Jiang Chen wasn’t originally planning on bickering with these people over pride. He found it better to ignore their goading entirely. Still, even a sculpture had a few rough edges. This Pill King Bu constantly pushed at his boundaries, acting like they were sworn enemies. Jiang Chen glanced coldly at the pill king, silently sneering. If you want to put your face right in front of me, then don’t blame me for taking a few swings at it. 

“Pill King Bu, is it? I don’t know where your confidence comes from. I’ll put it simply. If you have an issue with me, then be a man and cut to the chase. Did you want to challenge me? Then speak up. Stop trying to take pot shots at me. We’re both men, I assume. There’s no need to be so cowardly about everything. Acting like some shrieking harlot... you might be shameless, but I’m not.” Jiang Chen’s statements didn’t quite cut to the bone, but the comparison he made was still insulting. 

Pill King Bu had been compared to a common wench, with none of the flair that was characteristic of a pill king. The mental image the comparison conjured up was enough to make some...