Jianghu

Boyang County, Gold Wind Fine Rain Tower.

This was a renowned intelligence organization in the martial world, famous for its well-informed network. It had branches in every county, but the location of its main tower had always remained a mystery.

Rumor had it that the tower was not only guarded by one of the Top Ten Experts under heaven, but also supported by several prestigious sects and Martial Arts Holy Lands. Otherwise, it could never have grown to its present scale.

The Gold Wind Fine Rain Tower had its own system of ranks. The most ordinary towers had three stories, while county branches had seven. The fabled main tower, however, was unique, with nine stories.

At that moment, Fang Yuan had just stepped into the seven-story Gold Wind Fine Rain Tower in the county seat.

It was midday, and the tower was bustling with people. Many were wealthy martial heroes, casually tossing out gold as they pleased.

The Gold Wind Fine Rain Tower was not just an intelligence center; it was more like a vast commercial city. It also ran restaurants, teahouses, gambling dens, and all sorts of other businesses. It was the liveliest, noisiest place in the county seat.

Even though it had only seven stories, it was still dazzlingly opulent and extravagantly luxurious.

The first three floors were open to ordinary people. The upper four could only be entered by renowned martial artists. They held every kind of shop imaginable, offering everything from weapons and spirit medicines to intelligence and information. They could even hire out experts. There was nothing the Gold Wind Fine Rain Tower could not arrange.

Fang Yuan was dressed simply in a warrior uniform, and the Blood Drinking Blade on his back was wrapped in white cloth, making it look like a wooden bar.