A beautiful misunderstanding thus arose.
However, although Zi Lingling said this to herself, she still smiled and said, "To court death… how could that be? My Zi Lingling's life is extremely precious!"
The temperature of Ye Lingyuan's body began to drop.
How could that be?
On the Ghost Altar, nothing was impossible!
Precious life?
Does being precious mean one shouldn't cherish it?
Ye Lingyuan was furious!
The person he held dearest was being so irresponsible to him; it was no wonder he was angry.
As for Zi Lingling?
Seeing Ye Lingyuan's face turn icy cold again, she instantly felt indignant.
It was just a slip of the tongue, was he going to hold onto it forever?
Besides, she had already coaxed and explained, what else did he want?
Moreover, she had always been the one to be appeased, when had she ever lowered herself to coax someone?
Hmph! If he wanted to be angry, let him be angry!
This lady was going to challenge the trials, and she couldn't be bothered with him.
Thinking this, Zi Lingling angrily said to the Altar Spirit, "Hurry and start the ninth trial, I want to challenge it!"
The Altar Spirit's expression was peculiar. What did this couple's quarrel have to do with it? And it was taking out its anger on the spirit!
However, out of duty, and of course, the most crucial reason, it couldn't afford to offend the one within Zi Lingling's body.
Therefore, it could only patiently say, "Are you sure?"
Zi Lingling glanced at a certain person and said impatiently, "Are you going through menopause? Why are you being so long-winded and hesitant about starting a trial?"
The Altar Spirit's lips twitched.
This young lady wasn't old, but she had quite a temper.
But could it argue back?
Of course not!
Angering that god of war was no laughing matter.
However, what was this "menopause" thing?
Though it was puzzled, it dared not ask!
"Since that is the case, this spirit shall immediately commence the eighth…"
"Yi Qi Whip!"
Before the Altar Spirit could finish its words, it heard Ye Lingyuan's threatening voice.
Thus, the last word, "trial," got stuck in its throat, unable to go up or down.
Damn it!
The Altar Spirit was about to cry.
One wanted it to start the trial, the other threatened it; should it start, or not?
If it started, the Mad God's Yi Qi Whip was truly unbearable.
If it didn't start, what if it angered the god of war Feng Liqi, who might even dismantle the Ghost Altar.
Truly, gods fighting, mortals suffer!
No, it was a couple fighting, and it, the Altar Spirit, was suffering!
"Spirit" life is sorrowful! "Spirit" life is sorrowful!
What to do?
The Altar Spirit's gaze swept between Zi Lingling and Ye Lingyuan, but ultimately, it did not proceed to open the trial.
Ye Lingyuan glared at the Altar Spirit, then took a deep breath and approached Zi Lingling.
He took Zi Lingling's hand, placed it on his chest, and said with a cold expression, "Here, you are the most important!"
What was going on?
Zi Lingling was stunned.
What act was this?
But when she felt the beating heart in her palm, her annoyance vanished.
A blush quickly spread across her face, and her heart began to race.
"Ye… Ye Lingyuan, you… what… what are you doing!"
By the end, Zi Lingling's voice was barely audible.
But Ye Lingyuan was a cultivator; no matter how low her voice, it could not escape his ears.
He smiled charmingly and said, "Ling'er, are you being foolish again? This king is naturally expressing my feelings for you."
Expressing his feelings?
Zi Lingling's face turned even redder.
But she thought to herself, "Even if you want to express your feelings, couldn't you pick a better time than this?"
Even she didn't realize that she wasn't complaining about Ye Lingyuan confessing to her, but rather that he was doing it at the wrong time.
Therefore, she had feelings for Ye Lingyuan, and not just "friendly" ones.
"So, Ling'er, the only person this king has ever wanted to protect is you. As for the Tianqi Kingdom, without this king, it will still be Tianqi."
Warm breath caressed Zi Lingling's face, filling her heart with a feeling called happiness.
"And then?"
Zi Lingling asked, lowering her head with a blush.
"Then, since we both want to challenge the tenth trial ourselves, this king will accompany you to challenge it together…"
He paused and added, "We'll challenge the ninth trial together, and the tenth trial together. If we succeed, we'll leave together; if we fail, we'll dismantle this wretched altar together, alright?"
Zi Lingling, as if possessed, nodded and said, "What if we can't get out?"
" Sharing life and death, wouldn't that be perfect?"
Ye Lingyuan's voice was mesmerizing, making Zi Lingling feel a tingling sensation.
She nodded and said, "Okay!"
Then…
The Altar Spirit, still in a daze, heard two sharp voices.
"Hurry and start the ninth trial!"
"We are in a great hurry!"
The Altar Spirit shuddered and said repeatedly, "Good, good, good! Right away, right away!"
"The ninth trial has commenced. Challengers will enter in three breaths."
Ye Lingyuan tightly clasped Zi Lingling's hand and vanished from the altar.
The place they appeared was very dim, with only the bright moon in the sky trying its best to emit its light.
Cold!
This was their first sensation.
This cold was not the chill of low temperature, but rather a bone-chilling, eerie cold.
Zi Lingling frowned and said, "Where is this place? Why is it so gloomy?"
Ye Lingyuan squeezed her hand and said, "I don't know, but with such heavy yin energy, it's not suitable for humans to live here."
Zi Lingling nodded and said, "Yes, this feeling… it's like…"
"Dead people!"
Ye Lingyuan uttered the two words lightly.
Zi Lingling agreed, "Exactly, it's like many dead people gathered together."
"Mmm!"
Ye Lingyuan responded faintly, and the hand holding Zi Lingling's suddenly moved to her waist, asking, "Are you scared?"
Scared?
Did the dictionary of this Ghost Hand Poison Doctor contain such a word?
Zi Lingling shook her head and said, "Scared? They should be the ones who are scared of me!"
As for the "scoundrel's paw" on her waist, she naturally… pinched it hard.
Ye Lingyuan cried out in pain and looked at Zi Lingling with some grievance, "Ling'er, how could you be so cruel to your husband!"
Zi Lingling smiled charmingly and said, "Husband? Let's talk about it after you've settled the betrothal gifts. For now, let's see how to get through this trial."
Ye Lingyuan said dotingly, "Alright, we'll challenge the trial first, and when we get out, this king will immediately go and settle the betrothal gifts."
"We'll see then!"
Zi Lingling said, then walked forward.
She had a feeling that this place was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place where the familiarity came from.
However, she had always been brave due to her skills.
Uh… no, she had never been timid.
Suddenly, a shadow crashed into her arms.