Kowtow a Few Times, and That Will Do!

"What is wrong with you?!" "Snap out of it, all of you, Young Master!" His voice was icy, freighted with rage. Yet no one answered him. Everyone's gaze was focused entirely on Lu Chen. Tu Ming took a deep breath. Clasping his blade, he stepped forward. "Young Master..." His voice was raspy. "This person... cannot be killed." Ming Jiuyou's pupils constricted. "What did you say?" "I said—" Tu Ming gritted his teeth, pronouncing each word distinctly. "Lu Chen is the savior of our Netherworld Cult." "Three epochs ago, during that battle at the Abyss of Buried Gods, had he not intervened, the Netherworld Cult would have long since been wiped out." "All of us... owe him our lives." Ming Jiuyou froze. He looked toward Old Bone. Old Bone remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. He turned his gaze toward Poisonous Consort. Poisonous Consort's eyes flickered, but in the end, she let out a sigh. "Young Master, Elder Tu Ming speaks the... truth." "Bullshit!" Ming Jiuyou flew into a rage! "Three epochs ago? Just how old is he this year? Not even a hundred!" "How could he possibly have saved you three epochs ago?!" "This memory..." He suddenly reacted, staring fixedly at the token in Lu Chen's hand. "Is that token playing tricks?!" Lu Chen smiled. He stroked the token, his voice calm. "Young Master Ming, you can say whatever you like, but you shouldn't just spout nonsense." "My actions as Lu Chen are open and above board." "If I saved you, I saved you; if I didn't, I didn't." "Why would I need to play tricks?" He looked toward Tu Ming. "Elder Tu Ming, were the words carved on that Blood Soul Blade of yours inscribed by your own hand?" Tu Ming fell silent. After a long while,