"Brother Zhang, have you learned a new technique? We've never seen this before."
Shirley Yang spoke first.
There was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Zhang Tian nodded slightly.
"Yes, I've learned a new one. I disappeared for a few months before, right? That's when I was cultivating this technique."
Zhang Tian said directly, without any concealment.
At the same time, he took out the peach wood sword.
"Try it, see if you can cultivate it."
Zhang Tian said. Since they had come this far, Zhang Tian decided not to hide anything.
Looking at the peach wood sword, both of them shook their heads.
"Brother Zhang, we were just asking. We don't have any intention of learning it."
Shirley Yang quickly said, fearing Zhang Tian might misunderstand.
Zhang Tian waved his hand.
"It's fine. This technique probably isn't something everyone can learn. If you could, it would indeed add some strength to the team."
As Zhang Tian spoke, Shirley Yang hesitated for a moment before taking the peach wood sword.
As before, she sent her consciousness into the peach wood sword, but Shirley Yang saw nothing.
Not even a shadow of a technique, only the words "Shang Qing Shen Lei Jue" appearing in her mind.
"Hmm? This..."
Shirley Yang was stunned. It seemed Zhang Tian was right; this thing wasn't for everyone.
"Hu, you take a look."
Shirley Yang handed the peach wood sword to Hu Bayi.
Hu Bayi also looked at it.
But like Shirley Yang, he could only see a few words.
He couldn't see the content.
"Sect Master, it seems your technique can only be cultivated by you alone."
"It must be no simple matter. Our confidence for this trip to Tibet has increased."
Hu Bayi's hoarse voice came as he handed the peach wood sword back to Zhang Tian.
He felt a little admiration in his heart. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have been so open about showing such an item to others.
Zhang Tian frowned.
Logically speaking, Hu Bayi's aptitude wasn't bad either. Why couldn't he see the content?
What was going wrong?
As Zhang Tian pondered, he suddenly thought of the Three Pure Ones statues at Maoshan.
Perhaps it wasn't that they couldn't see it, but that they weren't looking in the right place!
"Well, this time when we go to Tibet, everyone should prepare more thoroughly."
"Just in case."
Although Zhang Tian was confident in his own strength, he wouldn't be careless.
"We've already prepared several months' worth of food, along with cotton clothes and such. It should be enough."
Shirley Yang said from the side.
Zhang Tian nodded. As long as it was enough, that was fine. What he feared most was not having enough when the time came.
"Wake up Fatty, let's discuss the details of our trip to Tibet."
Zhang Tian said, walking towards a small stone bench nearby.
Hu Bayi went to Fatty and found a ladle, scooped up some water, and poured it onto Fatty's face. Almost instantly, Fatty woke up.
"Damn it, Old Hu, you want to freeze Fatty! I was just dreaming that the boss was getting married and was about to see the bride."
Fatty muttered to himself.
"Stop daydreaming. Let's discuss the details of going to Tibet."
Hu Bayi gave Fatty a look.
The boss getting married. Fatty could actually dream that up; it was quite audacious.
"Oh, speaking of which, when is the boss getting married?"
Fatty hadn't forgotten his dream.
"I don't know. Hurry up and come over."
Hu Bayi pulled Fatty towards the stone bench.
Sitting on the stone bench, Fatty was still a little groggy.
"When we go to Tibet, we'll need to learn the local language."
"Although we're all in the same country, the languages are a bit different."
Zhang Tian said softly. Tibetan wasn't actually difficult to learn.
Of course, this was only true for Zhang Tian.
"Yes, it should take about a day to complete."
Shirley Yang said from the side.
Hu Bayi also nodded. Neither of them was foolish; learning a language wasn't difficult.
Fatty, however, looked dejected.
"Boss, do you want to hear what you're saying? For Fatty to learn a language in a day would be like a donkey cart in a horse race. It's impossible."
Fatty looked depressed.
"Um, Fatty, it's actually best if you don't learn. That way, they won't hear your chatter, and it'll be less trouble."
Zhang Tian winked at Fatty.
If this guy couldn't communicate with the locals, wouldn't that be a relief?
"Hey? Boss, what do you mean by that!"
"Fatty feels like he's got this. Learning a language? That's like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts, a piece of cake!"
Fatty heard this and couldn't stand it. He immediately spoke with full confidence.
Zhang Tian took a breath. This guy's self-confidence was indeed remarkable.
"Let's leave the language matter at that. This time, we're not primarily going to rob tombs, but to find the Qilin's memory."
Zhang Tian said softly.
Everyone else nodded in unison.
"Besides the Qilin's memory, Old Hu, we also need to find the remains of your brother."
Zhang Tian said softly.
"Okay."
Hu Bayi only said a word, but his heart was already surging with emotion.
Zhang Qilin was sitting to the side. When he heard Zhang Tian was going to find his memory for him, he darted over with a flash.
Even though he didn't join the group, he was still eavesdropping with his small ears as usual.
He memorized every word Zhang Tian said.
"I'm not sure of the exact location yet, but it's likely in the snow mountains. We'll know when we get there."
Zhang Tian said, looking at Fatty.
At this moment, Fatty seemed to be in a daze.
"Boss, Fatty has no objections!"
Fatty spoke up immediately upon seeing this.
"Alright, everyone prepare yourselves. I'm going to cast a divination. We'll depart tomorrow morning."
Zhang Tian waved his hand, and the meeting concluded.
Everyone began to head back, using their short time to start learning the language of Tibet.
This era wasn't like decades later. Tibet wasn't a tourist hotspot at this time.
Therefore, communication was as difficult as it was in Xinjiang.
Zhang Qilin watched everyone leave and then followed them into the room.
He also wanted to learn the language so as not to hold back Zhang Tian and the others.
In reality, it didn't matter if he learned it or not. He wouldn't be able to say much in conversation anyway.
Let alone communicate with the locals.
Back in the room, Zhang Tian took out his compass.
Since his return, Zhang Tian had been wholeheartedly focused on cultivating other things, neglecting Qimen Dunjia.
Zhang Tian had originally planned to spend a year in Beili to finish cultivating Qimen Dunjia.
However, unforeseen circumstances had arisen, and there was nothing he could do.
Looking at the compass.
Zhang Tian began to wave his hands, and the needle of the compass started to spin.
In a short while, the needle seemed to be about to stop.
But just as the needle was about to settle on Kang Jin Long, suddenly, the compass was drawn by some force and began to shake violently.
The compass had already shown some cracks the last time he used it for divination.
And this time, being pulled by a strange force, Zhang Tian found that the compass seemed unable to withstand it.
As the cracks grew larger.
The compass suddenly let out a crisp ringing sound.
"Crack!"
Under Zhang Tian's gaze, the compass shattered into two halves.
Zhang Tian was stunned.
He stared at the compass in his hands.
He swallowed.
This was telling him not to proceed!