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

The bronze fragments in the rock crevice emitted a faint hum, and Ye Shuli's fingertips were burned by the melting icing from the star map.

Jiang Ye clutched the spiderweb-like purple markings on his chest, then suddenly grinned: "Does this count as us being stamped with a quarantine seal?"

"Shut up." Ye Shuli shook off the platinum hair sticking to her forehead, her earlobes trembling slightly.

With each chime of the distant sacred bell, a vein would bulge in Jiang Ye's neck.

She used her hand to embed the bronze fragment into the crack in the rock, and her modern knowledge of fluid mechanics automatically transformed into a route to break the formation in her mind: "Take thirty steps to the southwest, and follow my shadow."

The two moved along the mountain wall, which had been corroded into a honeycomb pattern by psionic energy. Ye Shuli's embroidered shoes precisely avoided all the cracks on the ground arranged according to the Fibonacci sequence.

As the seventh chime shook the rocks, she suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye and lunged to the left—three poisoned bronze caltrops grazed her hair and embedded themselves in the stone wall, forming an arithmetic sequence trap.

"A trigonometric function trap?" Jiang Ye stared at the hidden weapons distributed at 120 degrees, took out half a piece of osmanthus cake from his pocket, and flicked it.

The moment the moldy pastry touched the ground, mycelium grew wildly along the hidden spiritual energy patterns on the ground, revealing the spiritual energy circuit of the Big Dipper.

Ye Shuli's pupils suddenly contracted.

These traps clearly incorporated modern mathematical models, and she suddenly recalled the bronze compasses engraved with calculus symbols in the psionic observatory she had destroyed three days earlier.

A cold sweat-soaked back suddenly bumped into a warm chest. Jiang Ye wrapped her wrist with sugar threads and tossed her upwards: "Look down!"

Two intersecting platinum blades grazed her billowing skirt, severing the silver chain that bound her hair.

As her ink-black hair cascaded down, Ye Shuli spun in mid-air, her toes touching the sugar strands Jiang Ye had flung out, using the force to propel herself into the safe zone three zhang away.

The broken silver chain automatically reassembled in mid-air into a parabolic shape, guiding all eighteen subsequent hidden weapons into the mountain stream.

"Watch out!" Jiang Ye's exclamation rang out simultaneously with the sound of the mechanism activating.

Ye Shuli felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her modern crisis warning instinct reacted faster than her spiritual power—she rolled into a blind spot hidden by stalactites, and her right hand touched a rock engraved with the Klein bottle symbol.

However, Jiang Ye pounced on her even faster than she did.

The boy used his back to block the bronze spear array that suddenly pierced out from the ground, and spiderweb-like purple wounds instantly spread to his collarbone.

Ye Shuli smelled the scent of osmanthus mixed with the stench of blood, and saw him grinning with his blood-stained canine teeth: "Luckily... it didn't puncture the bag containing the osmanthus cakes..."

"Fool!" Ye Shuli tore off her clothes to bandage him, and suddenly stopped when her fingertips touched the packet of wound medicine wrapped in candy wrapper in his pocket.

The formula of these medicinal herbs was clearly a spiritual replica of modern sulfonamide drugs, and she finally confirmed that there were other transmigrators hidden in the psychic organization.

A mountain breeze carried the faint sound of gears turning, and Ye Shuli suddenly pushed Jiang Ye into the groove behind the stalactite.

The girl's blood-stained skirt fluttered without wind, and the hand seals she formed were standard computer programming gestures.

When she adjusted the spiritual energy fluctuations to the 5G frequency band, all the traps and mechanisms along the mountain path suddenly reversed.

"break!"

Three thousand platinum light blades shot back against the trajectory of the trap, and muffled groans echoed from the depths of the dense forest.

Twenty-seven members of the psionic organization were forced to reveal themselves. They wore bronze masks engraved with binary runes, and their weapons still bore traces of modern military modifications.

