Chapter 341: Pei Guang’s Art of Provocation

Meanwhile, the hidden assassins watching the duo's antics were fuming. How dare these two troublemakers defile the sacred Scalegorge Waterscape and then go so far as to mock them outright? Their boiling rage was written all over their faces.

"We'll show that Pei Guang the true power of the Preceptors," one assassin whispered, filled with malice.

But while the assassins plotted, Pei Guang was already preparing his next move, giving them a taste of the "player's methods." Silently, he pulled out… a bag of trash.

Seeing this, Dan Heng instinctively took two steps back, his face unreadable.

Pei Guang, oblivious to Dan Heng's reaction, handed him ten trash bags. "Here, Dan Heng! You handle these. Can you control the water around here?"

Dan Heng sighed, already understanding Pei Guang's plan. After taking a deep breath, he muttered, "Do we really need to go this far? Doing this here is basically a declaration of war. But… yeah, this will definitely provoke them."

Pei Guang smirked. "Exactly. Nothing grabs attention like this. Oh, by the way, take this." He passed Dan Heng a recording device. "Make sure you get all this on tape. Once these guys are reincarnated, we can use this footage to remind them of their failures."

Dan Heng gave Pei Guang a complicated look but ultimately nodded. "Understood."

At this moment, he mentally gave Pei Guang a big thumbs-up. Truly, Pei Guang never failed to surprise with his audacity: this move was nothing short of genius!

Dan Heng put himself in the shoes of his past self, as Dan Feng, and realized that if Pei Guang had pulled this kind of stunt back then, Deng might not have survived even a day in the Ten-Lords Commission under such relentless trolling.

People like Pei Guang were a rarity across the entire universe. Even those aligned with the Path of Elation wouldn't stoop to this level—they'd just nudge others to do the dirty work. But Pei Guang? He got his hands dirty with zero hesitation.

Still… looking at these assassins, he found his resolve hardening. They clearly mistook him for Dan Feng, so fine. If they wanted Dan Feng, he would show them something even he could never pull off.

Dan Heng nodded. "Got it. Leave it to me. Besides, if this is about provoking them, count me in. As you always say, two people taunting together make the pull even stronger."

Pei Guang grinned. "Dan Heng, you're a real bro!"

Dan Heng sighed internally. He would rather take a compliment from March 7th any day over hearing it from Pei Guang, but for now, he'd put up with it.

Pei Guang clapped his hands. "Since you're all in, I've got an even better idea! In a bit, we'll take this to the next level. Bailu, you focus on charging up your big move, while Dan Heng and I will draw all the aggro for you. Don't worry, we'll keep them locked onto us. Dan Heng! Time to make some noise!"

With their plan set, the trio coordinated seamlessly. As Pei Guang gave the signal to go, the assassins' wariness skyrocketed. They watched as Pei Guang and Dan Heng pulled out over twenty black bags, tossing them casually across the battlefield like it was no big deal.

One particularly enraged assassin sneered. "Hah! You think some petty little tricks like this will harm us? Today, you'll meet your doom and leave no trace behind!"

The Vidyadhara assassins' rage was already at its peak. Dan Heng's earlier antics—turning the Vidyadhara's sacred realm into a playground for that ridiculous pink bunny—had been a humiliating slap in the face.

And now? The majestic dragon once symbolizing their clan's pride and strength had been reduced to… this absurd creature? The sheer insult was unbearable. If the bunny in the waters had been a nuisance, this was outright blasphemy. How could they ever face their ancestors or the legacy of the dragons with this utter disgrace staring them down?

Truthfully, even if the Aeon of Permanence was still around, it wouldn't care about this nonsense. And if it did care, it'd probably be about how these Vidyadhara assassins were about to make fools of themselves.

As Pei Guang and Dan Heng hurled their garbage bags, the assassins tried to dodge. But just as they repositioned, Dan Heng activated his powers, causing the bags to burst mid-air.

Trash rained down in all directions, and the assassins, prepared for explosive traps or projectiles, were completely unprepared for the sheer volume of garbage. The two had perfectly positioned their throws to cut off all escape routes.

The moment the trash scattered, the assassins' pupils constricted. They could feel it—the visceral, instinctive disgust emanating from the mess. Wet, dry, and everything in between, the garbage scattered like a grotesque mosaic.

The assassins knew, deep down, that just touching this filth would ruin them. Panic set in as they scrambled to avoid contact, pouring their energy into shielding themselves.

And that was when Pei Guang struck.

"You bunch of losers! Trash like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as me!"

The moment Pei Guang's taunt hit, the assassins' concentration broke. Their defensive maneuvers faltered, and the rain of garbage descended upon them like divine retribution.

Watching this unfold, Dan Heng felt a pang of sympathy for these poor souls. Sure, he wanted to prove himself as Dan Heng, not Dan Feng, but this? This was just sad. 

Messing with Pei Guang was a guaranteed way to experience pain far worse than death.

The assassins' cloaking spells failed as they were forced to break cover. Their rage ignited, and their only thought now was to kill Pei Guang—kill him, kill Dan Heng, kill everyone!

Fueled by their fury, their power surged. These were no ordinary assassins; even among the Vidyadhara, they were considered elite. Now, in their berserk state, their strength, speed, and endurance had doubled. Even Dan Heng had to take them seriously.

Pei Guang, however, remained unfazed.

"Is that all? Really? You're coming at me with this weak nonsense? What a bunch of amateurs."

The combination of garbage and relentless taunting did its job perfectly. The assassins, who should have been calculating and precise, were now mindless with rage. Their original mission forgotten, they had only one goal: destroy Pei Guang.

As the assassins charged, Pei Guang and Dan Heng's starskiff suddenly began to move. Below, Dan Heng's water dragon surged forward, towing the starskiff effortlessly.

The assassins chased, and as they sped ahead, Pei Guang continued his relentless barrage of taunts from atop the vessel.

Ordinarily, their rage would have subsided enough to regain focus on their mission. But Pei Guang's calculated provocation had obliterated any semblance of reason.

The downside? The berserk assassins had gained tremendous power. The upside? No matter how much they powered up, they still couldn't catch up to Pei Guang and Dan Heng's speeding starskiff.

What about Bailu?

Screw Bailu!!! To them, nothing mattered anymore except ripping Pei Guang and Dan Heng to shreds.

Unbeknownst to them, they were playing right into Pei Guang's hands. The future awaiting them wouldn't just be defeat—it would be humiliation on a cosmic scale.

Pei Guang, the quintessential gamer, had already begun plotting their fate. Killing them outright wasn't an option—Bailu wouldn't allow it. But sparing their lives didn't mean letting them off easy.

While most players might settle for simply killing their enemies, he had the creativity of a sandbox gamer. His plans for these assassins were far more intricate, far more devious.

Yes, he had no shame in admitting it: he was going to break these assassins. And once he was done, he'd record everything and send it to every Vidyadhara harboring ill intentions toward Bailu.

Because if there was one thing Pei Guang couldn't tolerate, it was anyone threatening his teammates.