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

The white jade steps of the psychic sanctuary gleamed with a bluish-gray hue under the moonlight.

Ye Shuli's heel crushed the psionic crystals that had solidified on the steps, and the crisp cracking sound pierced the deathly silence—eighty-one steps, each leaving a bloody footprint.

“They certainly know how to choose a viewing platform.” Jiang Ye wiped the icing from the corner of his mouth, the purple lines on his Adam’s apple gleaming metallically in the moonlight.

The boy casually tossed the leftover osmanthus cake wrapper into the oil paper, and the crumpled paper was suddenly shredded into dust by thirty-seven chains of spiritual energy in mid-air.

The leader of the psionic organization stepped out from the distorted spatial ripples, with a Klein bottle projection floating in reverse at the top of his scepter.

The twelve elite members stood in a Möbius strip formation, and the topological structure formed by the resonance of spiritual energy transformed the entire mountain into a Klein bottle-shaped enclosed space.

"Physics class representative, how do you solve this problem?" Jiang Ye's monitoring ring suddenly emitted a piercing beep, and the lines on his collarbone bulged three inches.

Ye Shuli spread her five fingers and pressed them against the blood-soaked waistband, and a three-dimensional projection of modern military fortifications spread out from her palm.

A spiritual shield with a sixty-four-sided fractal geometric structure instantly took shape, its surface refracting the infinitely looping light path inside the Klein bottle.

"Antivirus version 2.0." She bit her tongue and sprayed the fluid dynamics formula mixed with blood mist onto the center of the shield array.

The originally static shields suddenly began to undergo Brownian motion, and the torrent of psionic energy unleashed by the leader's scepter collided with the chaotically moving shield array, like a fist smashing into a high-speed rotating grinding wheel.

The formation of the organization members was delayed by 0.3 seconds.

Jiang Ye leaped up, stepping on the shattered light reflected from the shield, while icing frosting spilled from between his fingers, forming spiritual dust that obscured his vision.

Three bronze compasses slid out from the boy's blood-stained sleeve—modified from medical instrument parts he had secretly hidden three days ago when he was testing medicine on Ye Shuli.

"Try the acupuncture of the old Chinese medicine doctor!" The compass was embedded into the spiritual energy nodes of the three members, and the Klein bottle imprint under their armor suddenly began to rotate infinitely.

As Jiang Ye used the force to flip back into the defensive circle, half of his hair was cut off by the leader's spacetime turbulence.

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted as she discerned the fatal pattern in the enemy's formation shifts—every time the Klein bottle projection rotated to its seventh revolution, the spiritual energy supply to the third person on the right wing would be interrupted for a fraction of a second.

She gripped Jiang Ye's bleeding monitoring ring with her other hand and channeled her last reserves of spiritual energy into the lines on his neck.

"Give me twenty seconds." Jiang Ye suddenly stopped joking, and the purple lines on his Adam's apple spread down to his jaw.

The boy tore open his clothes, which were soaked in icing, and a network of spiritual energy, as intricate as a chip circuit, emerged from his heart.

Ye Shuli's defensive shield array began to collapse, and the fractal structure was swallowed up by the infinite curved surface of the Klein bottle.

She tore off the blood-stained hem of her skirt and wrote the final barrier using non-Newtonian fluid formulas.

When the leader's scepter shattered the reconstructed shield for the eighth time, Jiang Ye's spiritual veins suddenly erupted with a burst of intense light, like a gamma-ray burst.

The boy's bloodied fingertips touched the back of Ye Shuli's neck: "Now!"

Twenty Klein mirrors suddenly appeared on the white jade steps, refracting Jiang Ye's burst of spiritual energy into sharp blades that pierced through the Möbius strip formation.

Ye Shuli squinted in the bright light and saw a humanoid figure of spirit mist constantly reassembling deep within the holy land reflected in the mirror—the outline of that thing was becoming clearer and clearer.

In the projection of the shattered Klein bottle, the leader's scepter suddenly split into countless self-replicating gears.

Ye Shuli gripped the blood-stained cloth inscribed with the formula, precisely locking onto that one-thousandth of a second flaw amidst the temporal turbulence—

Ye Shuli's Blood Cloth Formula suddenly lit up with a red light.

