Chapter 183 Giving Up One’s Life Is Da Ge’s Most Beautiful

A black line appeared on Old Wang's forehead as he forcibly straightened his head, acknowledging that dealing with this guy was definitely a mistake.

"What are the requirements for forging practice here?"

"Do you want to try it out? I can take you there. I know how to forge, inscribe runes, and brew potions. Before you came, I was the only disciple who had mastered the First Order Rune. Can we be friends?"

Old Wang pressed down on his head, "Be quiet for a moment. If you don't talk, I'll be your friend!"

Timols, hearing this, happily covered his mouth, his small eyes narrowing until they disappeared.

As soon as class ended, Old Wang slipped away. He had figured out the situation and could come back anytime. With this little chatterbox around, nothing could be done properly, and any slight breeze would spread like wildfire the next day.

Xue Zhiyu had some business to attend to, so Old Wang, as a part-time worker, had nothing to do for now. On the other hand, Xuecai looked delighted, having picked up a skilled person for just eight thousand coins. She was pleased, looking at Wang Feng as if he were her possession.

"Cough, cough, Xuecai, although I am handsome, I already have your sister. Don't covet me."

"Ah, spit! Dream on. Do you think everything is calm now? Let me tell you, this is the calm before the storm. Since you've taken action in the Wizard Academy, you're telling everyone they can challenge you. By the way, Senior Karida is an expert with swords. Are you a wizard? A fire wizard?"

Wang Feng rolled his eyes, why do you have so many questions, kid?

"Your sister is a wizard, and you're an archer. At least you're sisters; how can you be so different?"

"That's true." Xuecai was happy, chatting with Wang Feng without any reservations, not caring about her princess status, and not fearing her father's reprimand. She could say whatever she wanted and started asking Wang Feng about the outside world, thoroughly exploring every aspect of Aurora like a curious child.

"Is Asiba so cute? No, I think you're insulting someone. It's definitely not a nice word. Fat people are so cute," Xuecai teased Wang Feng.

Women's intuition is truly terrifying, Old Wang rubbed his nose.

"Is Lucky Heaven very beautiful? More beautiful than my sister? I don't believe it!"

"What do mermaids' feet look like? Are they the same as ours? I heard they are quite promiscuous..."

That was it, Old Wang did nothing all afternoon. Xuecai's curiosity rivaled that of the Guadel people. Although Ice Spirit was wealthy, its remote location and poor transportation meant that sea tribes and royal families rarely visited, let alone the Eight Tribes.

"You're not bad either. You've seen several beauties from the League of Blades. Who do you think is the most beautiful among your sister, Senior Karida, Lucky Heaven, Clara, and Su Mei'er?" Xuecai asked gently, her sharp little knife scratching the table.

Old Wang, who had been casual, suddenly shivered. This was a death sentence.

"Hmm, why aren't you included?" Wang Feng, being highly intelligent, knew that any girl cared about her appearance.

Sure enough, Xuecai smiled, "Then include me. Who is the most beautiful?"

"Sister Karida is the most beautiful."

"Wang Feng, you're asking for it! Watch out for my blade!"

Xuecai chased him, finally ending the conversation when she was called away by a maid. The unsatisfied Xuecai told Wang Feng to stay put.

Wang Feng agreed, but as soon as Xuecai left, he went out.

The world is so vast, of course, it needs to be explored!

He heard that the Winter Clan's liquor was incredibly potent, and he had to try it.

Old Wang closed the dormitory door, changed into casual clothes, grabbed a large amount of money 'borrowed' from Xue Zhiyu yesterday, and felt refreshed with money in his pocket.

Let's go!

Nighttime Ice Spirit City had an even fresher charm than during the day.

The city was built along the mountains, so the streets and alleys sloped downward. Though not densely constructed, they were irregular and lacked uniformity.

Houses of varying heights were haphazardly arranged on both sides of the streets, and numerous alleys were squeezed between these messy buildings.

From a high vantage point, the distant view was a misty white snowscape, while closer areas were dotted with colorful lights, which were soul crystals used for illumination. Most luxurious of all, Old Wang saw street lamps...

These were probably the only neat objects in Ice Spirit City, standing about five meters tall, entirely made of stone columns. They were placed every ten or so meters along the main roads, their lighting exceptionally bright and eye-catching, all using α2-grade soul crystals.

Old Wang estimated that there were thousands of these lamp posts throughout the city, each a large light spot, turning the originally misty city into a starry sky behind a white curtain.

"Money really makes one reckless..." Old Wang was somewhat moved, trying hard to pry one out. Damn, he didn't bring any tools, why are they embedded so tightly!

Yesterday, he had discussed with Xue Zhiyu that despite Ice Spirit Kingdom's lag in rune technology and systems, it had two major advantages: a huge soul crystal mine and a strong hunting tradition. The specialty, Snow Demons, were powerful beasts that could communicate with spirits and reproduced quickly, making them the most desired soul beasts for all ice-type soul beast masters in the League of Blades. Acquiring a litter of them could instantly make one a millionaire.

It seemed like a single-industry economy, but honestly, these two industries were highly profitable, making Ice Spirit Kingdom sufficiently wealthy, ranking among the top principalities in the League of Blades.

No wonder they could afford to light thousands of α2-grade soul crystal street lamps daily, a luxury that tempted one to commit crimes...

Suddenly, Old Wang stopped, casually stretching his waist. Someone was coming.

No wonder there were patrols riding snow boars everywhere. These weren't soul beasts but trained animals, mainly snow boars and snow wolves.

