Chapter 622 - 370: A Frenzied Dance of Demons
"Brother Zhao?"
Zou Feng took a few steps forward, sidling up to Zhao Feixiong and lowering his voice.
Zhao Feixiong was already acting furtive and incredibly tense, and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound.
Fortunately, he turned and recognized Zou Feng in time, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Zou Feng found Zhao Feixiong’s behavior completely baffling.
He had assumed that the man had also discovered something amiss with this brothel and had come to investigate.
But apparently, that wasn’t the case at all...
"Junior Brother Zou, what are you doing here?" Zhao Feixiong asked. Even as he spoke to Zou Feng, his eyes darted about, as if trying to make sure no other acquaintances were nearby.
When he saw no one else he knew, his expression relaxed a bit more.
"What do you think I’m doing in a place like this?" Zou Feng replied tentatively, not revealing his true purpose for coming.
Just as he’d expected, Zhao Feixiong’s face broke into a knowing grin. He chuckled sheepishly. "Right, of course... Well, perfect! Let’s go in and have a look around together!"
That settled it for Zou Feng. The guy hadn’t discovered anything strange or come to investigate; he was just here for a good time.
As the two walked on side-by-side, Zou Feng finally couldn’t hold it in any longer. "Brother Zhao, you’re about to get married. Why do you still need to come to a place like..."
It wasn’t a huge deal, but Luo Zhenzhen was, after all, a princess of the Yu Long Lake Dragon Race. For her fiancé to be visiting a Demon Race brothel for fun with his wedding fast approaching...
If word got out, it would be a loss of face for both the Dragon Race and the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.
Zhao Feixiong knew he couldn’t just brush off the question. It was better to just tell the truth than to let Zou Feng’s imagination run wild.
"To be honest, I... I don’t have any experience with the Demon Race..." Zhao Feixiong said awkwardly.
Zou Feng was at a loss for words. ’So he has no experience. Does he really need to come here to grind for it?’
’It’s not like Luo Zhenzhen is some video game boss you have to grind mobs for before you can face her...’
"Er... But there’s no way this brothel has any women from the Dragon Race..." Zou Feng reminded him.
Zhao Feixiong laughed. "They’re all part of the Demon Race, aren’t they? There must be plenty of similarities. It’s not that different!"
"But Junior Brother Zou, you have to promise to keep this a secret for your big bro. Tonight, have all the fun you want. Everything’s on me."
At that, Zou Feng said no more.
To put it bluntly, the guy just wanted to have one last wild fling before getting married.
Then he would settle down for good and become a proper Dragon Knight.
Zou Feng had originally intended to warn Zhao Feixiong that this place was likely hiding numerous Tribulation Cultivators from the Yama Underworld and the Ninefold Celestial Court. But he had a feeling that if he warned him now, the already-excitable man would probably give them away, so he decided to keep his mouth shut.
’Besides, if I do find something and have to make a move, I probably won’t need Zhao Feixiong’s help anyway.’
’In fact, if Zhao Feixiong happened to obliterate a Poison Cultivator from the Yama Underworld, I’d be short one material for Refinement.’
’Still, for the Tribulation Cultivators to choose this as their hiding spot, it’s likely the enemies I’ll face won’t be limited to just an Impermanence or a Celestial General...’
Soon, Zou Feng and Zhao Feixiong stepped through the doors of the Hundred Demons Hundred Flavors, and an exotic fragrance immediately assaulted their senses.
This set it apart from the brothels of the Human Race. As expected of a Demon Race establishment, the scent was heavy.
It wasn’t a foul odor, but the fragrance was so overpowering it was still unpleasant.
Of course, for those with a taste for it, it was pure bliss—like Zhao Feixiong at this very moment.
After walking in, he actually took a deep breath, a look of pure enjoyment on his face.
Zou Feng watched Zhao Feixiong, slightly stunned. ’Looks like I can’t just label this guy a lolicon after all,’ he thought.
’He clearly has other hidden kinks, maybe even ones he hasn’t discovered himself.’
Of course, among the shapeshifted demon girls present, there were indeed some petite young things who would fit Zhao Feixiong’s tastes.
The Madam was an old fox demon, but her face remained youthful, exuding a foxy charm that spoke of at least two hundred years of cultivation.
Her eyes were incredibly sharp; she immediately recognized that Zou Feng and Zhao Feixiong were no ordinary patrons and hurried over to greet them.
Zou Feng was currently in a simple disguise, the sole purpose of which was to avoid being recognized as a disciple of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.
Not that it would have mattered if he were recognized; plenty of disciples from the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect stationed at the Celestial Hearing Tower were regulars here.
As for whether the Tribulation Cultivators had already seen through his disguise because of the mark on him...
Ever since being marked, Zou Feng had grown quite interested in the thing. He had spent time researching it and had even consulted Jiang Wanzhao about the matter via his Token.
Although he still hadn’t found a way to remove it, through experimentation, Zou Feng discovered that he could temporarily block the mark’s effects by Cultivating to transfer its side effects.
After all, every time he Cultivated to transfer the side effects, the feeling of being remotely locked onto by some unknown existence would temporarily vanish.
That was why Zou Feng had swaggered straight in, unafraid of beating the grass and startling the snake.
"Do you two seniors have a preferred species?"
The old fox was only at the Spiritual Energy Realm, so it was perfectly appropriate for her to address Zou Feng and Zhao Feixiong as seniors.
And as the Madam of a Demon Race brothel, she wouldn’t ask an unfamiliar customer if he had a favorite girl, but rather, what his favorite species was.
As she spoke, the old fox’s tail wagged so fast it looked like it was attached to a tiny electric motor.
Zhao Feixiong cleared his throat and said with a straight face, "I have a preference for the cute and petite type..."