Reconnaissance

Leon was surprised at the wider variety that could be found within the richer part of the Entertainment District. Then again it was actually understandable since rarely would anyone but those with a higher status would spend money on such places. It wasn't that the establishments were more expensive, but that those that found joy from them were those who were raised with a higher education.

They were taught from a young age how to see the deeper meaning in the fine arts while those beneath them were busy being taught how to make a living. However, that didn't mean that those who weren't as well off were to be pitied, in fact it should be admired how they can find entertainment from the simple things in life.

Even if Leon hadn't been supplied with all of the more popular places in the city where the Heavens' Chosen might visit, he at least knew of the different landmarks that he could center his tour on. Just as the quality of the area around the Phoenix Cry Pavilion had shot up a level, it would be similar for these other popular attractions.

"Alright Boss, where are we going then?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. It's just going to be me and my servant. You all can do whatever you want as long as you don't bother me. If you really want to do something then just go check on the old hangout spots or find new ones. Just ignore the places that Blaine took over."

A few of them wanted to argue against his words, not wanting him to travel alone, but then they remembered that outside the room was that scary old man. Even they were starting to wonder about the identity of the monster that even other cultivators from the Major Clans didn't dare to offend. Just those guards were equal to the elders of their Clans, but here was someone that even they feared. They even wondered if he alone was capable of wiping out their Clans. The Major Clans were truly terrifying if just the guard of the Boss had such strength, but why didn't Blaine have a guard with such strength but those two instead? Their status in their respective Clans were pretty equal, even their reputation was similar.

Leon said his goodbyes and walked out the Brothel while his shadow moved back into his position as they continued on with their tour of the Entertainment District. Except this time he actually had some awareness of the layout for the district compared to the Business District. Speaking of which he still needed to do a more in depth tour of the Business District, his main target to visit was the Auction house that had been mentioned before. For some reason he had a feeling that such a place would introduce an important element into his task of dealing with the Heavens' Chosen.

Leon headed over to the closest landmark from the Seductive Pearl, the Theatre. Leon guessed that the Theatre was set up in such a place due to it being in the vicinity of the impoverished part of the District. While the other venues might have been more targeted towards the affluent populace of the city, the theatrical plays were something that everyone could enjoy regardless of their upbringing.

If Leon were to enter he would see that most of the audience were of commoner backgrounds. Obviously, the VIPs would have their own viewing section. A place where both the Rich and Poor mix was a place that struck Leon as a location where he could have an opportunity to run into the Heavens' Chosen.

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The system, that had been quiet for the past few days to allow Leon to focus upon his preparation, couldn't help but be dumbstruck at its host's workaholic tendencies. Even when visiting such marvels that would be special in his own world, its host was more focused on how he could use the place to his advantage. Part of it approved of how serious he was taking the whole matter, but it also couldn't help but find him to be ridiculous. Was this truly the normal thought process of a Human?

Leon took in all the establishments that had been set up around the

Theatre as he made his way towards his destination. Just like with the Phoenix Cry Pavilion, the quality of the streets improved along with the buildings. He made a mental note every time he passed by someplace that was crowded with customers. Maybe due to the amount of commoners that also visit the Theatre, Leon ended up seeing more of them roaming around when compared to the Pavilion.

This area was marked by Leon as a prime place for him to start a conflict with the chosen. With its mix of Rich and Poor anything that happens here would be sure to spread to all parts of the city. With how much a person's reputation matters to them in this world, Leon was confident that it was a weakness that he could effectively exploit. He had to make sure that the Chosen wouldn't just skip town if they were to be targeted by someone from a Major Clan. Leon was really hoping that the talent that they had been given had gotten to their head and made them too arrogant for their own good.

After he arrived at his destination he couldn't help but be brought out of his workaholic mode as he was amazed by the sight of the gargantuan Theatre before him. While his own world had such places scattered across the world as historic sights, Leon had never gone to visit such places. He had always been too busy with work to go out and enjoy his vacation days. Out of curiosity he went and looked at the signs displaying what the current play was. He saw the name of the play on the sign, The Farmer and The Goddess, along with a small description of it.

The sign described the play to be about a Goddess who was cast out from the immortal world while covered in injuries, and it was the field of the farmer that she landed in. Leon couldn't help but be curious if the play was pure fiction or if it had ties to a legend or folklore of this world. If he had time after dealing with this Heavens' Chosen Leon decided to set some time aside to look into such legends, if this was one of them.

The second closest place to the border of the two aspects of the Entertainment District was the Arena. As he made his way over he couldn't help but note that this place might have been even more popular than the Theatre. It was something that he had expected though. While the Theatre was something that certain types of people from all parts of the city might enjoy, the Arena was something that embodied a facet of this world to its very core.

With a world that celebrated martial strength more than anything else, those who fought in the Arena were idolized. While those that stood at the top, they were treated even better than the celebrities of his world. One of the things that made the Arena special was that it was one of the places where someone could completely turn their life around.

Any commoner with confidence in their strength would try their hand at the arena. Killing your opponent was banned in the Arena, so there was no worry in that department, and if you won your whole life would be altered. However, while killing might have been banned for normal fights, the Arena also had legal Death Matches that allowed people who had an irreconcilable conflict between them to fight to the death.

If you had a good record in the Arena then you might even get hired by one of the Clans in the city to become a guard. If you were young enough you might even get the attention of one of the Sects, even if it wasn't recruitment season yet. The Arena could even be called the heart of the city. What threw Leon off though was that the buildings around him shifted from the usual entertainment establishments to shops tied to combat. He even had the thought that he had somehow made his way back into the Business District.

He could see many people who looked like martial artists perusing through the wares of the different shops and stalls as he made his way towards the Arena. It was not only the shops and people that changed though, the air itself had a different feel to it. If Leon were more knowledgeable about combat then he would know that the feeling he had was due to the mixing of the fighting spirit and bloodlust of all the martial artists. While he didn't know how to describe the feeling, he did know that it kept him on edge and even made his heart race.

There was only one word that could be used to describe the environment around the Arena, Intense.