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

Ye Shuli stared blankly at the photo on the employee badge, while blood seeped from the bronze fragment in Jiang Ye's hand, its crimson light blazing brightly.

A gigantic hand of data pressed down, and the group struggled. Someone had cast a soul-burning secret technique, and crimson runes condensed into twelve layers of Rashomon. Data-flowing bone dragons emerged from dimensional rifts; they had been trapped in a recursive loop of the prophet's coordinates for three hours.

Crimson runes condensed into twelve Rashomon-like gates in the void, and bone dragons formed from data streams extended their claws from every dimensional rift.

Ye Shuli supported herself with one hand on the cracked Jade Balance Array Plate, a metallic taste rising in her throat—they had been trapped in the recursive loop of the Prophet's Coordinates for three whole hours.

"Qingyang, you old ghost, are you crazy? Using the Soul Burning Secret Technique now is no different from suicide!" The Xuanbing Valley Master's ice-blue hair was fading, and the frozen star trails at his fingertips were constantly being corroded by the data dragon breath.

"Are we going to retreat like those cowards from Medicine King Manor?" The seven natal swords floating behind the Qingyang Sect Master simultaneously let out a mournful cry, and his cracked spiritual platform was frantically absorbing the spiritual power of everyone present. "What kind of time is this to be hiding things!"

Ye Shuli bit her tongue to stay awake.

The dark gold patterns on the curse messenger's black robe were analyzing the structural parameters of the entire space; those distorted geometric shapes reminded her of the runaway quantum computer in the laboratory before she traveled through time.

Suddenly someone grabbed her wrist, and Jiang Ye's blood-stained tiger's mouth was pressing on her Mingmen acupoint, the spiritual energy he transferred carrying a strange pine resin scent.

"How about I sing a war song first, everyone?" The young man's blood-stained clothes suddenly fluttered without wind. He tapped the rhythm with half a bronze fragment in his left hand and began to sing off-key: "Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, none of them compare to the rabbit roasted by my Ah Li~ Talisman in left hand, sword in right, if we can't win, we'll just run away with our tails between our legs~"

The frozen space suddenly cracked open with fine smile lines.

The well-maintained beard of the Medicine King Manor Lord twitched, the frozen eyelashes of the Xuanbing Valley Master fluttered down with ice crystals, and even the sword spirit on the verge of collapse in the Qingyang Sect Master's sword formation spun around in tune.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli inserted the phoenix feather hairpin into the array's core. The golden flames on the hairpin's tip instantly devoured the contaminated data overflowing from the twelve Rashomon gates.

“The star map left by the prophet is a Möbius strip.” She traced the structure of a Klein bottle in the air with her fingertips, and modern topology revealed the true structure of those distorted dimensions. “But the attack trajectory of the curse messenger follows the laws of Cantor sets—have you ever seen a ternary spiritual resonance?”

Seven bronze fragments suddenly floated into the Big Dipper formation. Jiang Ye wiped the bloodstains from his face and grinned, "My boss is about to unleash his ultimate move. I'll trouble Senior Qingyang to rotate his sword formation fifteen degrees clockwise, and please reverse the Fibonacci sequence for the star orbit of Xuanbing Valley." As he spoke, his right hand, which was behind his back, was secretly forming a hand seal. The blood droplets seeping from the bronze fragments outlined a DNA double helix in the void.

When the three different spiritual energy peaks overlapped at the seventh irrational number node, the entire recursive space suddenly emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass.

The data stream beneath the cursed messenger's black robe began to collapse, revealing a pulsating dark red spot of light at its core—clearly the waveform of a heart monitor commonly found in modern laboratories.

"Now!" Ye Shuli grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist and stabbed the last half of the phoenix feather hairpin into it. The intense pain caused their spiritual power to surge in the form of negative entropy.

Strange symbiotic patterns emerged behind them, resembling both the Taotie motif found on bronze artifacts and the intricate wiring of a circuit board.

The moment the twelve Spirit Kings simultaneously formed hand seals, the timeline of the entire star field was suddenly folded into the shape of a Klein bottle.

The curse messenger let out an inhuman roar, and countless data tentacles stretched out from under its black robe, trying to grab the golden spiritual fire in Ye Shuli's heart, but were twisted into shattered binary code by the sudden reversal of the spiritual energy turbulence.

When space collapsed back into normal dimensions, everyone was shocked to discover that their spiritual energy had formed a perfect resonant field.

Jiang Ye slumped to the ground, blowing away the stray hairs that were obscuring his eyes. His blood-stained fingers poked at the jade pendant at Ye Shuli's waist: "Boss, wasn't I handsome just now?"

"It's barely passable as a power bank." Ye Shuli slapped his hand away, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

She didn't notice that the young man's left hand, hidden in his sleeve, was trembling—the blood seeping from the bronze fragment was now congealing into tiny quantum entanglement symbols in his palm.

