Chapter 251: My hometown has an old saying: "A wise man submits to the circumstances."
"Now then, Your Holiness the Pope."
Jiang Li casually put away the Human Emperor Banner, his deep gaze slowly turning to lock onto Bibi Dong on the high platform.
"Next, shouldn't you also give me a satisfactory explanation?"
"Otherwise, I'm afraid today's events in front of the The Pope's Palace won't be settled so easily."
Watching Tang Hao flee miserably like a stray dog, and then glancing out of the corner of his eye at the Hall of Worship—which had remained deathly silent without the slightest movement from beginning to end—Bibi Dong trembled with rage.
These old fogies, who were more of a hindrance than a help, might usually be at odds with her, but to think they would actually choose to stand by and watch when an external enemy was provoking the dignity of Spirit Hall!
With her current foundation from completing most of her Rakshasa God Trial, she could indeed forcibly mobilize a portion of the true Rakshasa divine force if she truly erupted regardless of the consequences. But once she did that, her goal of completing the Rakshasa God Trial would likely be pushed into the distant future.
Moreover, what made her feel most alarmed and bewildered was that, for some reason, ever since a while ago, the Rakshasa Divine Thought within her had completely lost contact, as if it had disappeared; no matter how she called out, she received no response.
'Forget it! A small lack of restraint spoils great plans. I'll let this thief act arrogantly for a moment longer!"
After weighing the pros and cons, Bibi Dong ultimately chose to yield.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent and resentment in her eyes, and spoke coldly, "Jiang Li, today's matter was indeed Spirit Hall's impulsiveness. I wonder... what compensation does Your Excellency desire?"
A "correct" smirk curled at the corner of Jiang Li's mouth.
Since Bibi Dong had taken the initiative to speak, he wouldn't be polite at all.
To be honest, aside from the Angel God Position and the Rakshasa God, nothing else in the entire Spirit Hall was of much use to him.
However, even if he asked for them, Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu would certainly not give them up.
In that case...
"The Soul Bone of this Little Rabbit's mother should be in your hands right now, shouldn't it?"
"Aside from that Soul Ring on your body, I don't sense any aura related to the Soft Bones Rabbit."
"Bibi Dong, hand over the Soul Bone, lest things get ugly for both of us."
Hearing that Jiang Li was actually demanding that 100,000-year-old soul bone, Bibi Dong felt a sharp sting of regret.
Although her Soul Bone slots were already full when she hunted that rabbit and she hadn't absorbed it herself...
That was still a 100,000-year-old soul bone!
Xiao Wu's eyes instantly lit up. Teacher Jiang Li was actually going to recover her mother's relic for her; she didn't even know how she could ever repay him!
"Sigh, fine."
Since things had come to this, Bibi Dong felt that further words were useless. A Soul Bone she couldn't use now was a useless object.
A flash of pink light emerged from her storage soul tool and was slowly delivered into Jiang Li's hand.
Jiang Li weighed the relic of Tang San's mother-in-law in his hand, gave it a brief glance, and then stuffed it into Xiao Wu's arms.
"Your Holiness, my hometown has an old saying: 'A wise man submits to the circumstances.""
He changed the subject, his gaze shifting to Yu Xiaogang, who was hiding behind the crowd.
"That short-haired clown hiding behind you seems to have always been very interested in my Tang Sect's secret method for absorbing Soul Rings beyond one's level, even shamelessly styling himself as the Continent's Number One Theory Master." Jiang Li's tone was full of mockery. "As for how those so-called 'invincible' theories of his were plagiarized, I believe the Pope, as well as the high-level officials of Spirit Hall present, are all very well aware, aren't they?"
Hearing this, Master Yu suddenly shuddered, his scalp tingling as he cried out inwardly that things had gone south!
He had just been wishing he could bury his head in the ground to lower his presence as much as possible; why was this Jiang Li still hounding him?
If the reputation he had worked so hard to build was destroyed today, he swore he would destroy the Tang Sect at any cost!
However, Jiang Li didn't care about his internal, impotent rage and continued to loudly state his second demand. "My second requirement is simple. I need you, the Pope, to represent Spirit Hall and publicly announce to the entire continent that Yu Xiaogang and his set of theories have been a sensationalist joke from the very beginning—pure plagiarism!"
"As for the evidence of him plagiarizing Spirit Hall's secret archives... I think, in order to appease my anger, Your Holiness should be able to produce it, right?"
Upon hearing this request, Bibi Dong breathed a secret sigh of relief, yet at the same time, she found it exceptionally troublesome.
Others might not know Yu Xiaogang's background, but how could she not?
Although one shouldn't call a scholar's actions "plagiarism"...
Every single point in the Martial Soul's Ten Core Competencies that Yu Xiaogang published back then indeed had a source; they were all copied directly from Spirit Hall's archives.
Having been the Pope for so many years, after the blind filters of the past had faded, Bibi Dong had actually realized this long ago.
It was just that in her heart, even if Master Yu's beginning wasn't perfect, he was still the wisest person in the world.
However, if she truly made the source of the documents public in front of the world today, Xiaogang's reputation in the Soul Master World would truly be ruined forever.
'Sigh."
" Xiaogang, I can only let you suffer a bit more."
Bibi Dong silently apologized in her heart.
To quickly resolve today's disaster, there were some things she had to do.
Once this matter passed, she would definitely find a way to compensate him properly.
Soon, under the Pope's orders, Spirit Hall's Theory Deacons brought out a pile of yellowed archives on the spot. In front of the major Sects, they read out the sources of the theories in Master Yu's "great work" word for word, comparing them.
The truth came to light, and the entire audience was in an uproar.
"After all that, this guy putting on airs in Elder robes is actually a good-for-nothing who can't even break through level 30?"
"Didn't you know? He's that famous Academic Tailor, Yu Xiaogang. It turns out his theories all relied on plagiarizing Spirit Hall's secrets!"
"Heavens, how does such a fame-seeking, utterly disgusting creature still have the face to come here and swindle people today?"
Countless gazes full of disdain and scrutiny, and line after line of unbearable mockery and abuse, were like countless poisonous needles stabbing into Yu Xiaogang's back, making him feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
Confusion, humiliation, anger... and the sense of despair from being publicly betrayed by Bibi Dong once again instantly crushed Yu Xiaogang's fragile psychological defenses.
"No... it's not like that! This is my peerless wisdom!"
Yu Xiaogang was so aggrieved that old tears streamed down his face; he could no longer bear the massive blow of his reputation being utterly ruined.
He suddenly reached out and tightly covered his burning old face. Amidst a burst of uproarious laughter, he cried and ran out of the The Pope's Palace square like a stray dog.
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