Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 295 - 183 Wind and Thunder

Chapter 295: 183 Wind and Thunder

"It truly is a Fourth-Level Restricted Area, so huge!"

Fang Zhixing rode his horse along a long street, looking around as he went.

The camp of the Wind Thunder Restricted Zone could no longer be called just a camp.

In fact, it was more like a small town, with tens of thousands of residents, straight streets, rows of residences, bustling commerce, medical clinics that saved lives, and entertainment venues including brothels, everything one could wish for.

"Rely on the mountains when near mountains, rely on the water when near water."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly, "A resource-rich Fourth-Level Restricted Area supports so many people."

Xigou looked around and responded, "This place is a bit like a mining town on Earth, a town built around a coal mine, which will decline once the coal is exhausted."

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but inquire curiously, "Speaking of which, I still haven’t figured out how the Restricted Areas are formed."

Xigou retorted, "Who cares, just think of the Restricted Area as a coal mine, and we’re all here to mine."

By now, it was getting dark, yet the streets swarmed with people, as noisy as daylight, and extraordinarily lively.

This place was undoubtedly a city that never sleeps!

During the day, most of the hunters ventured into the Restricted Area, leaving the encampment cold and quiet.’

But come nightfall, when the hunters returned, the place came alive, bathed in the glow of lamps and colored in debauchery.

The hunters celebrated like it was a festival, merrymaking and reveling all night long.

Truth be told, they risked their lives entering the Restricted Areas, facing the possibility of death at any moment, living each day as if it were their last.

Because of this, at heart, the hunters were all desperados who lived by the philosophy of enjoying life because it was short.

Whenever there was an opportunity, they would indulge in wild revelry, releasing their pent-up emotions, living in a drunken stupor.

In a corner, a man and a woman were hugging each other tightly, moving rhythmically as if oblivious to the world around them.

Next to a stinking ditch, several men and women had drunk themselves senseless, surrounded by empty wine jars.

On the riverbank, a group of people stripped off their clothes and jumped into the rushing river.

Under a tree thick enough to be held by three men, a group of wanderers chewed on leaves, consuming these substances produced illusions of flight and fairy realms, drawing them away from reality and becoming highly addictive.

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As Fang Zhixing walked through, he was amazed.

Truthfully, he had seen similar scenes in other Restricted Areas.

However, the situation in the Fourth Level Restricted Area was far worse than the other areas he had visited, seemingly decayed to a rotten state.

Disregarding that, Fang Zhixing smoothly inquired and found out that the most luxurious inn within the camp was called "Bright Moon Inn."

He enjoyed his life now, always staying in the best inns wherever he went.

Soon, he found the Bright Moon Inn and checked into a luxurious suite.

The night quickly passed.

The next day, Fang Zhixing wandered around the camp looking for an experienced guide.

In the Wind Thunder Restricted Zone, talented individuals abounded, and guides were numerous.

Fang Zhixing took his time selecting one, and by mid-morning, he had chosen an experienced middle-aged woman, known in Jianghu as "Green Peony."

The woman was not only articulate and poised but also had a voluptuous figure.

With her company, the journey would definitely not be dull.

More importantly, Green Peony had once visited a habitat of the "Eight-Clawed Tian Luo Spider."

She was one of the few who had personally seen a Mid-Stage Third Level Eight-Clawed Tian Luo Spider.

As for strength, Green Peony was considerable, at the Mid Stage of the Great Python Realm.

The two quickly agreed on a price and set the departure time for early the next morning.

Evening came in a flash.

Fang Zhixing, having nothing better to do, heard that there was a street known for its nightlife within the camp, brimming with beautiful women—the perfect place for spending and reveling.

The most famous among them was the "Huancai Pavilion."

Fang Zhixing, intrigued, strolled down the street and found it lined with brothels, all adorned with red and green lanterns.

He did not delay and went straight to Huancai Pavilion, where he was warmly welcomed by the madam into the hall.

For a moment, he felt as if he were stepping back into Hanxiang Building.

"I heard that you have a famous Oiran here, quite a beauty; what’s her name?" Fang Zhixing asked with a smile, hands behind his back.

The madam laughed heartily, "Young Master, our Oiran named ’Shan Dai’ is not just any beauty. Some have praised her as ’A beauty that overshadows ancient and modern times, making lotuses shy and jade faces blush’."

Fang Zhixing immediately expressed interest, "Is she available tonight?"

The madam rubbed her fingers and smiled slyly, "Whether Shan Dai is available depends on how much genuine affection you show her."

Understanding this, Fang Zhixing headed upstairs and entered Shan Dai’s private room.

The room was divided into an inner and outer chamber by a curtain.

At this time, the outer chamber was filled with seven or eight men, all eagerly awaiting.

These men varied in age but each was dressed opulently and carried an air of distinction.

Some appeared to be martial artists, robust and strongly built.

Others seemed like young nobles, either carefree or rakishly inclined.

There were also those who looked like rich merchants, adorned with gold and jade, exuding wealth.

It was clear without guessing: they were all fans of Shan Dai, willing to spend lavishly for a night with her.

The madam beamed with a smile, "Gentlemen, please wait a moment; Shan Dai will soon come out to meet you all."

Fang Zhixing joined the others, with a slight smile, casually glancing at the other men.

Likewise, he was curiously scrutinized by the rest.

Before long, the madam brought in three more guests.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the three young men; they were well-built and charismatic, with decent-looking long swords at their waists, the scabbards embedded with many precious stones.