Jiang Ye coughed and threw sugar threads out of the crevice: "Wife, leave two alive for interrogation..."

"Too late." Ye Shuli stared at the smartwatch tattoo on a member's wrist, then suddenly pointed her fingers like a knife and slashed at the void.

The firewall constructed of spiritual energy traced back along the residual energy of the trap, exploding into a mushroom cloud-shaped energy cluster on the mountaintop three hundred meters away.

Applause rang out from the thick fog as the psionic leader slowly descended the steps formed by quantum entanglement.

The topological symbols on his bronze mask glowed with a bloody light, and the scepter in his hand was inlaid with the pocket watch that Ye Shuli lost when she traveled through time.

"Miss Ye's antivirus program is excellent." The leader's voice sounded like it had been altered with a voice changer. "Unfortunately, you only cleared the cache files."

Ye Shuli shielded the unconscious Jiang Ye behind her, her blood-stained fingers secretly drawing a non-Euclidean geometric model on the ground.

As the leader's scepter glowed with a steampunk aura reminiscent of the Nth Industrial Revolution, she suddenly laughed: "You think you can create models by peeking at my computer's browsing history?"

Suddenly, all the traps on the mountain started malfunctioning.

Those mechanisms that combined modern technology and spiritual power are now collapsing like dominoes—Ye Shuli had planted a logical dead loop virus when she broke the formation.

The vapor wave emanating from the leader's scepter faltered, and a hint of annoyance finally leaked from the breathing behind the mask.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ye Shuli lashed out a platinum thread that wrapped around Jiang Ye's waist, pulling him down into the ravine: "Remember, next time you secretly install spyware, remember to update the antivirus database!"

The moment the two fell into the thick fog, Ye Shuli heard the sound of the pocket watch gears spinning wildly backward.

The bells of the sacred site suddenly turned into the wailing of an air raid siren, and a spiritual vortex that transcended the rules of time and space was forming beneath their feet... Dense fog enveloped the two of them as they plunged into a deep ravine, and Ye Shuli's skirt shattered into butterfly wings in the spiritual vortex.

She grabbed Jiang Ye's bleeding shoulder with her other hand and noticed that the boy's pupils reflected countless rotating Klein bottle symbols.

"They reconstructed space using a Möbius strip." Ye Shuli's fingertips pierced Jiang Ye's wound, and with blood on them, she drew a Cartesian coordinate system in the void.

The instant the x-axis and y-axis coincided with the spiritual energy ripples, twenty-seven bronze masks emerged from the mist, forming a ring-shaped encirclement.

The psychic leader's scepter struck with a binary rhythm: "Miss Ye should understand that in an infinite loop, physical strength will be exhausted before wisdom."

"Like the encryption runes of your Third Elder?" Ye Shuli suddenly said "MD5 encryption" in classical Chinese, and the three members holding crossbows froze.

She took the opportunity to fling out a blood-stained silver chain, and the sound of the chain links clashing was exactly the same as a certain Morse code.

Jiang Ye suddenly raised the candy bag towards the masked man in the southeast: "Brother, is that osmanthus candy on your waist? Last time at the gambling den in Bianliang City..." Before he could finish speaking, the man's Adam's apple under his mask moved suspiciously twice.

The psychic leader's scepter immediately emitted a vapor wave, but it only shattered a fragment of the image—the wavering member had already shifted.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli injected spiritual power into her vocal cords: "Do you really believe that sacred objects can grant eternal life?" She raised a rock engraved with the symbol of the Klein bottle, and a star map projection of the psionic observatory suddenly appeared on its surface. "When these symbols are passed around within your organization, the seventh coordinate point is always missing."

The seven sword-wielding members suddenly stared at each other.

The psychic leader's scepter emitted a piercing buzz, and a young woman's voice suddenly came from behind one of the members' masks: "The bronze compass that was transported last month..."

"Shut up!" The leader's vaporwave shaved off half of the speaker's mask, revealing a jawline with a barcode tattoo.