Snow boars were a specialty of Ice Spirit Kingdom, low-level demons resembling pigs with no significant soul power but robust and strong, with wide feet that allowed them to run fast in the snow and deliver powerful charges. They were the most common mounts in Ice Spirit Kingdom, and captains could own snow wolves, which were quite impressive.

A patrolling snow boar rider, noticing Old Wang's unfamiliar face, pulled on the reins and called out, "Hey, what are you doing? Where are you from?"

"A disciple of the Holy Sanctuary, just wondering whether to go to a bar, cough, cough." Old Wang showed his Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary badge.

Seeing he was a Holy Sanctuary disciple, the snow boar rider's expression softened, "Next month is the Snow Festival. The city is already preparing various celebrations. Don't wander into areas with banners."

Snow Festival? Wang Feng had heard about it from Xue Zhiyu yesterday. It was the grandest annual festival in Ice Spirit Kingdom.

Taking the opportunity, Wang Feng asked, "Brother, do you know where the liveliest bar in the city is?"

The snow boar rider gave a knowing look, smiling, "Hehe, a new Holy Sanctuary disciple, huh? The liveliest bar in Ice Spirit City is the Ice River Bar. There's plenty to eat and play. Kid, take it easy."

He pointed to a brightly lit spot on the left side of the mountain waist: "There it is. Just keep going, and you'll get there soon."

Ice River Bar.

Truly bustling bars are never those with flashy exteriors; this is probably due to the special nature of the business. The hidden underground noise gives people a sense of easier indulgence.

The Ice River Bar was also built underground. After paying two lireos for a so-called membership, one could enter.

Behind the dusty little door lay a narrow staircase. The small window on the left side let in some cold air, making the staircase feel chilly. After descending about ten meters, there was another copper door. As soon as it was pushed open, the clamor and warm heat inside surged out, instantly transporting one to a new world.

In sight was a spacious hall. Due to the terrain, the hall was divided into three tiers. The top tier, near the copper door, was about hundreds of square meters wide, with many screened booths offering a good view of the entire place and a bit of privacy.

The bottom tier was only a few dozen square meters, a circular area where various performances took place. At that moment, a group of Guadel people were performing—some riding unicycles while juggling balls, others walking tightropes with balancing poles. It was actually a troupe of acrobats...

The real center was in the middle tier, which was much larger, spanning over a thousand square meters. It had bright public tables and two bar counters. This tier was the most crowded.

Around these tables, people gathered, with a few tables engaged in card games, curling, or billiards, while more were involved in arm-wrestling contests, which were the most popular and lively.

With food, drinks, entertainment, and shows, Old Wang instantly felt like he had found his tribe. This was far more interesting than playing house with a little girl at the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary.

The lack of cigarettes was a bug, but there was still alcohol.

Old Wang didn't stay in the booth but ordered a bottle of Winter Burn on the second floor. This was a specialty of the Winter Clan. Even when taken straight from a large ice bucket, it had a strong, burning taste. Without being chilled, the burn would be even stronger. Compared to the Mad Warrior and sour beer he had grown accustomed to in the orc region, it tasted worse but had a much stronger kick. A few big gulps down, and he immediately felt invigorated.

Holding the bottle, he watched an arm-wrestling contest on the middle tier. A group of bare-chested, muscular men cheered and egged on the competitors, the noise deafening. Beside the table, long rows of glasses were set up, and the loser would drink until they vomited.

Next to them, things were even more intense, with a "slap contest" underway. Each person slapped once, and the one who fell or conceded lost. It was truly rough, and the atmosphere heated up instantly.

The Ice Spirit citizens were tough, and even the entertainment for the lower class was no exception. Such activities seemed more interesting to Old Wang than those in the orc bars on Changmao Street.

There was betting going on nearby. Old Wang watched for a while and played a few rounds. The most lively table for arm-wrestling clearly had a group working together, with winnings and losses based on odds. However, their acting was good, and with a few accomplices placing bets, others naturally lost more often than they won.

Old Wang found it amusing, ignoring the cheering and always betting on the underdog at the last moment, winning several times in a row.

"Brother, your eyes are sharp!" The man collecting bets patted Old Wang's shoulder, handed him a drink, and said with a smile, "I'll buy you a drink, let's be friends."

Old Wang laughed heartily, accepted the drink, and asked, "What's your name, brother?"

"Tamir, what about you, brother?" Tamir was probing. This guy looked like an outsider but acted confidently, suggesting he had some background. Moreover, he won with restraint, not worth taking risks.

"Wang Feng." Old Wang drank it all in one gulp. His appearance and style drew attention, but with his extensive experience, he adopted a seasoned attitude, instantly making others feel at ease.

"Haha, a straightforward man, enjoy yourself," Tamir said, no longer provoking. Damn, this guy was likely the one rumored to be involved with the princess, really bold to come here and play.

Since he had been identified, even if the other party didn't stop him, every bet was closely watched by several pairs of complex eyes, and Old Wang lost interest in the game.

He patted Tamir's shoulder, bought them a round, and Tamir was very enthusiastic, explaining many things to Old Wang. He chuckled and said, "After all, our Ice Spirit Kingdom has had several generations of queens ruling, different from your inlanders. I heard that bars in your inland areas have dancers, but we don't allow that here. If you want entertainment, you have to rely on your own skills. For example, look at that..."

Tamir casually pointed to a table on the side.

Unlike the testosterone-fueled atmosphere everywhere else, in that secluded corner, there was a scene of beauty...

Several young, pretty girls were gathered around a single table, their hands supporting their cheeks, faces flushed, and eyes filled with admiration as they watched the lone man on the stage showing off his charm. To make it easier to read next time, you can click the "Favorite" button below to save your reading progress for chapter 183, "Dying is Also Beautiful with Da Ge."

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