussions or do they wish they could eliminate that person?”
Yan Rouwan blinked: “But what if they actually discussed it rationally?”
“Then it’s useless.” Sang Zhe chuckled, “Because if the other side has already refuted them, it means they likely don’t intend to have a rational discussion.”
“Online, there’s no situation where someone’s view persuades another; in the end, they both just think the other is an idiot.”
Then they retreat to their own information bubbles, snuggling with their small groups while cursing each other.
“This is the effect I want,” Sang Zhe softly said, “For ordinary people, some cursing is just cursing; after all, cursing doesn’t kill anyone. A few arguments online won’t affect your eating or sleeping. No one truly thinks they can cross the screen and knock someone out to force their viewpoints.”
“But for the primordial deities, they genuinely think like that.”
He opened his communication device: “Let’s take a simple example. Do you think Ancestral Cang, upon seeing all those online insults, can handle it with his temperament?”
Yan Rouwan glanced at the interface Sang Zhe had clicked on.
It was a page called “Primordial Deity Points Redemption Mall.”
“I left this ‘redeem items with points’ option for the deities not just as a benefit for them.”
Sang Zhe smiled mysteriously: “It’s also a trap for them.”
—
Just as Sang Zhe thought.
“Smash.”
As the cup shattered on the floor, a roar echoed through the room.
“How outrageous!”
“These ignorant and damned ants dare to discuss my matters?” Ancestral Cang stared at the endless insults on his communication device, his eyes burning with fury.
After all, the majority of the populace saw him as a despicable scoundrel, a despicable figure abusing power over lesser beings.
So most people didn’t hold back their scorn and criticized him mercilessly, using bizarre and witty insults, each word hitting Ancestral Cang like daggers.
“Good. Good!” Ancestral Cang grimaced with anger.
“How truly fearless ignorance is.”
“Back in my domain, all you damned peasants could be wiped out with a wave of my hand! If I weren’t hoping to win this damned game, I would have killed all of you who slander me online right now!”
He was frustrated.
Not just because of being insulted.
But because, despite being able to kill everyone who insulted him without breaking a sweat, he would miss out on the chance to obtain the treasures he sought.
Quickly, Ancestral Cang closed the communication device and took a deep breath.
…Calm down.
Xu Yao had a point: when I argue with these ants, I am already lowering my status.
Just five years. In five years, not a single one of you who slandered me will be spared! Each will be skinned alive and tortured!
Holding onto this mindset, Ancestral Cang slowly calmed down.
He told himself, the ignorance of ants is their own problem. Why should I stoop to their level?
When he felt sufficiently composed, he reopened the communication device.
And then, right in front of him, a private message appeared.
“That spineless dog who can’t even grow a proper body part, shameless scum that can only be a third-party lover, you must be impotent and a eunuch!”
In that instant, all that calm evaporated.
Ancestral Cang told himself.
To hell with the game. To hell with the points. To hell with the treasures.
I want this person dead today.
No one will stop me!
