Zhang Peng knew which way the wind blew far better than Huo Yuhao had imagined.
No wonder this fellow had escaped from Mu En. No wonder he could thrive in the Holy Spirit Cult, which committed every evil imaginable, without killing anyone himself. Zhang Peng really was a shrewd old fox.
Huo Yuhao said irritably,
"Zhang Peng, the threshold for joining the Undead Holy Magic Cult is very high. Don't be so quick to claim us as your own. If you fail the test, death will be your only way out."
At Huo Yuhao's words, Zhang Peng's expression changed sharply, and his attention became intensely focused. His life was at stake, after all. He could not afford the slightest carelessness.
"The doctrine of our Undead Holy Magic Cult consists of just eight words: dwell in darkness, yet turn your heart toward light. You may not be righteous, but you can just barely be called upright. That's why I'm betting you can pass my test."
As he spoke, light flashed in Huo Yuhao's hand, and a white, six-sided crystal appeared in his palm.
He handed the Heart-Questioning Jade straight to Zhang Peng.
"If your conscience is clear, the jade will emit white light. You will live and become the deputy leader of our Undead Holy Magic Cult. As for me, I will compensate you for all my earlier offenses with something worth several times more than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone."
Zhang Peng's expression turned solemn. Hearing that the test would examine his conscience, he remained somewhat nervous, but he was also brimming with confidence. After all, although he lived in a den of thieves, he had never abandoned his original convictions.
Before his parents died, they had warned him never to do evil. Thus, even when