Seeing his Blade Aura knock Zhang Xiaohua's flying sword back, Peng Yeyu's face regained its composure. Smiling, he said, "Peng had thought only the inner female disciples of the Incense-Passing Cult had a chance of obtaining an Immortal Path inheritance. Who would have thought that Junior Brother Ren, at such a young age, had also received an inheritance? One truly cannot judge a person by their appearance!"
"You flatter me. But... hasn't Senior Brother Peng also obtained an Immortal Path inheritance?"
"Of course. Shuiyunjian is blessed by heaven; how can your Incense-Passing Cult compare? I heard that the Incense-Passing Cult has not produced an Inheritance Disciple for many years! Oh, right, Junior Brother Ren. Since there have been no Inheritance Disciples for so many years, how did you... how did you obtain an Immortal Path inheritance? Could it be... you are Abbess Jingyi's..."
As he spoke, Peng Yeyu's face revealed a lecherous smile.
This bastard... Zhang Xiaohua was utterly speechless. His initial impression of Peng Yeyu had been fairly decent. In Shuiyunjian's main hall, he had only found Peng Yeyu's gaze fixed upon Meng unpleasant, so he had exposed him with a single remark. But now, hearing his filthy words, how could Zhang Xiaohua not realize that Peng Yeyu was also a scoundrel in gentleman's clothing, a beast beneath human garb?
"But all of that is drifting clouds now. Junior Brother Ren, while Junior Brother Liang and the others are fighting bitterly against the female disciples of the Incense-Passing Cult atop Yi Xiang Peak, Peng will have already severed your fine head. No one else can compare to such a merit..."
"Pah! Keep dreaming your daylight dream!" Zhang Xiaohua spat at him. Chasing Dreams flew straight toward Peng Yeyu's chest once more. Peng Yeyu was in no hurry. With a