A Mediocre Mentor Who Misled Others His Entire Life

Longevity Sect, Cloudsea Hall.

Cool, pale mist curled around the palace as Li Xuan lounged against a white jade throne, his expression indifferent.

The system notification in his mind slowly faded, while dazzling numbers lay quietly before him.

[Current Shock Points balance: 19,400,000.]

[Unlocked: Spacetime Blind Box (Beginner), Other-Plane Cultivation Method Fragment ×1.]

Li Xuan lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, a chill flashing through his eyes.

In the previous chapter, the Sky Screen had torn apart every glamorous facade of the Shrek Seven Monsters, letting the entire continent see the vile nature beneath those so-called geniuses. The storm of public opinion had fully fermented, and the culprit who had fabricated lies, glorified falsehoods, and led countless students astray from beginning to end should also be dragged down from his pedestal.

"System, activate the fifth Sky Screen Review."

Li Xuan's voice was calm, without the slightest ripple.

"Theme: Yu Xiaogang, a mediocre mentor who misled others for half his life."

[Command confirmed! Sky Screen loaded!]

[This review: Completely shatter the myth of the continent's greatest theoretical master!]

Bzzzt—!

The dim Sky Screen once again blanketed the entire Douluo Continent.

After the earth-shattering revelations of the previous four installments, every time the Sky Screen lit up, countless soul masters instinctively felt a chill rise in their hearts. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the luminous screen hanging high in the heavens, judging all living beings.

Lines of black, icy words slowly emerged.

[Douluo Regrets Reckoning, Part Five: A hollow reputation that deceived the world, a mediocrity who misled others.]

[This installment's subject: The continent's greatest theoretical master—Yu Xiaogang.]

That single sentence instantly drew everyone's attention.

Heaven Dou City, Shrek Academy.

A cold wind swept across the empty training grounds. Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, his entire body icy cold.

Yesterday's Sky Screen exposure of the Shrek Seven Monsters' ugly nature had already shattered his mind and stripped away all his dignity. Now that the Sky Screen had named him for review, terror rising from the depths of his soul instantly swallowed all his thoughts.

"No... no..."

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled as he muttered in a low voice, his face utterly bloodless.

He knew his own past. He knew his cowardice, selfishness, and incompetence. Others might not have known, but he understood it better than anyone.

The Sky Screen had never spoken empty words.

The scene suddenly lit up. Its opening image was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan from many years ago.

[The world knows Yu Xiaogang as the continent's greatest theoretical master, his martial soul mutated and his fate full of hardships.]

[But no one knows the truth: he was the sect's disgrace, a failure with poor talent and no drive to improve.]

[A direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline, his martial soul underwent a malignant mutation. His Innate Soul Power was low, and he would never break through to Soul King in his lifetime.]

It was blunt, cruel, and utterly merciless.

The scene showed Yu Xiaogang in his youth. His cultivation progressed slowly, his willpower was weak, he feared difficult battles, and he craved comfort. Disciples of his generation steadily broke through into high-ranked soul masters, while he alone remained stagnant year after year.

[He was not forced into studying theory. He simply lacked the qualifications to cultivate.]

[Unable to advance his Soul Power or fight on the battlefield, he could only hide in books and weave hollow theories to comfort himself.]

The cold narration pierced straight into the heart with every word.

The entire continent fell silent.

Everyone had always believed that Yu Xiaogang gave up pursuing the pinnacle of cultivation because he had seen through its essence and chosen to study theory instead.

But the truth was—his talent was simply too poor. He could not cultivate any further at all!

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen sat in the main hall, his aged eyes as cold as ice. Lightning Soul Power stirred faintly around him, and an oppressive majesty spread throughout the entire clan.

"My Blue Lightning Clan actually produced such a fame-hungry piece of trash."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was icy, filled with extreme disgust. In the past, he had never been willing to mention Yu Xiaogang to outsiders because of the clan's reputation. Now, the Sky Screen had ripped away the veil of shame and let the entire continent witness their humiliation.

The Sky Screen continued to shift.

[His theories are riddled with flaws, misleading countless young soul masters.]

[Innate Soul Power determines one's limit, rigid soul ring ratios, rejection of mutated martial souls... countless outdated, one-sided, and erroneous theories were treated by him as absolute truth.]

[Countless geniuses across the continent were delayed by these flawed theories. Their talents were buried, their cultivation went astray, and they stagnated for life.]

Theory after theory that the world had once regarded as sacred doctrine was now torn apart one by one by the Sky Screen and mercilessly refuted.

Within the scenes, countless young soul masters blindly copied Yu Xiaogang's theories and forcibly matched themselves with unsuitable soul rings. In the end, their martial souls were damaged, leaving them crippled for life.