The blood droplets drifting in the turbulent flow of time and space suddenly froze, refracting the shattered facets of millions of Klein bottles.

“The topological structure will form a ring-shaped crack during the seventh superposition.” She stared at the gears that had split off from the leader’s scepter, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye’s bleeding monitoring ring and slammed it to the ground.

Metal fragments transformed into mathematical symbols within the torrent of psionic energy, precisely embedding themselves into the Möbius strip array eye beneath the leader's feet.

The screams of the psionic members were distorted into a sharp buzzing sound.

Ye Shuli's boots glowed with hardened light patterns unique to non-Newtonian fluids as she charged forward, stepping on the solidified psionic ripples.

Twelve afterimages appeared simultaneously in spatial folds of different dimensions, each phantom's fingertips flashing with armor-piercing auras from military combat techniques.

"You're using icing sugar as an interferon?" Jiang Ye coughed up blood and laughed, flicking three spirit energy bullets filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers from his fingertips.

The sugar crystals from the explosion instantly covered the battlefield, and Ye Shuli's afterimage split into more indistinguishable attack routes within the sweet mist.

The psionic leader's gear scepter suddenly stopped.

He was shocked to realize that his superdimensional defenses were stuck to the drive shaft by sugar crystals—these seemingly harmless dessert residues actually formed a viscous damping effect in four-dimensional space.

Ye Shuli's true form flashed out from the time folds behind him, and a military dagger, imbued with the cutting formula of Riemannian geometry, precisely pierced the psionic hub of his seventh vertebra.

“You need to upgrade your defense system.” Ye Shuli turned the hilt of her sword, and fractal cracks spread along the leader’s spiritual energy circuit.

She kicked away the falling core of the opponent's scepter, and the Klein bottle projection shattered into topological fragments that shimmered with blue light in the air.

Jiang Ye's monitoring ring fragments suddenly floated and reassembled, forming a temporary spiritual power amplifier in his palm.

The boy, his hand stained with blood, gripped the device and fired a jamming wave, infused with sugar frosting, at the crumbling organization members: "Close the net!"

The six surviving elites crashed into the self-closing Möbius strip barrier, turning the enclosed space they had created into their own prison.

Ye Shuli wiped away the blood beads that had congealed on her eyelashes and watched as the leader knelt before the white jade steps, convulsing—those self-replicating gears were devouring his spiritual veins in the opposite direction.

“You had it all planned out…” The leader’s pupils began to reflect the infinite refraction of a Klein bottle.

“Starting from your third formation change.” Ye Shuli shattered the last gear core, the non-Newtonian fluid barrier on the sole of her boot scattering the backlash psionic energy into stardust. “A true antivirus program needs a decoy system.”

The scattered members of the psionic organization transformed into streaks of light and fled towards the sky, only to be swallowed up by a suddenly appearing sacred barrier when they touched the edge of the mountain.

Jiang Ye ripped open his collar, which was stained with sugar and blood, revealing purple lines that had spread from his collarbone to his chest: "The Guardian is about to awaken."

The white jade steps that had been trembling in the sacred place were suddenly enveloped in a mist of spiritual energy.

The bloody footprints that had crystallized began to flow backward, merging back into the wound on Ye Shuli's waist along the steps.

The two exchanged a glance and rushed toward the closing gates of the holy site.

"Wait!" The Healing Master's voice pierced through the spiritual mist.

The white-haired old man tossed a medicine pouch out from the distorted space, saying, "Use the gamma function to harmonize psionic energy..."

The medicine pouch vaporized the moment it touched the sacred ground's barrier, and Jiang Ye instinctively raised his hand to catch the dissipating medicinal mist.

Ye Shuli dragged him through the closing door, and behind them came the sigh of the Healing Master, whose barrier had blocked their path.

The swirling psionic fog inside the door suddenly materialized into countless mirrors.

Jiang Ye's neck lines suddenly vibrated like an alarm, and the two of them saw a strange scene reflected in the mirror at the same time—three breaths ago they were still standing outside the door, raising their weapons towards the back of the neck in opposite directions.

The bluish-gray moonlight in the holy land suddenly turned blood red.

Ye Shuli clutched the blood-stained cloth inscribed with formulas, only to discover unfamiliar handwriting on it that did not belong to her: Welcome to the Mirror Corridor.