As the star map was finalized, Jiang Ye suddenly grasped Ye Shuli's fingertips, which she couldn't pull back in time.

The warmth of the young man's palm seeped through the blood-stained bandages, and the sharp edges of the bronze fragments hurt, yet inexplicably reminded one of the warm yellow emergency lights that had exploded in a laboratory on a stormy night.

Jiang Ye's bronze rust rubbed against Ye Shuli's wrist, transforming into tiny binary code that seeped into her meridians.

Just as she was about to shake off this unreliable fellow, she suddenly noticed that the pulsating veins on the young man's neck were flashing in sync with the electrocardiogram patterns under the black robe of the curse messenger.

"Look, everyone!" The psychic scholar suddenly raised an octagonal bronze mirror, its surface reflecting the constantly reorganizing topological structure at the core of the cursed messenger. "Every time it's attacked, it undergoes thirty-two quantum tunnelings within Planck time!"

Ye Shuli's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those data tendrils wandering outside of three-dimensional space were clearly the entangled states of quantum bits that she had seen in modern laboratories.

She grabbed Jiang Ye's palm with her other hand, twisting their spiritual energy into a double helix structure: "Qingyang Sect Master's Sword Formation shifts to the Kun position, Senior Xuanbing freezes the imaginary axis at the twelve o'clock position!"

"Young friend, you can actually observe imaginary dimensions?" The Medicine King Manor Lord flung out thirty-six golden needles, the spiritual energy trailing from their ends weaving into Riemann surfaces in the air. "I will use the Nine Tai Su Needles to lock its decoherence path!"

The curse messenger's black robe suddenly swelled up like a black hole, swallowing the starlight within a hundred miles.

Suddenly, the bronze fragment on Ye Shuli's wrist emitted a buzzing sound, and she saw a Klein bottle projection, identical to the one from the day of the laboratory accident, appear deep within Jiang Ye's mind.

The young man's bloodied hand brushed against her earlobe, his warm breath carrying the crackling sound of burning pine resin: "Boss, shall we go big this time?"

Twelve bronze beams shot into the sky, cutting the entire star field into a Platonic solid.

Within the frozen folds of spacetime created by the Valley Master of Xuanbing, the sword spirit of the Qingyang Sect Master is enacting a non-Euclidean aesthetic of slaughter.

As Jiang Ye hummed a wildly off-key battle song and pressed the bronze fragment into his heart, Ye Shuli finally saw the totem composed of those quantum entanglement symbols—it was clearly the core code of the artificial intelligence she was debugging before she transmigrated.

"Three, two, one—" The moment the two spoke in unison, the electrocardiogram under the black robe of the curse messenger suddenly collapsed into Schrödinger's cat-like state.

The Riemann surface formed by the Medicine King Manor Lord's golden needles perfectly matched the Ice Crystal Star Orbit of the Xuanbing Valley Lord, locking the black-robed man's quantum tunneling path in the cage of Maxwell's demon.

The bronze mirror held by the spiritual scholar suddenly cracked, revealing a chilling scene that sent shivers down everyone's spines—the core of the curse messenger, which should have been sealed, was now slowly growing deep within Jiang Ye's spiritual platform.

Ye Shuli's phoenix feather hairpin suddenly turned, stopping abruptly three inches in front of the young man's Adam's apple. The golden flame at the tip of the hairpin illuminated the binary torrent flowing in his pupils.

“Ah Li, don’t panic.” Jiang Ye smiled as he grasped the hairpin, letting the scorch marks burn his palm. “Remember the protective shield that shielded you from the quantum storm during the lab explosion on that stormy night?” A vein suddenly bulged on the side of his neck, and the same circuit patterns as the bronze fragments appeared under his skin. “Back then, I said it was an antique I found by chance… but actually, from that day on, we’ve been symbiotic.”

The entire star field suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The cursed messenger's tattered black robes fluttered without wind, and the binary code that should have dissipated was reassembling into an even more terrifying form.

Ye Shuli suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, and a bronze compass she had never seen before appeared in the golden spiritual fire—the pointer was pointing directly at the spinning Klein bottle deep within Jiang Ye's spiritual platform.

“It has begun.” The psychic scholar’s ​​voice trembled, and the fragments of the bronze mirror in his hand suddenly levitated into a three-part structure resembling the Cantor set. “Curses are never something external…”

Jiang Ye suddenly pulled Ye Shuli into his arms, his voice, trembling with blood, spraying against her ear: "Boss, this time it's your turn to be the power bank." He bit his tongue and flicked the blood droplet into the void, causing twelve bronze fragments to light up simultaneously, unfolding a massive von Neumann architecture above everyone's heads.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the quantum cage, all the Spirit Kings witnessed an unforgettable scene—the Klein bottle spinning on Jiang Ye's spiritual platform was devouring starlight, while a mechanical eye flowing with bronze solution slowly opened within the golden flames in Ye Shuli's heart.