151: Get intelligence, first arrived at Jackdaw Tower

He entered the city.

Jiang Lan had already planned to find a place first to gather information.

If he were to rashly enter the demon territory, even if he could rely on his strength to kill indiscriminately, who knew if any accidents would occur?

Therefore, before entering the demon area, it was necessary to make thorough preparations.

Jiang Lan stopped on the street.

Upon arriving at Lingtian City, the architectural style within the city had, on the contrary, reverted quite a bit, becoming closer to the style of Yan Country and Wu Country.

However, the buildings in this place had a greater sense of murderous Aura.

Jiang Lan didn't understand why a building made of a pile of wood and stone would have a murderous Aura, but that was his feeling.

Moreover, every single passerby on the street was basically a Martial Artist.

Even the person selling wontons at a roadside stall was at the Skin Refinement Realm.

It could only be said that it was indeed the border; as expected, the folk customs were fierce.

If these common people were in Yan Country, how could there still be any demons? It was probably that as soon as a demon dared to show its head, it would be instantly killed.

However, immediately after, Jiang Lan felt a little confused.

Although entering the Martial Dao Realm was not too difficult, it still had a threshold.

Since there was a threshold, it was destined that not everyone could become a Martial Artist.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many common people.

But Lingtian City seemed completely different.

Even the street vendors selling wontons were at the Skin Refinement Realm, which proved that there should be no ordinary people in this place.

If there were ordinary people, then such a profession, which could barely support a family, would never fall to a Martial Artist.

While observing the passersby, Jiang Lan continued to walk deeper into the city.

It was fine to have questions; he would know everything once he found a place that could provide information later.

But now, there was still one more problem facing Jiang Lan.

That was, where could he find a place that provided information?

He couldn't just randomly grab someone on the street and ask, could he?

"Have you heard? Cold Crow Pavilion has released a new bounty. Iron Hand, who knows who he offended, had his name put up, and he probably won't live for two more days."

"That's terrible. Cold Crow Pavilion has never failed, so Iron Hand is going to be unlucky."

"Forget it, he wasn't a good person normally anyway. Many people were bullied by him, so the one who put up the bounty is also doing justice for the people."

Listening to the conversation of two people in the distance on the street, Jiang Lan's eyes lit up.

Cold Crow Pavilion.

Yao Banxian had mentioned this name to him before.

Within this Chihong Province, there were three largest organizations in total.

They were Zhenwu Pavilion, Miao Fa Pavilion, and Cold Crow Pavilion.

Among them, Zhenwu Pavilion was basically all Martial Artists.

And Miao Fa Pavilion was all Taoist Priests.

However, the number of Taoist Priests was much rarer compared to Martial Artists, so they were rarely seen outside.

As for the last one, Cold Crow Pavilion, it was an assassin organization.

The kind that could do anything as long as money was given.

Although Jiang Lan had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

As an assassin organization, it would definitely also provide some intelligence information as a side job.

If they only killed people, how difficult would it be to earn money?

How could it be as simple as just moving their lips to provide information to people?

Jiang Lan made up his mind to go to Cold Crow Pavilion first.

Thinking this, he walked over to the two people who were just chatting.

"Excuse me, may I ask, how do I get to Cold Crow Pavilion?"

One of them was startled first, then pointed casually:

"Walk three li forward, turn left at an intersection, then turn right, and that's a Cold Crow Pavilion branch."

"Thank you."

"But brother, you're going to Cold Crow Pavilion..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man looked up again and found that Jiang Lan had already disappeared.

"Huh? Am I seeing a ghost?" He said, patting the person next to him, "Someone just asked me for directions, did you see him?"

That person had a hint of a smile in his eyes, but his expression was very surprised.

"Asking for directions? Who asked you for directions? Brother, we haven't even started drinking yet, don't scare me."

"Holy crap, I really am seeing a ghost!"

...On the other side, Jiang Lan stopped and looked up.

In front of him was a magnificent five-story building, with flying eaves and arched dougong brackets, extraordinarily grand, and two huge stone lions stood in front of the gate.

A plaque hung above, with three large characters written in a vigorous, artistic style: 'Cold Crow Pavilion'.

Jiang Lan was a little surprised.

The assassin organizations in other novels were all afraid of being known by others, either hiding in taverns or in civilian houses. How did it come to this Cold Crow Pavilion, which was so blatant, as if it was afraid people wouldn't know what it did?

However, Jiang Lan was only surprised for a moment.

There was really no need to dwell on such a question.

He took a step and walked into Cold Crow Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the door, a beautiful young woman in a plain dress came forward to greet him.

"Young Master, is this your first time at our Cold Crow Pavilion?"

Jiang Lan glanced at the woman in front of him.

Bone Refinement.

Indeed, one still couldn't judge a book by its cover.

This young lady looked delicate and weak, but she was actually a Bone Refinement Martial Artist.

Hiding the emotion in his eyes, Jiang Lan nodded, not beating around the bush, and said directly:

"It is indeed my first time. I want to ask, can you provide information here?"

"Naturally, we can." The woman chuckled, "As long as you have silver, there's nothing our Cold Crow Pavilion doesn't know."

That was quite a boast.

"How much silver?"

The smile on the woman's face did not diminish.

"Look at what you're saying. I need to know what you want to ask before I can tell you how much silver. Different questions naturally have different prices."

Jiang Lan also smiled.

It was quite professional.

But it was good to be professional; the more professional, the more at ease he felt.

"I have quite a few questions."

"Then let's go, I'll take you upstairs."

The woman in the plain dress said, then turned to lead the way for Jiang Lan.

At this moment, Jiang Lan had the presence of mind to observe the interior of Cold Crow Pavilion.

The first floor had many tables and chairs, and some people were even eating, almost no different from an ordinary tavern or Inn, except that the decor was much more luxurious.

Following the footsteps of the woman in the plain dress, Jiang Lan went up to the second floor.

Relatively speaking, the second floor was much quieter.

It was like the guest rooms of an Inn, with many rooms partitioned off.

Looking at it this way, Cold Crow Pavilion didn't seem like an assassin organization; instead, it resembled a large Inn.

However, this woman in the plain dress had instantly discerned that it was his first time here.

Not everyone possessed such keen eyesight.

Arriving at a door, the woman in the plain dress pushed it open and entered.

Jiang Lan followed closely behind.

Inside was an antique room, with a tea table and two meditation cushions.

Behind the tea table, against the wall, were several rows of huge bookshelves, neatly filled with many books.

Sitting on the meditation cushion behind the table, the woman did not speak directly but first lit the incense burner and then brewed a pot of tea.

After everything was done, the woman in the plain dress handed a cup of tea to Jiang Lan, then softly said:

"May I ask, Young Master, what would you like to inquire about?"