The horrifying scenes were unbearable to watch.

"So... we've been deceived by him all these years?"

"How many geniuses were ruined by his rigid theories?"

"What kind of master is he? He's clearly a mediocre fool who caused endless harm!"

Questions and furious curses rose one after another across the continent.

Within Shrek Academy.

Flender's expression was ugly as he clenched his fists tightly. He had trusted Yu Xiaogang all his life and believed in his theories. He had even established a shabby academy and followed Yu Xiaogang's ideals in educating students.

Only now did he abruptly wake up.

The principles he had followed for half his life had been wrong from beginning to end.

The Sky Screen's judgment did not stop.

[Emotionally cowardly, cold-hearted, and unjust, he owed two women a lifetime of regret.]

[He abandoned his beloved Bibi Dong, sought status through the sect by clinging to Liu Erlong, and ultimately fled in cowardice, severing both relationships.]

[He pursued ultimate theory all his life, yet never dared to face the mistakes he had made.]

The scenes shifted.

Young lovers embracing in a sea of flowers, a heartless breakup, a rupture on a rainy night, and a life spent hiding from the world.

Bibi Dong wept in despair. Liu Erlong waited bitterly. Yet Yu Xiaogang did nothing but flee, never daring to take responsibility.

Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat quietly upon a black jade throne, her violet eyes coldly fixed on the Sky Screen.

The pain that had once been carved into her bones was laid bare before everyone. This time, she did not lose herself to rage or erupt in madness.

Only a dead, freezing stillness remained.

"Cowardly, incompetent, hypocritical."

Bibi Dong calmly spoke the six words. Her voice was soft, yet piercingly cold.

"I must have been blind in my youth to have fallen for such an ant."

The love and hatred that had once been tangled together had now become complete indifference.

The Sky Screen's final scene froze upon the future battlefield at Jialing Pass.

[For his entire life, he accomplished nothing.]

[No strength, no talent, no courage.]

[He survived by relying on his disciples' glory and clung to the strong to live in the cracks.]

[People praised him as a great master and mighty mentor, but looking over his entire life, he was useless aside from misleading others.]

[A mediocrity ruins himself; a mediocre mentor ruins others.]

A line of scarlet words brought the review to a complete close.

Shrek Academy's training grounds.

Yu Xiaogang shook violently, his legs giving out beneath him as he crashed heavily to his knees. The icy ground pierced to the bone, shattering the last remnant of his dignity.

Tears mixed with cold sweat as they slid down his face. He clutched his chest tightly, and a hoarse, agonized whimper escaped his throat.

His reputation, dignity, pride, and obsession... all of it had been crushed into nothing beneath the Sky Screen.

[Ding! Detected Yu Xiaogang's complete mental collapse and the destruction of his obsession!]

[Contempt Points gained: +2,800,000!]

[Scorn Points gained: +2,100,000!]

[Current Shock Points balance: 24,300,000!]

[Congratulations, Host! Hidden achievement completed: Shatter the Master's Myth!]

[Reward: Divine Soul-Stabilizing Potion ×1.]

Longevity Sect, Cloudsea Hall.

Li Xuan watched the soaring figures as he toyed with the transparent potion that had appeared out of thin air. It was crystal-clear and contained pure divine soul power, enough to stabilize any Peerless Douluo's divine soul and break through their shackles.

"A piece of trash still brought me quite a few gifts."

Li Xuan chuckled softly, his tone indifferent and merciless.

The Douluo Continent had always been a chessboard raised by the Divine Realm.

The gods stood high above, while mortals remained ignorant and blindly obedient. Yu Xiaogang, Shrek, Spirit Hall, and the Two Great Empires were all merely chess pieces at the mercy of others.

And he was the only one holding the pieces.

The Sky Screen's light gradually dimmed. Just when everyone believed the judgment had ended, a line of mysterious dark-golden words suddenly branded itself across the heavens.

[Ultimate preview for the next installment: God Realm Committee.]

[The gods make their bargains; all living beings are bait.]

[There have never been any coincidences on this continent.]

Those brief twelve words instantly plunged the entire continent into bone-deep cold.

Sea God Island, Papal Palace, Clear Sky Sect, the Two Great Empires... every top force trembled to the core.

A transaction within the Divine Realm?

All living beings were bait?

Could it be that from beginning to end, every conflict, love, hatred, slaughter, and destruction on this continent had merely been a game written by the gods?

Within the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong slowly rose to her feet. Her scepter lightly struck the ground, its crisp sound piercing through the hall.

She raised her eyes toward the heavens. In the depths of her violet eyes, boundless dark killing intent spread.

"A game... of the gods?"

"Since the gods see all living beings as ants."

"Then from this day onward, I, Bibi Dong—will slaughter gods."