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

As the bronze gate collapsed into countless ripples of spacetime, Ye Shuli's back slammed heavily against the crystal wall formed by the quantum cloud.

She bit her tongue to stay awake and saw Jiang Ye's wolf tail being torn apart by the turbulent spiritual energy, leaving thirty-two afterimages, with each hair burning in a different dimension.

&34;Don't touch those string-like spiritual energies! &34;She threw out a modified version of the Mo family's mechanical rope, which wrapped around Jiang Ye's waist and abdomen, &34;These are the negative entropy flows after the contract parameters were reorganized by the black hole—&34;

Before the words were finished, the bronze door floating above their heads suddenly reversed.

The concentric rings laid out by Penrose resembled a crumpled star map, with each rune splitting into thirteen cones of light of different colors.

Ye Shuli's pupils shrank sharply as she recognized that three of the spectra corresponded to the power totems she had seen at the negotiating table three days ago.

Jiang Ye's canine teeth suddenly pierced through the web of his left hand, and the silvery-blue blood condensed in the air to form the topological structure of a Klein bottle.

When his blood droplet collided with Ye Shuli's scattered black hair, the entire space suddenly resounded with a booming sound like a set of chimes—that was the resonance frequency of their entangled spiritual energy in eleven-dimensional space.

&34; Madam doesn't think so, &34; Jiang Ye's wolf ears brushed against her bloodstained collarbone, &34; Are these restrictions secretly learning the way our spiritual energy couples are coupled during dual cultivation? &34; He dipped his fingertips in the fluid mixed with their blood and drew Möbius strips on the quantum cloud ground, &34; with your improved version of the Seventh Chapter of the Mathematical Art... &34;

Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Her divine sense penetrated the collapsing Klein bottle structure and saw the phantom of a negotiating table floating in the event horizon of each black hole—the Southern Frontier Shaman was tearing up the contract, the East Sea Mermaid King was breaking his jade tablet, and the conditions negotiated over three days and three nights were evaporating with the distortion of spacetime.

"There's no time." She inserted the jade hairpin from her hair into the center of the counting rods Jiang Ye had drawn. The modern chip embedded in the hairpin suddenly projected a four-dimensional hypercube model. "The entropy growth rate of these runes is seven times the rate at which the negotiations broke down."

When the two of them worked together to inject their spiritual energy into the counting rod model, the entire space suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The suspended bronze door transformed into countless bronze particles, each particle displaying a mirror image of the negotiation scene from three days prior—Ye Shuli saw her own phantom being pierced through the throat by thirteen chains of spiritual energy.

Jiang Ye suddenly began humming the ancient tune "Xuanji Tune".

The spiritual runes vibrating in his throat unfolded in the eleventh dimension, transforming into a topological grid covering seventy-two musical notes.

Ye Shuli was surprised to find that the self-replicating contract runes began to recombine with the musical scale, and the originally entangled thirteen-colored light cones were arranged into a celestial globe structure in the singing.

"This is..." She brushed her fingertips across the Twenty-Eight Mansions diagram that appeared with the sound waves, and suddenly remembered the ancient contract she had seen in the Spirit Realm Library, "Use the Luo Shu in conjunction with the sound waves to anchor the point!"

Jiang Ye, maintain the overtones of the Horn constellation! &34;

When the seventh variation of "Xuanji Tune" began, the bronze particles suddenly collapsed into the shape of a black bird.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli superimposed the improved version of the Mo family's mechanical arts with the model of the armillary sphere. The blood beads seeping from her temples stretched out countless differential equations in the curvature of spacetime.

Open!

As she drew the last non-Euclidean geometric symbol, the wings of the black bird suddenly transformed into two bronze doors.

What overflowed from the crack in the door was no longer a black hole of turbulent flow, but a long river of spiritual energy flowing with golden contract words.

Jiang Ye's wolf tail instantly wrapped around Ye Shuli's waist, carrying her along the river's topological structure into the unfolding folds of time and space.

The instant she fell into the portal, Ye Shuli's sharp tongue instincts suddenly resurfaced: "If they dare to throw me into the projection on the negotiating table..."

&34; Madam, you should worry about those old relics. &34; Jiang Ye's canine teeth brushed against her earlobe, and silver-blue spiritual energy wove a Klein bottle-shaped protective shield around the two of them, &34; They should be going crazy right now, watching the hourglass suddenly freeze—&34;

The voice was torn apart by the storm in the fourth dimension.

When the two crashed onto the ground covered with star maps, Ye Shuli's ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) had already transformed into armor covered with nano-runes.

As she gazed at the slowly rotating Klein bottle-shaped building complex before her, she suddenly realized that the entire room itself was a living embodiment of a contract.

Jiang Ye's wolf ears suddenly perked up, and his pupils reflected thirteen materializing phantoms: "It seems we've intruded into... "

Ye Shuli's cold laugh cut him off.

