Please Present Evidence That Yu Xiaogang Is Not Useless

Deng Tianxin froze in his tracks.

He slowly raised his head to meet Bibi Dong's gaze, and the alarm bells in his mind suddenly began to ring frantically.

Wait, what did he just say?

"Do you think you're that love-struck Bibi Dong?"

Wait, this woman is Bibi Dong?!

No wonder she has such a large fragment of the God of Love inside her; as expected of you, Bibi Dong.

Deng Tianxin complained inwardly and coughed a few times. "Sorry to bother you, I just remembered the village chief's pig is about to give birth, so I'll be off."

After saying this, Deng Tianxin turned around, ready to grease his heels and run.

However, before his short legs could take a second step, a slender hand, firm as an iron clamp, pressed steadily onto the top of his head.

Bibi Dong pressed down on his head with one hand, a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze on her face, yet her eyes were like a ten-thousand-year-old cold pool.

"The village chief's pig is giving birth?" Bibi Dong's voice was impossibly soft. "Little brat, do you think your big sister is going to believe that?"

With his head pinned, Deng Tianxin moved his legs in vain for a long while, but after realizing he hadn't budged an inch, he finally gave up struggling in despair.

He slowly turned his head and squeezed out a smile uglier than a cry. "Then... what reason do you think is more believable, Sister? I'll make one up for you right now."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, watching him with great interest.

"Oh, look, Sister!" Deng Tianxin suddenly widened his eyes and pointed at the sky behind Bibi Dong. "There's a flying divine pig!"

Bibi Dong looked at him expressionlessly, not even turning her head.

"Fine," Deng Tianxin let his head droop, completely resigning himself to his fate. "Can you hit me a little lighter, Sister? The place you hit earlier still hurts."

Bibi Dong stared at Deng Tianxin for a long while, then suddenly burst into a laugh.

This little brat—he was clearly scared to death, yet his mouth was still impossibly sharp.

Bibi Dong released her hand from his head and squatted down in front of him, asking with interest, "I'm curious, why did you say I was love-struck?"

She had been with Yu Xiaogang a few months ago, and many people knew about it; she wasn't surprised that Deng Tianxin knew.

The only thing that made her curious was why Deng Tianxin would call her love-struck.

The moment Bibi Dong asked this question, Deng Tianxin stiffened.

He looked at Bibi Dong squatting before him; she wore a smile, and her tone was gentle, making it seem as if she were truly just asking out of casual curiosity.

But he could feel that she genuinely wanted the answer.

This was tricky.

Deng Tianxin calculated rapidly in his heart.

Should he say it was because she would eventually ruin her life for a man and drag Spirit Hall into the gutter along with her?

If he said that, it wouldn't just be a matter of getting his bottom spanked; he would likely be silenced on the spot.

But if he tried to brush it off, given Bibi Dong's shrewdness, she probably wouldn't let it go easily.

Deng Tianxin cleared his throat and said, "I heard from others that you like a loser who, as far as I know, is still only level 29."

"Who are you calling a loser?"

The smile on Bibi Dong's face didn't change, but Deng Tianxin clearly felt the hand on his shoulder tighten significantly.

"I'm just stating facts," Deng Tianxin shrugged, looking like he didn't fear death. "Yu Xiaogang, from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, with a mutated spirit called Luo Sanpao, unable to break through level 30 his entire life—if that's not a loser, what is? Everyone calls him the shame of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect; it's not like I came up with the nickname."

Feeling the fragment inside Bibi Dong becoming increasingly active, Deng Tianxin couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

Bibi Dong's gaze turned completely cold.

If she had only been testing him and feeling curious before, she was now truly stung in her most sensitive spot.

The name "Yu Xiaogang" was the softest place in her heart, and the one place she allowed no one to touch.

"He is not a loser," Bibi Dong said, enunciating every word. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable firmness.

"Oh?" Deng Tianxin raised an eyebrow, his small face filled with disbelief. "Then show me the evidence. If you say he's not a loser, you must have some reasoning, right?"

Bibi Dong fell silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Deng Tianxin secretly gave himself a thumbs-up in his mind.

Bibi Dong began to think, searching for evidence that Yu Xiaogang was not a loser.

In her impression, Yu Xiaogang didn't have much to show for himself.

Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time.

Deng Tianxin didn't rush her, just tilted his head and watched her, his small face wearing an expression that said, See, I told you so.

"He..." Bibi Dong finally spoke, her voice lower than before, as if she were trying to convince Deng Tianxin, or perhaps herself. "He is very talented in the research of spirit theory."

"For example?" Deng Tianxin pressed.

Bibi Dong fell silent again.

To be honest, she really couldn't think of any concrete examples.

Yu Xiaogang often told her he was researching spirit soul theory, claiming his discoveries were of great importance, and he would talk at length every time they met.

But if she were truly asked to name any of his research achievements worth mentioning, she would be momentarily at a loss for words.

Had he published any papers?

It seemed not.

Had his theories been recognized by anyone?

It appeared not.

Had he won any awards for spirit soul research?

Absolutely none.

The only thing he could bring up was perhaps that one time at a spirit awakening ceremony in some city, where he had analyzed a child's spirit characteristics and received a comment of "insightful" from the local Spirit Hall official.

But when it came down to it, that was just a polite remark; if she were to use it as evidence, even she felt it was pathetic.

"He proposed the Ten Core Competencies of Spirit Souls theory," Bibi Dong thought for a long time before finally managing to squeeze that out.

"What is that?" Deng Tianxin blinked.

He felt a bit surprised, not expecting the Ten Core Competencies of Spirit Souls theory to appear this early.

"It's just..." Bibi Dong paused, realizing she didn't actually know what the Ten Core Competencies specifically were.

Yu Xiaogang had indeed mentioned this theory to her, but she had been busy cultivating during that period and hadn't listened to him elaborate in detail, merely responding with a few casual remarks.

"You don't know, do you?" Deng Tianxin said with some helplessness.

Bibi Dong's expression froze.

Deng Tianxin sighed, reached out with his short little hand to pat Bibi Dong, and assumed an air of old-fashioned maturity: "Big sister, look, you can't even say what skills he has, yet you're here defending him. To put it bluntly, you don't even understand what he is truly capable of yourself."

Bibi Dong opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but found she couldn't say a word.

This reminded her of something.

Some time ago, Yu Xiaogang said he wanted to see her master, claiming he had prepared sufficient research materials and hoped to gain the resources and recognition of Spirit Hall.

She had promised to help him arrange it, but when she asked what the specific research was, he only said he would talk about it once he met His Holiness the Pope.