Ungrateful Bibi Dong! Plagiarist Yu Xiaogang!

"You claim to be the dignified Saintess of Spirit Hall, raised on Spirit Hall's food, wearing Spirit Hall's clothes, learning Spirit Hall's secret techniques, and utilizing Spirit Hall's resources!"

"And yet, what is the first thing you think of when you grow up?"

"Eloping with Yu Xiaogang!"

"Oh, that's right. They fished you out of a pile of orphans and cultivated you into the pride of the spirit master world, and this is how you repay them?"

"Trying to fly the coop the moment your wings get a little stiff?"

"And let's talk about that Yu Xiaogang!"

"He calls himself a 'Grandmaster of Theory,' yet he's nearly fifty years old and can't even break through to level thirty. If he were standing at a village gate as a security guard, they'd complain his legs were too slow."

"A character like that, yet Bibi Dong holds him in her palms like a treasure. Honestly, if you picked a random dog off the street, it would have better taste than you!"

"Where did Yu Xiaogang's so-called spirit master theories come from anyway?"

"They were just scavenged and cobbled together from the archives of Spirit Hall, all thanks to his connection with Bibi Dong!"

"And what was Bibi Dong doing? Standing on the sidelines applauding: 'Yes, yes, my Gangzi is the best!'"

"Please, those theoretical achievements were the accumulation of generations of Spirit Hall's work. Did you really just hand them over as a dowry?"

"Fine, maybe you were love-struck when you were young, but you became the Pope later on—couldn't you have sobered up?"

"Yet, there sits our Lady Bibi Dong on the papal throne, her heart still filled with nothing but her precious 'Gangzi'."

"Whatever Yu Xiaogang says, she does; whatever he wants, she gives. Those in the know call her the Pope of Spirit Hall; those who don't would think she's just Yu Xiaogang's little fangirl."

"And here comes the most ridiculous part—the whole Tang San affair."

"Yu Xiaogang stood right in front of Bibi Dong and swore on his life that he would join Tang San in destroying Spirit Hall!"

"He said it right to her face, and what did Bibi Dong do?"

"She did absolutely nothing! She couldn't even bring herself to say a harsh word!"

"Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong, you are the Pope of Spirit Hall, not Yu Xiaogang's mother!"

"The man is trying to tear your house down, and you're still standing there with lovesick eyes?"

"To put it bluntly, if you hired a sow to be Pope, even she would know how to protect her own trough!"

"You're not even as smart as a pig!"

"In summary: Spirit Hall spent a fortune cultivating a Saintess, only for her to pay out of her own pocket to keep a loser, and now that loser wants to smash her rice bowl, and she's still smiling."

"If you gave this script to a screenwriter, they'd say: 'Too fake, no one would believe this.'"

"A lovesick brain has ruined the entire Spirit Hall. Lady Bibi Dong, you deserve a lifetime achievement award—the Lifetime Lovesick Idiot Award!"

On the light screen, accompanied by what appeared to be edited footage, the sharp commentary appeared naturally.

It must be said, although the beginning was relatively steady, the tone gradually relaxed, finally beginning its sharp critique.

While the insults weren't particularly vicious, they clearly stated a stance.

The characters, just by watching these things, immediately became interested.

[God of Evil]: "Hahaha, that's more like it, now that's what I call a sharp critique."

[God of Evil]: "It's just a pity the intensity is still a bit lacking. Perhaps it's just the beginning and they aren't used to it yet; it'll get ruthless later on!"

[God of Destruction]: "Oh, I see now. So, this Bibi Dong is the leader of a top-tier faction, yet she likes a loser of a man and harms her own faction's interests?"

[God of Evil]: "It's not just the faction; he's practically her benefactor!"

[Ning Rongrong]: "Wow, so the legendary Pope of Spirit Hall actually has a story like this?"

[Ning Rongrong]: "If it's true, how could a female Titled Douluo fall for a loser who couldn't even break level 30 his whole life?"

[Yu Xiaogang]: "You're the loser! Shut your mouth, you little girl, you are insulting me!"

[Ning Fengzhi]: "Alright Rongrong, don't cause a scene here, there are plenty of powerhouses watching..."

[Yu Xiaogang]: "I am not a loser! I repeat, this light screen is slandering me! My theories have no problems whatsoever!"

[Yu Xiaogang]: "I have never plagiarized or misappropriated anything. If there are coincidences, it's just that—coincidences!"

[Yu Xiaogang]: "You cannot doubt someone like me who has dedicated my entire life to the cause of theory!"

[Liu Erlong]: "That's right, isn't this light screen supposed to be critiquing that bitch Bibi Dong? Why drag Xiaogang into this?!"

[Bibi Dong]: "You're the bitch! Liu Erlong, who do you think you are!"

[Di Tian]: "Humans are truly childish creatures. A dignified Titled Douluo, actually arguing here over a loser of a man?"

[Bibi Dong]: "And which blind thing are you! Do you believe this Seat will wipe you out!!"

[God of Evil]: "Wipe out Di Tian? Hahaha, go ahead then. Di Tian, this human says she's going to wipe you out, hahaha!"

[Di Tian]: "As expected, a childish human..."

[Tang San]: "How could it be this chaotic? Teacher, do you really have this kind of relationship with the Pope of Spirit Hall? What this light screen is saying, what is actually going on? And your theories?"

[Yu Xiaogang]: "I repeat, my theories were all researched by myself! Little San, I'll talk to you about this offline!"

Douluo Era, Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stood before the Shrek Seven Devils, his face flushed red, eyes wide, and his entire body trembling slightly.

"Tang San, what did you mean by that question you asked in the light screen just now?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice carried an irrepressible tremor as he stared straight at Tang San.

"Could it be that even you don't believe in your teacher?"

Tang San hurriedly waved his hands, his tone urgent:

"That's not it, Teacher, I just accidentally..."

"I absolutely didn't mean it that way. You know, Teacher, I have always respected you."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, his voice rising a few notches.

"I am telling you, Tang San, I, Yu Xiaogang, could never plagiarize someone else's theories!"

"Even if there are coincidences, it's just that—a coincidence!"

"Or perhaps I admit that a small portion of the content is a tribute to previous theoretical researchers!"

"A tribute! Do you understand what a tribute is?!"

He clenched his fists, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"I am upright and honorable, pure and untainted; there is no problem whatsoever!"

"This light screen was originally meant to critique Bibi Dong, can't you all see that?"

"These people are diverting the disaster onto me! Someone is trying to frame me!"

The Shrek Seven Devils exchanged glances.

Dai Mubai frowned without speaking, Oscar looked down at the ground, Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, and Ma Hongjun scratched his head.

Xiao Wu bit her lip and glanced at Tang San, while Ning Rongrong and the fatty exchanged a bewildered look.

They did not know who to believe.

They couldn't help but feel that since this light screen could ignore even gods, it shouldn't be lying, right?

If it didn't even care about gods, would it really go out of its way to smear a mere Grandmaster?

However, since Yu Xiaogang hadn't completely collapsed yet, they found it difficult to openly turn against him.