The Underworld Takes Sixty Percent

He scratched his head, muttering to himself.

Well, the real deal is here.

This just got tricky.

Niu Ben genuinely respected Empress Pingxin.

She was a person of great virtue who had resolutely sacrificed herself to complete the Reincarnation of heaven and earth.

Across the entire Primordial Wilderness, when it came to Merit, aside from Dao Ancestor Hongjun, she likely had the most.

Moreover, when he had taken charge of the Underworld back then, Empress Pingxin had approved it. He owed her a favor.

Now that she had personally come forward to plead for them, he could not refuse her this courtesy.

But if he agreed so easily, would not all that posturing from earlier have been for nothing?

As the Mystic Gate Guardian, Lord of the Underworld, and foremost among the All Heavens Saints, he could not go eagerly agreeing the moment someone asked him for a favor, could he?

That would be far too undignified!

Niu Ben's inner calculations clattered away.

He looked at the hopeful Dijiang, then at the pleading Pingxin. Clearing his throat, he put on a troubled expression.

"Ahem, Fellow Daoist Pingxin, you're making this very difficult for me."

He spread his hands, looking utterly helpless.

"It's not that I won't give you face. It's that these people are simply too disappointing."

He pointed at Dijiang and said without the slightest courtesy, "What is there in his head besides muscle? If I work with them, I'm afraid I'd be finding myself a pack of useless teammates. Rather than earning Points, they might drag me down instead."

Dijiang's face darkened again.

Saying that about him in front of his little sister was simply giving him no face at all!

Yet he did not dare flare up. He could only swallow his anger, feeling as though his