Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

"Even after his death, King Xian could not let go of the Muchen Pearl, so he put it in his mouth as a burial item."

"Now that you have the Muchen Pearl, it means you've already been through the tomb of King Xian, right?"

After Wu Yutian finished telling the whole legend, he carefully returned the Muchen Pearl to Shirley Yang.

"Where did you get so much information?" Shirley Yang exclaimed in amazement. "My grandfather, Partridge Whistle, spent his entire life searching for the Muchen Pearl and learned a lot about the legends, but none as complete as yours. And the direction was even different."

“That’s not surprising,” Wu Yutian explained. “Although our Mountain Moving Clan’s leader, Partridge Whistle, is a peerless martial artist, like other Mountain Moving Taoists, he doesn’t understand feng shui and astrology. He couldn’t find Blackwater City, which has clues to the Muchen Pearl, on his own.”

"This information was also told to me by my mother, Miao Cuicui, who is also a distant niece of Zhegushao."

Just as Wu Yutian got to this point, Fatty Wang interrupted.

"No wonder Staff Officer Yang was so friendly with Brother Tian. So you're related. Are you cousins ​​or maternal cousins?"

"Nonsense." Hu Bayi was also delighted. "One's surname is Yang and the other's is Wu, they must be cousins!"

The closer Wu Yutian and Shirley Yang are in terms of blood relation, the less likely they are to become lovers, according to scientific principles.

This eliminates a competitor.

“Whether we’re cousins ​​or not, we’re definitely not blood relatives within three generations,” Shirley Yang said firmly. “I can recite the genealogy of all our family members within three generations, and there’s no aunt named Miao Cuicui.”

"You two, stop interrupting and let them finish speaking!" After scolding the fat man, Shirley Yang turned to Wu Yutian, "Brother Tian, ​​ignore them and tell me more about what happened next. Let me see if it's the same as what my father taught me."

It turns out that Shirley Yang still had some doubts about Wu Yutian's identity, and she used this opportunity to test him.

Chapter 39: The young man saves the divinely gifted singer

“That’s right.” Wu Yutian paused and said, “Partridge Whistle found clues about the Muchen Pearl in the murals of the Xiangxi Corpse King’s Tomb in Ping Mountain, which pointed to the Blackwater City of Western Xia.”

"After thousands of years of searching, there is finally a clue. Partridge Whistle is eager to rush to Blackwater City to obtain the Muchen Pearl. However, Blackwater City is already under the yellow sand, and the Mountain Moving Taoists, who do not understand feng shui and astrology, will not be able to find it."

As he spoke, Wu Yutian fiddled with his Tomb Raider's Ring, signifying that he now possessed the advantage of being an agent of the Tomb Raider lineage, unlike Partridge Whistle. His abilities in intelligence gathering and geomancy/astrology-based site location had both significantly improved.

"Fortunately, Hu Guohua guided Elder Chen, a veteran of the Tomb Raiders, on behalf of Partridge Whistle."

"Liao Chen, feeling the pain of the Zaglama tribe's misfortune, hung up the Tomb Raider Talisman again and went to Blackwater City with Partridge Whistle."

"However, unfortunately, this time the tomb raiders and the mountain-moving Taoists have suffered a setback."

"Liao Chen died, Partridge Whistle lost an arm, and the so-called Muchen Pearl in the deepest part of the Western Xia treasure cave was nothing more than a piece of dragon bone celestial book."

At this point, he glanced at Shirley Yang, Hu Bayi, and the others.

They happened to be a team of Mountain Moving Taoists and Tomb Raiders, but their strength was far inferior to that of Partridge Whistle, the leader of the Mountain Moving team, and Elder Chen of the Mountain Moving Taoist team back then.

Hearing this, Hu Bayi hung his head, feeling as if Wu Yutian had seen right through him.

“If we had met you sooner, we might have avoided a lot of detours,” Shirley Yang exclaimed. “We also risked our lives in Blackwater City to obtain this Dragon Bone Scripture. And thanks to Professor Sun’s deciphering, we obtained the information about the two characters ‘Dian’ and ‘Xian’.”

"That's not necessarily true. Now that you've obtained clues about Blackwater City, you'll definitely investigate. If we meet then, you might not believe me."

There was actually a reason behind Wu Yutian's statement. His system awakening was a recent event, and if he had encountered Hu Bayi and Wang Pangzi a few months ago, even if he knew some of the plot, he would have been completely outmatched by Hu Bayi in terms of strength.

In that case, you'd be nothing more than a source of clues, with no real say whatsoever.

"Shouldn't the Heavenly Singer have arrived by now?" Hu Bayi stood up and looked out the window.

Just then, a familiar figure helped an old man walk in through the light snow.

"What's going on?" Hu Bayi opened the door and went to greet him.

Wu Yutian followed. Although he didn't know the old man, he was already familiar with the figure carrying the Black Gold Ancient Sword.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Let's help him inside to rest first, and see if there are any herbs to heal his wounds." The young man didn't explain much, handed the old man over to Hu Bayi, and asked Hu Bayi to take the old man into the house. Only then did he explain his origins to Wu Yutian.

"I was rescued by your third brother, Wu Sansheng, from a place called Golmud Sanatorium half a year ago," the young man explained. "He asked me to protect you secretly and assist you in completing your next tomb raiding mission."

"Oh, what kind of reward do you need?" Wu Yutian thought that since he was a general who came to help, he couldn't let him risk his efforts for nothing.

"No need this time," the young man waved his hand. "Consider it my way of repaying Third Master for rescuing me."

“Alright.” Wu Yutian nodded. “I think what you want most right now is to regain your lost memories, right?”

