A magical journey of a sharp-tongued woman and a goofy man

Their joy was instantly shattered by the strange light. Ye Shuli clenched her fists, and Jiang Ye also shifted to a defensive stance. The approaching light made the atmosphere increasingly tense, as if foreshadowing a great crisis.

The strange light drew ever closer, like a cascading silver river, moving at an astonishing speed.

Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye watched this sudden turn of events with vigilance, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.

The air around seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

The previously noisy crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone felt a powerful pressure.

"What's going on? This feeling..." someone murmured to themselves, their voice trembling slightly.

"It seems... a powerful expert has arrived!" Another cultivator, pale-faced, gripped his weapon tightly with nervousness.

As the silver light faded, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a white Taoist robe, appeared before everyone.

He held a whisk in his hand, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, with a kind smile on his face, like a highly accomplished sage.

"I am Bai Mei, greetings to all of you." The old Taoist with white eyebrows bowed slightly, his tone gentle and warm, like a spring breeze.

"Old Taoist with White Eyebrows?" Jiang Ye frowned; he seemed to have heard that name somewhere before.

The white-browed old Taoist's gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on the Star River in Ye Shuli's hand. "I heard that Miss Ye displayed great power today, so I came here to witness the splendor of this divine artifact."

"Ha, just to catch a glimpse of its splendor?" Jiang Ye bluntly exposed his pretense. "I think you just want to keep it for yourself!"

The old Taoist priest with white eyebrows froze slightly for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Young friend, you jest. How could I possibly..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Jiang Ye interrupted him. "Do you think no one can see through your little schemes? If you want to steal the divine artifact, you'd better ask the sword in my hand if it agrees first!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense after Jiang Ye said this.

The surrounding cultivators retreated hastily, fearing they would be drawn into the fight.

The old Taoist priest with white eyebrows had a gloomy expression. He hadn't expected this young man to be so ungrateful as to provoke him in public.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant." The white-browed old Taoist said coldly, his whisk trembling slightly.

Jiang Ye sneered, meeting his gaze without flinching. "Arrogant? I'm just stating the facts. If you want to steal something, then show me what you've got!"

Ye Shuli observed all of this silently from the side, without stopping Jiang Ye.

She knew that this conflict was bound to happen sooner or later, and that it was better to confront it head-on than to avoid it.

She gripped the Milky Way tightly in her hand, ready to strike at any moment.

The white-browed Taoist priest took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and slowly said, "Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite!" He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly reached out...

Before the old Taoist with white eyebrows finished speaking, his figure approached like a ghost, his withered claws reaching straight for the Star River in Ye Shuli's hand.

His seemingly slow movements actually contained astonishing power, tearing the air apart with a piercing whistling sound.

Ye Shuli's lips curled into a cold smile; she had long expected that this old guy would not be able to resist making a move.

With a flick of her slender hand, a round, black bullet appeared in her palm. With a light flick of her fingertip, the bullet exploded instantly.

"boom!"

With a soft sound, a thick cloud of white smoke instantly spread out, carrying a faint sweet fragrance.

This is no ordinary smoke; it's a smoke bomb specially made by Ye Shuli using modern knowledge, designed to deal with these old guys who rely on their age.

Caught off guard, the white-browed Taoist priest inhaled the air and felt a wave of dizziness. His vision blurred, and his body became uncontrollable. He staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground. His previous dignified and otherworldly demeanor vanished, and he now resembled a drunken old man.

The surrounding cultivators were stunned by this scene, and then burst into low chuckles.

No one expected that this seemingly unfathomable old Taoist priest with white eyebrows would be in such a sorry state, truly a case of "an old horse stumbling," his reputation ruined in his later years.

"Oh my, this old man is really lame. He wants to steal the artifact. He should practice his legs first."

"Exactly! I thought he was so good, but he was taken down in one move. It's hilarious."

Just when everyone thought that the White-Browed Taoist was about to suffer a setback, a sharp sword aura ripped through the sky and pointed directly at the White-Browed Taoist.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Young Master Lin standing in the crowd with a cold expression, holding a long sword, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the white-browed old Taoist.

"The artifact is mine!" Young Master Lin's domineering voice resounded throughout the venue. He coldly swept his gaze over everyone present, as if declaring his ownership.

Everyone is confused, what is going on?

Shouldn't the old Taoist with white eyebrows and Young Master Lin join forces?

Why is Young Master Lin attacking the White-Browed Taoist Priest first?

The plot twist was more thrilling than a roller coaster ride.

The old Taoist with white eyebrows roared and waved his whisk, sending a gust of wind towards Young Master Lin.

Young Master Lin remained calm and composed, wielding his longsword to instantly deflect the powerful gust of wind.

"Hmph! You think you can even touch a divine artifact?" Young Master Lin sneered. He swung his sword again, the sword energy like a rainbow, directly approaching the white-browed old Taoist. The power of his aura was terrifying.

This sudden turn of events instantly made the atmosphere on the scene even more tense.

No one expected that what was supposed to be a matter of settling old and new scores would turn into a dog-eat-dog situation.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the scene, afraid of missing any detail.

"Fine, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite!" Provoked by Young Master Lin, the white-browed Taoist priest was completely enraged. He flicked his whisk, and a powerful burst of spiritual energy erupted instantly...

