At this moment, the director's voice echoed, "Since everyone is here, let's officially start the live broadcast."

As soon as the broadcast began, the comment section exploded with activity.

Nearly half of the comments were from Naomi's fans.

"Naomi is stunning!"

"That plain vestment attire... she's the epitome of a female priest!"

"The one and only female priest in the entertainment industry."

As for the comments about me, they were far from flattering.

"Is that Lilian next to her? The show is definitely stirring up trouble."

"She's so ugly."

"I think she has a strong background! Always buying her way into roles."

I was fuming inside. It's one thing to call me ugly, but to accuse me of buying my way into roles?

That was a severe insult to my character!

I can barely scrape together a thousand dollars right now.

While I muttered curses, a sleek black Maybach slowly drove onto the scene, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"What's happening? Is this a surprise guest?"

"This is so excited!"

The car door opened, and out stepped a tall, elegant figure. Even in casual clothes, he exuded an air of cool sophistication.

I heard the staff whispering in astonishment, "Oh my goodness! It's Harold Kingston!"

"The production team is amazing to have invited him."

The comments momentarily fell silent, then erupted in excitement.

"Am I seeing this right? Is that Harold?"

"Isn't he the one who never appears on variety shows??"

"Oh my! He truly has the looks that bring honor to our country."

"Just a quick question. Would he consider donating some of his sp*rm?"

So it was him.

I squinted slightly, studying him. His well-proportioned face and faint purple aura signified great success.

Harold Kingston, a top-tier rapper in the entertainment industry, had a massive fan base. Before his debut, I had indirectly suffered from his influence, single-handedly bringing my entire sect into the world of rap.

Yes, Harold was once a rap battle streamer.

My clueless junior watched his streams and became deeply addicted to rap battles, practicing Harold's rap songs after morning lessons every day.

During that time, I even dreamed of his rap battles.

I felt extremely conflicted.

It was hard to imagine how he could maintain such a cool and noble facade while rapping, a kind of beauty that disregards others' opinions.

Harold walked straight to the center, bowed slightly, and greeted the guests. "Hello, everyone. I'm Harold."

Zachary nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The youngest, Jonathan, warmly wrapped an arm around Harold's shoulder. "Harold, you're here too."

Even Naomi, who had been looking displeased, blushed slightly and smoothed her hair shyly. "Harold, it's been a while since we last met."

Everyone had greeted him, and it would have been rude if I didn't do the same.

So, I politely greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Kingston."

After I spoke, I couldn't tell if it was my imagination, but Harold seemed to glance at me.

I guessed the live comments were probably filled with accusations of me trying to ride Harold's coattails.

Well, it's hard to make money and avoid criticism these days.

Anyway, the more you criticize me, the more I earn. It was no loss there.

The first task requires all of you to personally climb three thousand steps from the foot of the mountain to the church to learn about priest culture, the director announced through a megaphone.

The church even sent three priests to guide us.

The moment I saw the familiar navy blue vestment, I was almost moved to tears.

Seeing my own people felt like reuniting with family.

Overcome with emotion, I instinctively clasped my hands and bowed deeply to them.

The three priests' eyes lit up with excitement, and they returned the gesture. "Your bow is very proper. Are you also a priest?"

That brought back some painful memories. Back then, because my bow wasn't up to standard, my master punished me by making me bow to the grandmaster for eight hours straight. The next day, I couldn't even straighten my back.

I gave an awkward smile. "I've just learned a bit."

In the livestream comments.

"Is she also trying to set up a metaphysical persona?"

"Is she seriously copying Naomi's persona too?"

"Naomi is a real priest. Does Lilian think playing a female priest in a drama makes her a real one?"

A large group of us began climbing the steps.

After two exhausting hours, we finally reached the top, gasping for breath.

Jonathan and Zachary leaned on their knees, panting heavily. "Why is this church so high?" Jonathan exclaimed.

Naomi was equally exhausted, her face pale. However, she kept her composure since it was a live broadcast.

Lilian, Harold, how come you two look perfectly fine? Jonathan asked, baffled.

These were three thousand steps. Even for people who exercise regularly, it was a strenuous climb without any breaks.

Probably because of regular exercise, I replied. This climb was nothing compared to carrying water up the mountain with my juniors back at the church when the water supply was cut off.

I was surprised Harold wasn't even out of breath either.

"Greetings, everyone!" A young priest in a red vestment stood at the church entrance, as if he had been waiting for us.

He looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place him.

The livestream comments exploded with excitement.

"Oh my goodness! A red vestment priest!"

"Wow, this priest is so young and already in a red vestment."

"Quick fact: vestment color ranks are: purple > yellow > red > green."

Actually, there's a slight mistake. Yellow signifies solo combat skills, while purple indicates skill in chanting spells.

I am skilled in chanting and am the best among the best.

The red vestment priest greeted us with a bow. "Blessings upon you, friends.

I am the abbot of Fortune Church, and I welcome you all on behalf of the church."

The more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.

Quinton Clark glanced at all of us. When his eyes met mine, his pupils dilated, and he rushed over, falling to his knees in a formal bow.

I was stunned.

What is happening?