"Hmm." The young man didn't deny it, but he didn't expect Wu Yutian to be able to see through his thoughts. "Could you help me?"

"I can help in a little bit. Our Wu family and your Zhang family have always had a long-standing relationship. I will try my best to help you regain your memories."

"Then I'll have to trouble you." The young man bowed sincerely, making Wu Yutian feel quite embarrassed.

That cold and aloof man was like a recent college graduate to him.

It was probably after living like this for over twenty years and recovering some of his lost memories that he began to resemble the Silent One when he encountered his nephew Wu Xie and others.

After all, his system had just awakened, and the young man had only recently regained his freedom; the two were like fraternal brothers of the same age.

But when Wu Xie reappeared more than 20 years later, although the younger brother still looked young, he had become Wu Xie's elder in terms of mentality, and there was a generation gap when communicating with him.

So back then, the guy acted like a silent, withdrawn person.

"Let me introduce you. This young man is named Zhang Qilin. He was invited by our Wu family to help you. If you encounter monsters or traps, his Black Gold Ancient Sword is more powerful than an ordinary person's rifle."

After Wu Yufeng led the young man into the room, he introduced him to everyone.

“He looks very young, but he’s actually much older than us, at least several decades older, or even older. That’s why I call him Little Brother.”

“Zhang Qilin? The name sounds like… Zhang family Qilin, could it be Zhang Qiling?” Hu Bayi had heard of the Nine Gates family. “The name of each generation of the Zhang family’s patriarch.”

"Okay, you can just call me Little Brother, or Qilin." Zhang Qilin still prefers to use his nickname or the homophonic name that Third Master gave him.

The title of clan chief carries a heavy sense of responsibility.

"Okay, buddy, thanks for rescuing our contact on the road,"

The old man Hu Bayi was referring to was Ak, who had just been welcomed in.

Ak is the divinely inspired poet whom Hu Bayi met when he was a soldier in Kunlun.

He was hunched over, with the characteristic dark reddish-brown skin of people living in Tibet, and his hair was somewhat gray and messy; he was about fifty years old.

Ak looked at the young man with kind eyes and clasped his hands together again, saying, "Thank you, young benefactor, for saving this old man from the snow wolf's jaws!"

Chapter 40: Lighting Up Fairy Lake! Reward: Turtle Breathing Technique

It turned out that on his way to the destination, Ak encountered a blizzard and strayed off course, ending up in an ambush by snow wolves. Fortunately, the young man, who had been hiding in the shadows, intervened in time to save him, allowing him to escape.

"No need for such formalities, Master. I hope we can look after each other in the future," the young man replied politely.

Wu Yutian cast a gratified glance at him; it seemed that this young man had been well-mannered and learned by his third brother.

Ak is a lama with an iron rod, also known as Gegui in Tibetan.

This is a monastic title in the Tibetan Buddhist system, mainly responsible for managing the roster and discipline of monks in various monasteries or colleges, so it is also called the Inspector Monk or the Master of the Hall.

In fact, Gegui was a temple steward responsible for maintaining the monastic rules and regulations of the Sangha.

Because he often carried an iron staff with him when inspecting the monastic order, he was also called the Iron Staff Lama.

If it were just one or two snow wolves, Ak could handle it, which is why he dared to brave the snow and go up the mountain alone.

However, this time a pack of snow wolves appeared, and they moved with incredible speed. In addition, Ak was old and no longer had the strong physique of his youth. When fighting against the snow wolves, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Fortunately, the young man's black gold ancient sword was the nemesis of snow wolves. After killing two snow wolves in two moves, the wolf pack gradually retreated.

The old lama treated Ak's wounds and gave him a bowl of herbal soup.

Then the young novice monk prepared some more food for Ak and the young man.

The two had dinner here.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's rest for the night and set off early tomorrow morning to meet up with the others in Shiquanhe Town." Wu Yutian asked the old lama to arrange beds for everyone, and they would depart from here the next day.

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The next day.

Everyone got up early in the morning. It was the same Toyota Hiace minivan. Xiao Ge and Wu Yutian sat in the second row, Tiebang Lama Ake and Fatty sat in the third row, Hu Bayi continued to drive, and Shirley Yang was still in the passenger seat.

The exotic scenery along the way is breathtaking.

This also brought a sense of comfort to the people who had traveled a long way to get here.

After driving for half a day, the Toyota Hiace finally arrived at a small lake around noon.

Lakes on the plateau are also called "haizi".

The temperature was slightly higher at this time, the sun was shining brightly, and some green grass could be seen by the lake.

"We've arrived. Let's rest here for a while and then set off again after lunch," Hu Bayi said, getting off the bus first. "I used to come here often when I was a soldier. Even in winter, there are still some fish to catch in the lake."

After saying that, he assigned tasks to Fatty Wang: Fatty went to build a stove and gather firewood, while he and Shirley Yang went fishing by the lake.

"Iron Rod Lama, it's been a long time. Several years have passed since we last met," Hu Bayi said, casting his fishing rod.

“Yes, the days of praising the great King Gesar naturally pass quickly,” Ak said happily, looking at the clear sky in the distance.

King Gesar is a wise and sage in Tibetan legends.

The divinely appointed poet exists solely to sing his praises.

“I’d like to take a walk ahead,” Ak said, pointing to the open space in front of him. “Your arrival makes me feel as if I can hear the voice of King Gesar again, and it reminds me of some of his deeds. I want to sing and chant to the sky!”

"Ake, you just go ahead, we're not in a hurry." Hu Bayi nodded, watching Shirley Yang also enjoying the sunshine.

The divinely inspired singer Ak performed a Buddhist salute, then found a clean, large rock about twenty meters away and sat down cross-legged on it.