Enraged by Young Master Lin's sudden attack, the white-browed Taoist priest roared, his hair and beard bristling, "You arrogant brat! Today I'll show you what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young!" His whisk transformed into thousands of silver threads, raining down on Young Master Lin like a storm of pear blossoms.

Not to be outdone, Young Master Lin brandished his longsword, unleashing a torrent of sword energy that clashed with the countless silver threads in the sky, creating a series of crisp clanging sounds, as if countless golden spears and iron horses were locked in battle.

The surrounding air was thrown into chaos, with sand and stones flying everywhere, trees falling, and onlookers scrambling to cover their heads, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire of this battle of the gods.

"Wow, these special effects are even better than Hollywood blockbusters!" Jiang Ye peeked out from behind a boulder, watching with great interest, and even commented, "This old man looks like a hermit, but I didn't expect him to be so good at fighting. It's just that his hairstyle is a bit messy."

Ye Shuli kept her eyes fixed on the battle, her delicate brows furrowed slightly. Both of them were quite strong, and it would be difficult to determine a winner in the short term.

But she knew she couldn't just sit idly by and wait for her fate; she had to find a way to break the deadlock.

"These two are having such a good fight, shouldn't we take this opportunity to slip away?" Jiang Ye's eyes darted around as he leaned close to Ye Shuli's ear and whispered mischievously.

Ye Shuli rolled her eyes at him: "Do you think they're stupid? They'll definitely notice us if we make a move."

"What should we do then? We can't just stay here and watch the show forever, can we?" Jiang Ye scratched his head, looking troubled.

Ye Shuli's lips curled into a sly smile: "Who said we were just watching the show? The real show is just beginning." A ray of starlight flashed in her hand, and a strange energy fluctuation spread out, silently disrupting the battle rhythm between the White-Browed Taoist and Young Master Lin.

This energy fluctuation was extremely subtle, yet it was all-pervasive, clinging to the two of them like a leech, making them feel uncomfortable all over and slowing down their movements.

"What's going on? My body..." The white-browed old Taoist's expression changed drastically. He felt that his spiritual energy circulation was hindered, as if he were stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move.

Young Master Lin also sensed the abnormality and inwardly cried out that something was wrong. This strange energy fluctuation made him feel very uncomfortable, as if an invisible hand was binding him, preventing him from exerting his full strength.

"Now!" Ye Shuli shouted, seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she grabbed Jiang Ye's hand, and disappeared like a gust of wind.

"Where are they?" The white-browed Taoist priest and Young Master Lin finally realized what was happening and looked around, but Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye were nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it! They tricked us!" Young Master Lin gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could tear Ye Shuli to pieces.

The white-browed old Taoist's face was gloomy, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes: "Chase! We must take back the divine artifact!"

The surrounding cultivators were all stunned by this scene. They never expected Ye Shuli to be so clever, using the power of the divine artifact to interfere with the battle between the White-Browed Old Daoist and Young Master Lin, and then taking the opportunity to escape.

"This girl is amazing!"

"Yes, she's not only incredibly strong, but also so intelligent; she's truly a prodigy!"

"It seems that the outcome of this battle for the divine artifact is still uncertain."

Jiang Ye grabbed Ye Shuli's hand and ran wildly, his speed comparable to Usain Bolt possessing him.

His eyes were firm, like a protective husband, wanting to give her the best of everything in the world.

Ye Shuli felt the warmth of his palm, and a warm current surged in her heart, instantly dispelling the tension and unease she had felt earlier.

The air around us seemed to become sweet, filled with pink bubbles, it was so sweet it was almost cloying.

"Li'er, don't be afraid, I'm here!" Jiang Ye's tone was firm, like a mountain, giving her a sense of security.

Ye Shuli smiled slightly and squeezed his hand back. This feeling was really nice!

"Don't worry, I'm not some delicate little princess. I can fight, I can withstand attacks, and I can run away!"

The two raced through dense jungles and across rushing rivers, the noise behind them gradually fading away, as if they had arrived in a paradise.

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. A gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees, creating a soothing and pleasant atmosphere.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The originally flat ground suddenly collapsed, and Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye were caught off guard and both fell down.

"Holy crap! What's going on?" Jiang Ye exclaimed, instinctively pulling Ye Shuli into his arms. The two of them fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

"Cough cough..." Ye Shuli was thrown around and was covered in dust, looking like a kitten that had just crawled out of a coal pile.

"Li'er, are you alright?" Jiang Ye asked anxiously, checking her injuries with concern in his voice.

Ye Shuli rubbed her sore bottom and glared at him irritably: "What do you think? This freefall must have been really unpleasant!"

The two struggled to their feet, only to find themselves trapped in a huge pit with smooth stone walls all around, offering no escape.

A strange green mist filled the bottom of the trap, emitting a nauseating stench. Inhaling it made one feel dizzy and weak.

"What kind of place is this?" Jiang Ye covered his nose, looking disgusted.

Ye Shuli frowned, carefully observing her surroundings, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

The trap was set up so well, and with that eerie fog, it was clearly a setup deliberately made by someone.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh came from above the trap, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Hehehe... Welcome to my alchemy room, two little guests."

Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye looked up and saw an old man in a black robe with a withered face standing at the edge of the trap, holding a skull staff in his hand, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"The evil alchemist!" Ye Shuli recognized the person at a glance, and her heart sank.

This guy is a notorious evil cultivator, famous for refining all kinds of evil pills, and his strength is unfathomable.

"Li'er, it seems we..." Jiang Ye gripped his sword tighter.