I, the mortal, come from the great world of Xuanhuang

"But I always feel that none of what you've said is as good as one thing: your departure from this world would be a good thing for you, for me, and for everyone. As for the tragedies you mentioned, you only need to tell me when they will happen, and I will naturally do my best to stop and change them so that they will not happen. In that case, those tragedies might not even happen. On the contrary, it is because of you that many variables have arisen."

Zhang Ruochen's words were quite forceful, clearly intended to get rid of Fang Yu and stop bothering him. He completely viewed Fang Yu as a menace, a menace that would change his life, a menace that would influence his life. Under these circumstances, Fang Yu could only smile and say:

"You're right. It's precisely because of my many variables that you'll one day regain your freedom and won't be controlled by those old guys. That's my role, that's what's good for you. It's not that you're stubborn and insist on going against me, trying to drive me out. That won't do you any good. In fact, it will only harm you, affect everything about you. Do you know that? I know you dislike me, hate me, and feel that I changed your life, changed your destiny. But have you ever thought about how many people would die if I didn't change things? I can guarantee that your mother, your family, your friends, your relatives will die one by one in front of you. Don't think that just because I tell you, you can stop it, you can stop it. You're just overthinking it. You're too arrogant."

"Do you really think you have the ability, the skill, the function, the supernatural power? You're joking. You don't have that ability. Everything you have is bestowed upon you by those old fogies. If those old fogies didn't want you to change, do you think you could change anything? You couldn't change even the slightest bit. You can't change anything at all. You could say that without those old fogies, you wouldn't even be worth anything. You would have been dead long ago. It's because those old fogies chose you that you can stand before me and speak to me. If it weren't for their choice, you wouldn't even have the right to stand before me and speak to me. Do you think just anyone can stand before me and speak to me? Then I can only..." "You're completely overthinking it. Not everyone is qualified to stand before me and speak to me. They don't deserve it, they don't have the qualifications, they don't have the ability, they're utterly incapable. What are they? They're nothing. Under these circumstances, why should they speak to me? What right do they have to stand here and talk to me? The only person who can stand here and speak to me is you. The others don't count at all, do you understand? If it weren't for those old geezers choosing you, you wouldn't even have the right to stand here and talk to me, to tell me to get lost and leave. You're not worthy, you don't have the qualifications, you don't have the ability, you're just a piece of trash."

"The 'trash' I'm referring to isn't just that you're a trash in this life, or even in another; I'm saying you're a trash for all eternity. You had so many chances to die, yet you willingly gave them all up just to let your so-called justice shine. Do you think that's possible? Do you find it laughable? It's utterly laughable. You're a complete and utter piece of trash. Under these circumstances, what right do you have to talk about justice? You don't deserve it, you know? What is justice? Justice is the declaration of the victor, the declaration of the victor's standing in this world, not something as simple as you saying it. I know you'll say I'm talking nonsense, but everything you've done is even less than nonsense. Everything you've done isn't even nonsense, it's not even worth mentioning. So everything you're doing now is just..." It was just a joke. Therefore, I hope you understand all of this, instead of simply accepting whatever I say or opposing whatever I say. You don't have the ability, the skill, the opportunity, or the right to do it. You just need to do as I instruct. This is the last time I'm saying this to you, and I hope you will do as I say, because this is your only way out, do you understand? If you miss this opportunity, then your future will have no future at all. I just don't understand why you would give up such a way out, why you would give up your freedom. You clearly have freedom, yet you choose to give it up, just to find what you possess? Then I can only say you're overthinking it. What you possess doesn't belong to you. Do you even realize that what doesn't belong to you, what isn't yours, was never meant to be yours? It should return to its rightful owner, not be used by you. Because you're a piece of trash, utterly worthless. I really don't understand why those old guys chose you as their savior. Maybe it's because you're easy to control, maybe because you're good-looking, or maybe it's because of that old bald monk's choice. Whatever the reason, you're ultimately just trash, a complete and utterly worthless piece of trash. You're such a headache, honestly, you're incredibly troublesome. I don't know how to deal with you. You're having such a huge impact on my plans. I originally... I thought you'd at least be a little smarter and do as I said, but I've discovered you're not smart at all. You have absolutely no idea what the word "smart" means. I just don't understand. You clearly have memories of past and present lives, and you clearly possess so much knowledge, so why don't you know the meaning of "smart"? Why don't you know what you should do? I really don't understand. I've made myself perfectly clear to you. What you need to do now is obediently listen and stop thinking about those irrelevant things. Those irrelevant things have absolutely nothing to do with you. If you force yourself to think about those things, it will only affect how you walk your future path. How you should walk your future path shouldn't be a question for me; it should be a question for your own heart. That's the question you should be asking, not me.