Jiang Ye suddenly flicked out a strand of sugar that wrapped around the man's sword hilt: "Watch out for your back!"

In the chaos, Ye Shuli dragged Jiang Ye and crashed into the core of the spiritual energy vortex.

The boy coughed up blood and stuffed the osmanthus cake into her palm. The icing melted into a Fibonacci spiral in their clasped hands.

"Fifteen degrees southwest..." Ye Shuli's command was swallowed up by the sound of an explosion.

Jiang Ye suddenly flipped over and pinned her to the ground, his back taking the piercing force of three bronze spears.

The boy's scalding blood dripped onto her eyelids, yet he still managed a forced smile: "This time... it's candied osmanthus flavored..."

The vortex of spiritual energy suddenly emitted a clicking sound, like a hard drive being read.

Ye Shuli slammed the blood-stained osmanthus cake into the center of the vortex, causing a violent reaction between the modern preservatives and spiritual energy.

When the leader's scepter malfunctioned for the third time, she grabbed Jiang Ye and leaped into the suddenly appearing spacetime rift.

“Each of their attack waves is 2.718 seconds apart.” Ye Shuli bit her fingertip as she fell, using her blood to write the wave equation on Jiang Ye’s palm, “Wait until the stalactite shadow covers the sixth crack…”

Jiang Ye suddenly flipped over and threw her toward the safe zone, but he himself was hit in the left leg by the vapor wave.

The boy staggered as he wove a trigonometric shield in the air with sugar threads, then turned to her and winked: "Remember to leave me half a piece of mung bean cake for medical expenses."

When the twenty-eighth wave of spiritual energy struck, Ye Shuli suddenly realized that all the attacks were avoiding a certain stalactite.

She threw the bronze fragments at the steam vent of the chief's scepter, and in the instant of the metal impact, she deciphered the residual oscilloscope waveform.

"Now!" She grabbed Jiang Ye and lunged towards the moss-covered rock wall.

The vortex of spiritual energy suddenly emitted a bright light like a blue screen crash, and all the bronze weapons simultaneously emitted white smoke indicating an error.

The leader's roar, masked by his mask, was accompanied by static, and six of the twenty-seven members suddenly turned their weapons on their comrades.

Jiang Ye took the opportunity to flick the last three osmanthus candies in different directions.

The sugar granules traced a hyperbolic trajectory in the psionic field, precisely striking the seams of the masks of the three wavering members.

When the sixth traitor severed the spiritual energy supply line, the entire mountain's trap system suddenly began its self-destruct countdown.

"Let's go!" Ye Shuli grabbed Jiang Ye and rushed towards the holy land.

The boy's blood-stained sleeve was suddenly pulled by a spatial turbulence, revealing a spiritual energy monitoring ring on his wrist that was flashing red—the hidden injury he had sustained three days ago while testing medicine for her had recurred.

The bells of the holy site suddenly turned into the ticking of a heart monitor.

Just as the two were about to touch the barrier's light membrane, the psychic leader's scepter suddenly pierced through the spacetime rift, and the pocket watch at the top of the scepter began to spin wildly counterclockwise.

Ye Shuli slapped the blood-stained talisman with non-Euclidean geometric formulas onto the surface of the pocket watch.

When the ancient gears collided with quantum computing, the entire valley suddenly fell into an eerie silence—all psionic fluctuations froze at a singularity.

"Remember to update your antivirus program next time." She sneered at the leader's pixelated figure, then dragged Jiang Ye into the barrier rift.

The boy's sugar-coated fingers suddenly grabbed her wrist and stuffed the last half of the osmanthus cake between her teeth.

The moment the barrier closed, Ye Shuli tasted a sweet fragrance mixed with the smell of blood.

She turned her head and saw that the purple lines on Jiang Ye's collarbone had spread to his Adam's apple, while on the white jade steps of the holy land, some kind of spiritual mist bearing the mark of the Klein bottle was gathering into a new human shape.