While the two were meditating and resting, Pei Mianman transmitted her voice through her inner energy: "Aunt, be careful later. We can't trust this man called Ya Chang too much."
“Not bad,” Zuan nodded. “We need to be careful later, lest there be some traps or mechanisms around that Owl Lord. But we’ll talk about it after we’ve recovered.”
"Alright!" Pei Mianman had no intention of stopping and began to concentrate on restoring the energy she had previously depleted.
While adjusting his breathing, Zu'an asked Mi Li, "Empress, do you think there's anything wrong with that Owl Lord over there?"
Mi Li appeared, though only Zu An, whose soul was connected to her, could see her in her current form: "I just checked, there are no traps. If it's really as that chief said, that no one has ever passed this trial, there's no need to set up any traps or mechanisms, since you're all going to die anyway."
"Since it's so dangerous, why didn't you stop me from participating in the trial?" Zu'an asked curiously, observing her expression.
"Why would I stop it?" Mi Li looked at him strangely. "The greater the danger, the greater the reward. It's obvious that passing the trial will bring great opportunities. I would be crazy to stop it."
Zuan remained silent for a long time before saying, "But Chief Ke said that several couples whose cultivation levels far surpass ours failed the trial."
Cultivation is only one aspect. In many cases, cultivation also represents a person's ability, aptitude, and luck. Those people with higher cultivation, regardless of age or opportunities, prove that their intelligence is at least no less than theirs. So many geniuses can't do it, so why are they so sure they can?
Hearing his words, Mi Li frowned: "Nonsense! Even if you are born as an ant, you should have lofty ambitions; even if your life is as fragile as paper, you should have an indomitable spirit. We cultivators should have the determination to move forward without hesitation. If you are hesitant and afraid of this and that, what kind of cultivation is that!"
Zu An said in a deep voice, "It's not that I'm afraid of dying myself, but that I'm afraid of implicating you. Now that your soul is bound to mine, if I die, you will die too. There are plenty of fifth-grade cultivators like me in the world, so it's no big deal if I die. But you are a super expert, and it would be a real pity if you died because of me."
Hearing him say this, Mi Li was taken aback, then her expression softened considerably: "So you were worried about me. Don't worry, I believe in you. The stronger you become, the greater my hope of reshaping my physical body in the future will be."
Zuan smiled bitterly. Such a word of belief could not truly comfort him, for he himself had no confidence.
Seemingly sensing his emotional state, Mi Li continued, "Do you think I'm just saying some comforting words? I truly believe in you because I've personally witnessed your abilities, the endless stream of amazing skills you possess, and the fact that you yourself are incredibly cunning. No matter how difficult the Shang King's trial is, I don't believe it can be more difficult than the Heaven, Earth, and Man formations set up by Ying Zheng. You can even overcome that, so why worry about this trial?"
Zuan was taken aback. Indeed, that was the case. Who was Ying Zheng? He was one of the emperors in Chinese history who fought for the title of the third emperor and the first, because he was the first to unify China and laid the foundation for the traditions of the next few thousand years. In a sense, he was a completely transcendent figure among all the emperors.
Although the Shang Dynasty was powerful, it was still inferior to the Qin Dynasty. The talents and strategies of those emperors could not compare with those of the First Emperor. He had even faced the First Emperor of Qin, so what was there to be afraid of?
At this moment, Mi Li's voice softened a bit: "Even if we take a step back and you really don't pass the trial, I'll just die with you. I don't think it's a big deal, so why are you so worried?"
Zuan finally regained his usual playful smile: "You make it sound like you're going to die for me, but I didn't expect that my queen sister cares about me so much."
Mi Li rolled her eyes: "Save your smooth talk for that big-breasted girl of yours, it won't work on me."
Zuan looked annoyed: "Manman has a name, why call her that?"
Mi Li glanced sideways at Pei Mianman beside her, her gaze lingering on Pei's chest for a moment, and muttered, "Who told her to have breasts like a cow's?"
Zuan: "..."
After this period of rest, the two had almost recovered. Although they were not fully recovered, they had recovered about 90%. There was no point in continuing, because they could feel that the rate at which their vital energy was being depleted was slightly accelerating. If they delayed any longer, they might be consumed by the surrounding environment before they even started the trial.
Zaun asked the chief, "Is this trial for the soul or the body?"
“I didn’t know much about the specifics of this trial,” the chief replied in a deep voice, “but I can answer that for you. It’s the soul that enters, because the bodies of the previous couples remained by the Owl Lord’s side after they started the trial.”
Zuan's expression changed: "Does that mean we'll be at your mercy once the trial begins?"
At this moment, the chieftain's friendly attitude towards the two was based on the premise that his primordial energy could purify them. He clearly remembered that the other party had come out to fight and kill him at the beginning.
The chief replied, "You don't need to worry about that. After the trial begins, a magic array will be activated to protect your physical bodies, and the owl spirit left by the queen will also protect you. External forces cannot harm you at all. The protective magic array around you will only disappear after the trial ends."
"Besides, I'll have completed my task once you start your trials and will go back to my coffin to sleep. After all, these trials usually take a long time, and I'm too lazy to wait."
Zuan thought about it and agreed. The Shang king couldn't have established this trial just to kill people; he must have considered similar issues.
However, he still didn't dare to completely trust Ya Chang. Just as he was in a dilemma, he heard Mi Li's voice in his ear: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here for you. Even if the protective formation doesn't exist, this dried corpse general can't hurt you."
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