Ziju Min was a relatively aboveboard man, a traditional and genteel pill dao master. His personal philosophy contained little scheming and trickery. He hadn’t much experience when it came to more unorthodox methods.

The bluntness of Jiang Chen’s proposition was met with initial doubt. Was this doable?

“Will your idea really work, Shao Yuan?”

Jiang Chen shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I feel that we should try it. If I curse, insult, and belittle him to the depths of uselessness, he wouldn’t be able to sit still.”

“He’s very proud indeed. If you challenge him through more normal means, he’d just ignore you to crush your will with cold aloofness. But his arrogance will also be his downfall. If you can incite him to real anger by insulting him, he might very well fall for it.”

Ziju Min analyzed the situation seriously. The more he thought about it, the more he agreed with Shao Yuan’s simple and violent idea.

“Well then, let’s give it an attempt,” Jiang Chen laughed. “Are there any pill...