Authentic Shen Gongbao AI Dubbing

I am Shen Gongbao, a leopard spirit who has cultivated into human form. Ever since I can remember, the rules of this world have been like a giant net, trapping me tightly. A demon is a demon—even if I've cultivated a human body, in the eyes of the immortals, I'm still a lowly thing. Under the throne of Yuanshi Tianzun, that fat Taiyi laughs all day long, treasures are given away freely, disciples are accepted casually. But what about me? I practice day and night, pulverizing the stones in my cave to dust—and what do I get in return? Nothing but a cold sneer beneath Master's eyelids, or Taiyi's drunken remark: 'A leopard spirit also wants to climb high branches.' I'm not resigned to this! Why should Taiyi get everything so easily, while I have to lick my wounds in the corner? That day, when Yuanshi Tianzun gave the Spirit Pearl to Taiyi, saying it would help the Li family of Chentang Pass subdue demons, I hid in the shadows, my nails digging into my palms. The Spirit Pearl... such a beautiful thing. If I could get it, wouldn't that prove myself? But then I thought, so what if I got it? The prejudice in Master's eyes has already nailed me to the label of 'demon.' So I had crooked thoughts—I stuffed the Demon Pill into Nezha and colluded with the Dragon Clan, letting Ao Bing be born with the Spirit Pearl. At that moment, I felt I could finally turn things around, show those who looked down on me—demons can also disrupt heaven and earth! But what happened afterward? Nezha and Ao Bing faced off under the heavenly thunder, Taiyi desperately saved people, but Master never once looked at me properly. Standing in the clouds, watching the chaos below, I suddenly felt like a clown. I thought rebelling against fate would let me rise, but I didn't realize this rebellion only dragged me deeper into the mire. Every time I cast spells, the leopard's instinct stirs in my heart, my claws itch unbearably, yet I insist on pretending to be an immortal sage. Over time, even I can't tell whether I'm cultivating or deceiving myself. At night, I stare blankly at my face in the mirror. The tips of my ears still have leopard fur, my pupils glow green in the dark—no matter how I disguise it, this appearance can never become a true immortal. Yuanshi Tianzun says 'when the heart is righteous, the Way is righteous,' but did he ever give me a chance to be righteous? Taiyi can make mistakes, get drunk, lose the Map of Mountains and Rivers, but if I slip up even slightly, it's 'demonic nature is hard to tame.' The prejudice of this world against demons is fiercer than heavenly thunder. I wanted to prove myself, but on the path of proving myself, I sold my soul to desire. Now, Nezha has become a hero, Ao Bing has found his own path, and only I am still wandering in this chaos. Sometimes I think, if I had just obediently remained a leopard spirit, gnawing on wild rabbits in the mountains, wouldn't that be more comfortable? But the unwillingness in my bones won't let me stop. The most painful thing in this world is not being looked down upon by others, but looking down on yourself while still pretending to be high and mighty. I, Shen Gongbao, was ultimately forced into becoming a demon by prejudice, and in that demonic obstruction, I forever lost the road back.