"These aren't questions for me, they're questions for you. Each and every one of these is a question you must answer, not one I must answer. Do you understand what I mean? If you still don't understand, it proves one thing: you are utterly useless, a useless person no one can save, an incurable waste. I don't know why those old fogies chose you. Maybe it's because you're easier to control, or maybe you're easier to manage. That makes sense, and it's understandable. I hope so many people understand this: if you're easier to control, easier to manage, then perhaps you have a better chance of survival. Because if they control you, they can control something—that's your value. You must possess that value; if you don't, you don't even have the right or the value to live."

"Don't think about anything else. It has nothing to do with you, nothing to be valued by you, because you are a worthless piece of trash. So don't even think about getting rid of me. If you do, your future will be perfectly arranged. Wanting to change your future is pure wishful thinking, utterly impossible. Do you know that's completely impossible? So don't think about those things anymore. They have nothing to do with you, you don't need to think about them, you don't need to do them. You just need to obediently follow my instructions. That way, not only will you live, but those tragedies won't happen. This is a good thing for everyone—for you, for me, for everyone. But why don't you understand? Why do you insist that I'm trying to harm you? Why do you think I'm someone who could harm you? I really have no intention of harming you, and I won't harm you. It has no value to me."

"Then why don't you leave? I no longer care about those tragedies, so why don't you leave me? You clearly don't want to care about those tragedies anymore. Those tragedies happened because they were inevitable, because they were arranged by fate. So I don't care about those things at all. You are the one who should leave. You have to leave because your existence will change my life. My life will change because of you, but I don't want my life to be changed by you. I always feel that you have ill intentions towards me. You want to harm me. You want to use this method to harm me and then get everything you want, to get this world, even to get this universe. That's your goal, not that you genuinely care about me. You never thought about genuinely caring about me. You're only doing it for yourself. You're only doing it to achieve your own goals. You're not genuinely caring about me."

Fang Yu was stunned by Zhang Ruochen's words, because he did not expect Zhang Ruochen to know so much. But even if Zhang Ruochen knew, it was not necessarily true.

"Who told you these things? Which bastard told you? Which bastard told you these things? Was it that bastard from earlier? If it was that bastard from earlier, I can tell you that what he said isn't entirely wrong, but I can only say that you've got your head stuck in a door. Seriously, your head has been completely, utterly, thoroughly squeezed by a door. Really, your head has been squeezed very badly. Otherwise, how could you possibly ask such a question? How could you possibly ask me to leave? I just don't understand, how many hairs are in your head that you could ask such a stupid question? Seriously, why do you insist on making me leave? You don't care about those tragedies, but I didn't say I didn't care about those tragedies. It's precisely because of those tragedies..." "I just came here. I came precisely because you don't care about those tragedies, because you think those tragedies were inevitable. I came because I know very well that you, you little bastard, absolutely won't care about those things. That's why I came. You only care about yourself, you don't care about anyone else. You only want to achieve your own goals, you don't care about the life or death of others. That's why I came, and that's why I had to come. But now you're telling me I have to leave because you knew these tragedies would happen, yet you still let them happen. Do you think that's possible? Do you think that's something that could possibly happen? Since I'm here, I won't let those tragedies happen. If those tragedies happen, I ask you, what value or meaning do I have coming here?"

"Do you think that with those old geezers protecting you, I can let you go, or that with those old geezers protecting you, I can't kill you? Do you think that way you can act recklessly and without restraint in front of me? Do you think that way I'll kill you, or that way I'll be afraid of your existence, submit to you, beg for mercy, do as you say, and then just leave? Is that what you're thinking? If that's what you're thinking, then I can only say your head has been thoroughly squeezed by a door, completely squeezed. You're a complete brainless idiot, you could say your brain has been squeezed out of the door, you're utterly brainless. Really, if you had even a shred of a brain, you wouldn't have asked such an incredibly stupid question, a question so stupid it makes me want to curse. Really, your question is truly stupid, so stupid that I can't even describe it in words. How could you ask such a stupid question? Really, this question is so stupid that I can't even tell you how I should answer it?" (End of Chapter)