While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

The shouting continued in the lobby.

"Blasphemy!"

A bald, fat man pointed at Tianyan, his face flushed red, his voice shrill like a pig being slaughtered: "This is blasphemy against Lord Tianyuan! Who do you think you are? You dare stand on this platform?!"

"Exactly!"

A tall, thin man beside him chimed in, spitting as he spoke: "Lord Tianyuan is our only god! Where did you, you monster, come from?!"

"Get out!"

"Blasphemer!"

The shouts of cursing echoed throughout the auditorium, like a pot of boiling porridge.

Tianyan stood on the podium, motionless.

His bone armor gleamed coldly under the chandelier light. His eyes, behind the Yaksha mask, swept across the faces of everyone in the audience. He remained silent for a moment, then spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear, like someone was speaking right next to your ear, and you could hear every word clearly.

"Quiet."

Two words.

The cursing stopped abruptly.

It wasn't because they were obedient, but because at that moment, an invisible pressure emanated from Tianyan, making everyone's breath catch in their throats, as if someone had grabbed their throats.

The auditorium was so quiet that you could hear the crackling of the burning candles.

You've misunderstood.

The people in the audience were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tianyan stood with his hands behind his back. His expression behind the Yaksha mask was unclear, but his tone was serious and earnest, showing no sign of panic.

His gaze swept over the angry faces below the stage, and his voice deepened, carrying an undeniable air: "I am an envoy sent by Lord Tianyuan."

The hall was quiet for a moment, then erupted in excitement again.

"You're talking nonsense! How could Lord Tianyuan possibly send a monster like you!"

"Exactly! Lord Tengen is pure and sacred!"

"You don't even look like a human being, how could you possibly be Lord Tengen's envoy!"

The bald, fat man's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, and he pointed at Tian Yan on the podium, his voice so loud that the whole building could hear him.

"How could Lord Tengen possibly associate with someone like you? Lord Tengen is pure, sacred, and inviolable! You cowardly coward, you are clearly a demon! A demon sent to shake our faith!"

"Let's all work together to drive this monster out! Lord Tengen will protect us!"

His words provoked a response from the crowd. Countless hands were raised, countless mouths were agape, and shouts of cursing surged forth like a tidal wave, one wave after another.

"Lord Tengen will not let you get away with this!"

"Everyone, attack together and drive him out!"

Tianyan wasn't angry. He waited until the shouting subsided a bit before speaking: "Wait a minute, give me a chance to prove myself."

The auditorium fell silent for a moment, then someone hesitantly spoke up: "How are you going to prove it?!"

Some people are still continuing to curse.

Ignoring the insults, Tianyan reached into his hoodie pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, unfolded it, and held it up in front of him.

It was an ordinary A4 sheet of printed paper with a few lines of text printed on it.

He cleared his throat and began to read: "By the mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees..."

The auditorium fell silent for a moment.

The believers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tianyan continued reading, his expression as serious as if he were reading a legal document: "Lord Tianyuan recently calculated that some people in the Panxing Sect were using his name to swindle and deceive, and even hiring people to commit murder, which made him lose face."

He paused, glanced at the believers below the stage, then lowered his head and continued reading: "Therefore, Lord Tianyuan has decided that, from today onwards, the Panxing Sect is hereby disbanded. Those of you who should go home to farm should go home to farm, those of you who should go to work should go to work, and those of you who should fall in love should fall in love..."

At this point, he glanced at the many believers, most of whom were elderly people with gray hair.

Indeed, Tianyuan is most famous for his longevity, and the Panxing Cult believes in him for this reason, hoping to gain a long life.

"...Twilight romances are fine too. Sixty or seventy is the prime of life, don't waste your time on these trivial things. Lying down is shameful, so be it!"

He folded the paper, put it back in his pocket, clapped his hands, and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, that's all. Everyone, you can go now."

The auditorium was completely silent.

The believers' expressions changed from anger to bewilderment, from bewilderment to confusion, and from confusion to even greater anger!

The bald, fat man was the first to react. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he pointed at Tianyan with one hand while clutching his chest with the other, as if he were about to have a heart attack.

"You, you, you!"

"You villain! Traitor! Scoundrel!"

He took a few breaths and finally finished speaking: "Who do you think you are! How could Lord Tianyuan say such a thing! What 'losing face' and 'nonsense,' that's clearly something you made up!"

"Exactly!"

The tall, thin man immediately chimed in, "Lord Tianyuan is a supreme being; how could he possibly use such vulgar language!"

"Blasphemy! This is blatant blasphemy!"

"Lord Tianyuan will not disband the Panxing Sect! The Panxing Sect is Lord Tianyuan's representative in the human world!"

Tianyan stood on the platform, looking at the indignant believers below, and sighed.

"I knew this would happen."

He stepped down from the podium, stood on the steps, hands in his pockets, and glanced at the angry faces as if looking at a group of stubborn children.

"Everyone, think about this carefully. If Lord Tianyuan needed a spokesperson, why would he choose you? He's lived for so long; what storms hasn't he weathered? Does he even care about your little bit of faith?"

"You're using his name to harm a teenage middle school student. How can he bear to look down on you?"

Just then, a path parted in the crowd.

Shigeru Sonoda came out.

His hair was neatly combed, and he wore the calm smile that he only showed in front of believers. His steps were unhurried, as if he were walking on a red carpet, with each step firmly planted.

He walked to the front of the stage, turned around, faced the believers, and opened his arms as if to embrace everyone.

"Everyone, don't be fooled by this person's sweet talk."

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy, with the dramatic intonation of a theatrical actor: "This person is not an envoy of Lord Tianyuan at all! He is Lord Tianyuan's enemy! He is a blasphemer!"

His finger pointed at Tianyan, and his voice rose a notch: "He came here to shake our faith! To make us abandon our devotion to Lord Tianyuan!"

"Think about it, everyone. How could Lord Tianyuan possibly disband the Panxing Sect? The Panxing Sect is Lord Tianyuan's home in the mortal world, our safe haven!"

He ignited the emotions of the believers.

"Yes, yes, yes! Sonoda-sama is right!"

"Blasphemer! Get out!"

The cursing grew louder than before, and several agitated believers began to push their way toward Tianyan, only to be stopped by those in the front.

Sonoda Shigeru turned around, pointed at Tianyan, and said in a firm and resolute voice, "We will not be deceived by him! Lord Tianyuan's will cannot be desecrated! Let alone one Star Essence Body, even if there are ten or a hundred, for the sake of Lord Tianyuan's purity, they must die!"

A cheer erupted from the audience.

"Lord Sonoda is right!"

"Yes! What does it matter if a few people die for Lord Tianyuan?"

"Long live Lord Tengen!"