A new kind of flame, combining quantum theory and spiritual power, ignited at her fingertips, scorching the earthly star map into modern mathematical symbols: &34; or rather, this was a black box of contracts jointly constructed by the divine consciousness of all the negotiators. &34;

As the flames spread to the armillary sphere in the center of the room, the suspended bronze particles suddenly emitted a mournful sound similar to that of bells and chimes.

Ye Shuli keenly noticed that a certain frequency resonated with the standing wave of Jiang Ye's humming of "Xuanji Tune"—

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Jiang Ye's wolf tail swept through the fine dust of light among the star map marks, moving close to Ye Shuli's back without retreating an inch.

The suspended bronze particles suddenly coalesced into an inverted sundial, pinning the two shadows to the positions of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

&34; Southeast, Xun position. &34; Ye Shuli's fingertips traced the quantum flames, and the nano-runes on her battle armor rose into the air like a swarm of fireflies. &34; The malice remaining in these contracts was far more honest than that of the old men at the negotiating table. &34;

Before she could finish speaking, the Klein Bottle complex suddenly emitted a sharp sound of shattering glass.

Countless bronze particles recombine within a non-Euclidean geometric structure, transforming into a colossal spiritual beast with nine heads and eighteen arms.

Each head was inlaid with a totem jade tablet representing a different power, and the saliva dripping from between the fangs was actually solidified fragments of a contract.

Jiang Ye's canines suddenly extended three inches, and silver-blue spiritual power condensed into a string-shaped longsword in his palm: "Does Madam still remember the bet we made on the Lantern Festival?" He swung the sword and severed the contract chains that rushed towards him, and afterimages bloomed simultaneously in seven dimensions: "Whoever hunts the most beast cores will win tonight..."

"Shut up!" Ye Shuli threw out a modified version of the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, the nano-weapon splitting into a Klein bottle topology in mid-air.

When 360 silver needles simultaneously pierced the Jade Purity Palace totem on the giant beast's left forelimb, the entire arm suddenly collapsed into a four-dimensional cube, &34; Southwest Kun position, three inches, use the seventh variation of the Xuanji! &34;

The central head of the behemoth suddenly opened its thirty-six pupils, each reflecting the moment of betrayal at the negotiating table.

Blood suddenly seeped from Jiang Ye's wolf ears. He staggered and crashed through two spatial barriers, and the "Xuanji Tune" in his throat changed into a murderous tone.

The sound waves transformed into phantom images of the nine sons of the dragon, including Qiuniu and Yazi, in the eleventh dimension, tearing at the spiritual energy flowing along the back of the giant beast.

Ye Shuli's combat boots shattered three star map floor tiles, and nano runes seeped into the giant beast's body along the cracks.

As modern binary code clashed with ancient contract text, she suddenly spun around and inserted the jade hairpin into the musical array drawn by Jiang Ye: "Now!"

The two spiritual energies collided violently within the Möbius strip-shaped resonant cavity.

The eighteen arms of the behemoth simultaneously lit up with spiritual patterns from different forces, but a chain reaction occurred the moment they touched the quantum flame.

Ye Shuli saw that the Gu worm totem of the Southern Frontier shaman was the first to vaporize, followed by the tidal emblem of the East Sea merfolk...

"Watch out!" Jiang Ye suddenly wrapped his wolf tail around her waist and retreated ten feet.

Before collapsing, the remains of the colossal beast spewed out a final cloud of poisonous mist, each grain of dust carrying the malice of a certain faction leader.

Ye Shuli's nano armor instantly deployed twelve Klein shields, but when it came into contact with the poisonous fog, it emitted a strange sound that intertwined electronic Buddhist chants and mechanical chanting.

As the last wisp of poisonous mist was incinerated by the quantum flame, the armillary sphere in the center of the room suddenly began to rotate in reverse.

Simultaneously, crimson pillars of light illuminated the locations of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, etching a continuously shrinking Hawking radiation pattern on the ground.

Jiang Ye's wolf ears suddenly folded into a defensive stance: "Madam, have you ever heard of the Eye of Return to Nothingness?"

Just as Ye Shuli was about to make a sarcastic remark, the star map beneath her feet suddenly transformed into an event horizon.

Countless bronze particles form a rotating accretion disk around the singularity, and the gravitational gradient causes the nanorunes to redshift.

She thrust the jade hairpin into the point of sudden change in spacetime curvature, but the four-dimensional model projected by the chip showed that the entropy increase curve had already exceeded the critical value.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Ye's silver-blue spiritual power suddenly wove into a topological kite, and the wolf tail simultaneously wrapped around Ye Shuli's vital points in twelve dimensions.

However, the gravitational waves that erupted within the accretion disk far exceeded expectations, and the two people's protective spiritual energy sparked four-dimensional flames at the edge of their field of vision.

In the instant of weightlessness, Ye Shuli glimpsed the depths of the vortex—there floated thirteen jade slips of contracts, each wrapped with causal threads of a different color.

She suddenly realized that these were the real bargaining chips, but was pulled into an unknown abyss by the surging gravitational gradient...