My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The next morning.

The Holy Flame Meow Meow Cult Headquarters, Audition Hall.

Li Chen, dressed in the uniform of a vice cult leader, sat behind the long interview table with a look of utter despair.

"Next."

Li Chen yawned and called out weakly.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

A burly rogue cultivator with a face full of scars and arms thicker than Li Chen's thighs.

He swaggered in, clutching a thick, dark iron chain in his hand.

however.

When Li Chen saw the "pet" tied to the other end of the chain.

Li Chen's drowsiness vanished instantly.

His eyes almost popped out of his head.

That's not a cat at all!

Instead, it was a huge tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead, standing twelve feet tall and three feet long, its body covered with black and yellow stripes!

Moreover, judging from the terrifying pressure emanating from it...

This is actually a top-grade demon beast with the cultivation level of the Golden Core stage!

"Gulp."

Li Chen swallowed hard and pointed at the tiger that was yawning with its jaws wide open.

"Fellow Daoist."

Li Chen was speechless, feeling that his intelligence had been insulted.

"We are a cat cult here, and you are required to bring your own cat."

"Are you sure that's a cat? I'd believe you if you said it was a tiger."

The rough-and-tumble cultivator not only showed no sign of apprehension, but instead straightened his chest and loudly and confidently refuted the claim.

"Vice Leader, you're mistaken!"

"What's wrong with tigers? Aren't tigers just cats that are slightly larger?"

The rogue cultivator patted the tiger's enormous head.

"Vice Leader, look! It not only has a cat's whiskers and claws, but it also catches mice!"

In order to cooperate with the master's performance and to successfully infiltrate the system of this royal orthodox religion.

That was the Golden Core stage tiger that usually reigned supreme and was incredibly powerful in the deep mountains and forests.

She actually shrank her neck, looking quite aggrieved.

It tucked its tail between its legs.

It looked at Li Chen and tried its best to strain its voice.

A deafening sound, yet tinged with unbearable sorrow, was uttered:

"Meow—!!!"

That earth-shattering "meow".

It was as if a bolt of lightning from the heavens had ripped through the sky, striking directly at the heads of everyone in the Divine Cult's preliminary selection hall.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Li Chen sat behind the large interview table.

The calligraphy brush he was holding froze in mid-air.

A drop of thick ink dripped from the tip of the brush onto the pristine white Xuan paper, spreading out as a large black stain.

Li Chen stared wide-eyed at the enormous tiger with white forehead and piercing eyes that stood twelve feet tall and exuded the terrifying pressure of a Golden Core cultivator.

Then he looked at the rough, unruly cultivator with a face full of scars and an air of self-righteousness.

His lips began to twitch uncontrollably.

"You call this thing...a cat?"

Li Chen took a deep breath, feeling that his worldview had been subjected to an unprecedented and enormous shock.

This is a million times more outrageous than the plot written in a bizarre record called "Tang Dynasty, Prince Cultivating Immortality"!

The rugged, unaffiliated cultivator showed no sign of apprehension; instead, he grabbed the tiger's thick neck.

"Vice Leader, what are you saying! Feline demonic beasts, how can they not be considered cats?"

The rogue cultivator patted the tiger's head and scolded it loudly.

"Big Yellow! Quickly show the Vice-Master your mouse-catching skills!"

In order to successfully obtain a "secure job" in the Tang Dynasty's royal religious sect.

That Golden Core stage tiger that usually reigns supreme in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Surprisingly, it cooperated perfectly and lay down on the ground.

Its two huge front paws were clasped together, and it thrashed back and forth on the ground.

It even rolled over, revealing its furry belly, and made a purring sound ingratiatingly.

"Look!" the rogue cultivator exclaimed proudly, "Isn't this just a slightly larger, adorable kitten?"

Li Chen covered his face in pain.

He glanced at Sizi, who was sitting next to him, clapping her little hands excitedly and shouting, "Big cat is so cute!"

It’s over.

The cult leader has spoken, so what can the vice cult leader say?

"Alright, you pass."

Li Chen gritted his teeth, picked up the official seal, and slapped it onto the registration form of the rogue cultivator.

The tiger breathed a sigh of relief, quickly tucked its tail between its legs, and strolled leisurely to the left side of the yard, where it found a sunny spot to lie down and sunbathe its belly.

"Next!"

Li Chen shouted weakly, hoping that some normal believers would come later.

The sound of steady footsteps rang out.

A scholar dressed in a blue robe, holding a folding fan, and exuding a faint scholarly air, walked over slowly.

In his hand, he held a rope woven from the silk of a thousand-year-old ice silkworm.

The other end of the rope.

A giant beast, round and black and white, was being tethered and frantically gnawing on a bamboo stalk as thick as a water bucket!

"Click, click."

The giant beast bit into the bamboo, which was harder than steel, and ate it with great relish.

The crowd queuing in the hall finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"That's going too far!"

The swordsman in the next line pointed at the black and white behemoth and protested loudly.

"Fellow Daoist! That one with the tiger could barely be considered a feline, so we'll let it go!"

"What's with you bringing a metal-eating beast?! This thing is an ancient beast that can tear tigers and leopards apart on the battlefield, how does it have anything to do with cats?!"

Faced with public criticism.

The scholar, instead of panicking, let out a cold laugh.

With a "whoosh," he closed the folding fan in his hand.

He turned around and looked at the protesting crowd with a disdainful gaze, as if looking at a country bumpkin.

"Ignorant! Superficial! No wonder you couldn't get into the Confucian Academy!"

The Confucian scholar shook his head, his face full of arrogance and certainty.

"Haven't you read the newly promulgated 'Illustrated Compendium of Beasts' from the Tang Dynasty? His Highness the Prince of Qin has already decreed that this beast, with its endearing and cuddly nature, has been officially renamed 'Panda'!"

The scholar tapped his palm with his folding fan, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Since your name contains the word 'cat,' then you're a cat! Why can't you join my Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult?!"

This is a shocking and absurd argument.

He left everyone present speechless.

Even the sword cultivator was stunned. He opened his mouth, but couldn't find any reason to refute it.

Yes, it's called a panda, so why isn't it a cat?

Li Chen sat behind the table and sighed in despair.

The scholars of the Tang Dynasty were truly skilled with words. They could even make black seem white.

"Pass, pass, pass."

Li Chensheng waved his hand dismissively and stamped the seal.

The giant panda, clutching half a bamboo stalk, slowly rolled to the right side of the yard and continued gnawing on it.

Li Chen picked up his teacup, preparing to take a sip of water to calm his nerves.

He could tolerate the two odd "big cats" in front of him; at worst, he could just treat the cult as a zoo.

"Next, hurry up."

A fragrant breeze, accompanied by the clear sound of silver bells, drifted slowly into the hall.

The third one to come up.

He was neither a wandering monk nor a Confucian scholar.

Instead, she was an incredibly hot and alluring enchantress, dressed in revealing exotic clothing, with skin as white as snow!

The most critical thing is...

On the top of this enchantress's head grew a pair of fluffy pink cat ears that kept twitching!

And behind her slender waist that could be encircled by one hand.

A long, slender cat tail swayed playfully in the air, like a nimble snake!