Provoked, Lighting the Fire

Chen Xiaofan looked at the furious man before him, his heart utterly undisturbed—if anything, he found it a little amusing. He tipped his head back slightly, his eyes brimming with contempt and disdain, and said unhurriedly, "I bet you don't have the guts. If you did, you would have jumped out that window long ago. Why would you still be wasting your breath with me here? And even if you really did it, do you think I'd be afraid? If I were afraid, why would I deliberately provoke you?"

Faced with the other man's threats, Chen Xiaofan remained composed and unruffled. After all, he had weathered too many storms and waves. How could he possibly be frightened by such an insignificant nobody? It was simply absurd!

At that moment, he was rather curious whether this man would be provoked into staking everything on a single throw, smashing his cauldrons and sinking his boats.

Yet whatever choice the man made was of no consequence to Chen Xiaofan. He had never regarded him as worth noticing. No matter how much he struggled, he would never be able to shake Chen Xiaofan in the slightest.

As an immortal, Chen Xiaofan had long grown accustomed to such trivial matters. In truth, there were already very few things capable of throwing him into disarray!

"How dare you look down on me like this! I have always hated it most when others treat me with contempt. Yet today, an insolent man like you actually mentioned me in the same breath as that utterly foolish Old Zhang downstairs! What right does he have to compare himself with me? I do fear death, but I also have unyielding bones of iron. How could I let you threaten me into doing your bidding? Since you have driven me into