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

Ye Shuli stood in front of the family's old site, the former glory long since replaced by the dilapidated scene before her.

The towering walls were built of rough stones, and the originally exquisite carved stone pillars had become crooked and twisted.

The air was filled with a pungent, cheap spice smell, which was practically a public execution of her sense of smell.

"Is this still my home? It's more like a bandit's den!" Ye Shuli couldn't help but complain, her delicate eyebrows furrowing.

She could feel the psychic energy within her stirring, a signal that anger was burning within her.

Jiang Ye stood beside her, patted her shoulder, and tried to reassure her: "Calm down, Sister Li. We're here to demolish, not to visit."

Before he finished speaking, a fat man with a greasy face and a group of henchmen staggered out.

He sized Ye Shuli up and down, his eyes full of disdain: "Oh, where did this little chick come from? Do you know whose territory this is?"

Ye Shuli sneered and slowly walked forward: "I know, it's a pigsty!"

The fat man's face instantly turned a deep liver color: "You! You bitch, you're asking for death!" He roared, releasing the pressure of an early-stage Spirit King in an attempt to suppress Ye Shuli.

However, Ye Shuli was not afraid at all. Instead, she straightened her back and stared at him without showing any weakness.

Her gaze was like a sharp blade tempered with ice, piercing straight into the fat man's heart.

"This used to be the Ye family's place. Now, I'm going to take it back!" Ye Shuli's voice was clear and firm, yet carried an undeniable power.

Upon hearing this, the fat man laughed arrogantly: "You? A mere spiritualist? Don't dream! If you know what's good for you, get lost, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Really? Then I'll show you if I'm dreaming!" Ye Shuli stopped wasting words and directly mobilized the spiritual energy within her body.

The surrounding air instantly froze, and the powerful sense of oppression made the henchmen behind the fat man tremble.

Jiang Ye also stepped forward, blocking Ye Shuli's path, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

He cracked his wrists, making a "cracking" sound: "Sister Li, leave this kind of guy to me. I guarantee he'll be crying and begging for his daddy."

A fierce battle was about to break out, and the atmosphere was as tense as a taut string that could snap at the slightest mistake.

"Stop!" an old voice suddenly rang out.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, leaning on a cane, walked over shakily, followed by several clansmen with different expressions.

The old man was none other than the head of the Ye family. He glared fiercely at Ye Shuli, his cloudy eyes filled with reproach: "Li'er, you were too impulsive! How could you be so reckless!"

Ye Shuli was stunned. She didn't expect that her family elders would not only not support her, but would instead launch into a tirade of criticism.

She bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, and said, "Grandpa, I'm just seeking justice for the family! Have you forgotten the glory days of our Ye family?"

The surrounding tribesmen whispered among themselves, some with puzzled expressions, others with their heads down in silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

An older-looking clan representative stepped forward and cautiously asked, "Clan leader, although Miss Li'er's actions were somewhat impulsive, her intentions were good..."

"What's so good about it!" the clan chief interrupted him angrily. "What do you know! The situation is beyond our control now. Our Ye family is no longer what it used to be. If we rashly clash with them, we will only bring about our annihilation!"

Ye Shuli felt a chill in her heart; she never expected that her sincerity would be rewarded with such an outcome.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, and was about to speak in rebuttal when Jiang Ye stopped her.

Jiang Ye stepped forward, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips: "Grandpa, you're mistaken. Sister Li isn't some impulsive, naive girl; she's a heroine with extraordinary skills and unparalleled strength!" As he spoke, he gestured exaggeratedly, making the surrounding clansmen chuckle.

The clan chief frowned and glared at Jiang Ye with displeasure: "Who are you? Do you have any right to speak here?"

Jiang Ye wasn't annoyed and said with a smile, "I'm Sister Li's bodyguard and head of her think tank, so of course I have the right to speak! Don't underestimate Sister Li just because she's only at the early stage of Spirit Master. She possesses a divine artifact and has explosive combat power. Beating you, an early stage Spirit King, is a piece of cake for her."

The clan chief was speechless for a moment. Although he was stubborn, he knew the power of the divine artifact.

He looked at Ye Shuli suspiciously, as if reassessing her strength.

Ye Shuli glanced at Jiang Ye gratefully, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

The surrounding psionic energy seemed to sense her emotions and began to slowly gather towards them, forming an invisible pressure.

Jiang Ye pressed his advantage, continuing, "Grandpa, as you know, Sister Li is from another world. Her mind is full of brilliant ideas, more numerous than the stars in the sky. With her around, the Ye family's revival is just around the corner, and then..."

"Shut up!" The fat man couldn't hold back any longer. He roared, interrupting Jiang Ye, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to make a move?" He suddenly raised the weapon in his hand, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy instantly spread out. "Today, I'll show you what happens when you offend me!"

"Wait!" Jiang Ye suddenly raised his hand, stopping the fat man's attack, his smile becoming meaningful. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

With a roar, the fat man swung a giant axe, imbued with violent spiritual energy, down at Ye Shuli.

This momentum is so strong, it's like they want to slice her up like a watermelon!

The onlookers covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the bloody scene.

However, the expected screams did not occur.

Ye Shuli calmly took out a bunch of strange metal parts from her storage bag and quickly assembled them.

"What is this thing?" The fat man looked confused, and his attack slowed down.

"High-tech, you know?" Jiang Ye explained gleefully from the side, "Anything made by Sister Li is guaranteed to be top-notch!"

The moment she finished speaking, a metallic sheen appeared before Ye Shuli...

A large pot lid?

The surface of this pot lid is covered with intricate patterns, giving it a high-tech feel.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "This piece of junk thinks it can block my attack? It's wishful thinking!" He raised his giant axe again and chopped it down hard.

With a loud "clang!", the giant axe was bounced back!

The fat man's hand jerked, and he almost dropped his weapon.

"Holy crap! What's going on?" The fat man was stunned, and so were the onlookers.

What is this pot lid made of?

How could it possibly withstand a full-force attack from an early-stage Spirit King?

Ye Shuli clapped her hands, looking smug: "How about that? Have you witnessed the power of modern technology?" It turned out that the pot lid was made of a special alloy that could absorb and reflect attacks.

"This..." The clan chief and the clan representatives were also dumbfounded.

This is something I've never heard of or seen before!

Their gazes toward Ye Shuli were filled with awe and curiosity.

Enraged, the fat man launched another attack, showering Ye Shuli with all sorts of magical techniques as if they were free.

However, Ye Shuli's "high-tech" defenses remained as solid as a mountain, repelling all attacks one by one.

"Sister Li, are you alright?" During a break in the battle, Jiang Ye flashed to Ye Shuli's side and asked with concern.

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Ye Shuli looked at him, her heart filled with warmth.

She shook her head and smiled, "It's nothing, a piece of cake."

Jiang Ye reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead, saying softly, "Be careful, don't push yourself." His fingertips accidentally touched her skin, and a jolt of electricity instantly spread throughout his body.

Ye Shuli's cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart beat a little faster.

She felt the spiritual energy within her body soften, as if it had been infused with a gentle power.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ye Shuli's lips curled into a confident smile.

“Now…” Jiang Ye looked at the furious fat man in the distance, “It’s time to show off your real skills!” She took out a uniquely shaped metal tube from her storage bag. The tube was shimmering with blue light and looked very high-tech.

"Sister Li, what kind of magical artifact is this?" Jiang Ye asked curiously, his eyes sparkling.

"Secret weapon!" Ye Shuli smiled mysteriously, pointing the metal pipe at the fat man. "Watch closely, this is called—a high-pressure water gun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful jet of water shot out from the metal pipe, hitting the fat man squarely in the face.

Caught off guard, the fat man was forced to retreat repeatedly by the jet of water, looking utterly disheveled.

"What the hell is this thing? How can it be so powerful?" The fat man wiped the water off his face, still shaken.

Ye Shuli shrugged: "Just a small invention." She turned to the clan representatives, "Everyone, what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Seeing this, the tribespeople's morale soared, and they all drew their weapons and charged towards the fat man's men.

Under Ye Shuli's "high-tech" weapons and Jiang Ye's sharp tongue, the fat man and his gang were utterly defeated and forced to retreat.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the fat man left these words and ran away with his tail between his legs.

The Ye family cheered with joy; they had successfully reclaimed part of their family's old site!

Looking at the excited smiles on the faces of her people, Ye Shuli felt a great sense of accomplishment.

However, the joy of victory did not last long.

The clan leader walked up to Ye Shuli, a complex expression on his face.

"Li'er, you did very well this time." He paused, then continued, "For the future of the family, I have decided to betroth you to a member of the Wang family."

Ye Shuli was struck dumb, frozen in place, her mind blank.

A member of the Wang family?

That spoiled brat?

She looked up abruptly at the clan chief. "Grandpa, what are you saying?"

The clan leader sighed and patted her on the shoulder. "Li'er, this is for the sake of the clan."

Ye Shuli felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Ye stood to the side, his face also turning gloomy.

There was a sense of oppression in the air, like the calm before the storm.

"Li'er..." The clan leader's voice rang out again, but then abruptly stopped.