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

The metal fragment bounced twice in the starlight, and the bronze pattern on the back of Ye Shuli's neck suddenly became scorching hot.

As she pressed her hand against the back of her neck, the three mutated psionic spirits opened their mouths, which were filled with sharp teeth.

"Take three steps back!" Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed her and pulled her to the left and back to dodge.

The ground where they were standing suddenly exploded with spiderweb-like cracks, and dark purple energy, wrapped in rubble, gushed out.

The moment Ye Shuli unfolded her psionic wings, seventeen azure light blades burst forth from the tips of her wings.

Two of the psionic spirits were shattered into pieces, but they reformed into an even larger outline within the black mist.

She stared at the dark red patterns in those electronic pupils and suddenly remembered the quantum entanglement phenomenon she had seen in the laboratory before her transmigration.

"Here you go!" Jiang Ye tossed the bronze compass over.

In the instant the pointer trembled wildly, Ye Shuli grabbed the last psionic spirit by the neck and used the edge of the compass to slash open its translucent chest—the dark purple crystal core hidden in its core vaporized, enveloped in a bronze glow.

The black fog suddenly froze.

The remaining two elves emitted piercing electronic shrieks, but froze when they saw Ye Shuli's unfolded wings.

The patterns on the psionic wings behind her resonated with the bronze compass, and golden threads emerged from the azure light.

"So this is the correct way to crack it." Jiang Ye bent down to pick up the chip fragments, and the eerie light on its surface suddenly spread from his fingertips to his entire body.

A bronze-colored code flashed in his pupils, and he blurted out, "These elves are quantum terminals that have been reverse-contaminated by the Guardian Core!"

Just as Ye Shuli was about to ask further questions, the ground suddenly trembled violently.

A series of whooshing sounds came from afar, and twelve figures wearing silver-gray masks descended from all directions.

The leader's psionic badge glowed with blood; it belonged to the third squad of the psionic organization that had hunted them down three months ago.

"Looks like the mice have found a new toy." Ye Shuli tossed the compass back to Jiang Ye, and with a light flap of her wings, she stirred up a hurricane of spiritual energy.

Her new abilities, gained from her first real combat experience after awakening, surged through her meridians, and she could even clearly sense the trajectory of each enemy's psionic energy flow.

Three poisoned arrows shot from different angles.

Ye Shuli didn't even lift her eyelids; the azure stardust that fell from her feather tip automatically formed a diamond-shaped shield.

The moment the light arrow shattered, she suddenly appeared behind the attacker in the front row, her movement of crushing the opponent's shoulder blade with one hand so fast that it was just a blur.

"Impossible!" The mask of the spirit mage in the back row cracked. "She was clearly only a mid-stage spirit mage when we last fought!"

Jiang Ye leaned against the rock and whistled, toying with the bronze compass in his hand: "I suggest you reassess your intelligence system—by the way, the guy on the right's spirit-binding chain is loose."

As Ye Shuli crushed the third attacker's knee, the sky was suddenly torn apart.

A man clad in heavy black iron armor stepped out from the dark red vortex of psionic energy, each step causing the ground to sink by half an inch.

The bronze bell hanging from his waist resonated with the lines on the back of Ye Shuli's neck, sending a sharp pain straight to the top of her head.

"The gifts of the psychic holy land are indeed well-deserved." The leader's voice was like sandpaper rubbing against rock. "Unfortunately, awakening is not the same as control, just like..." He suddenly appeared above the two, his greatsword crackling with crimson lightning as it slashed down, "A young tiger with sharp teeth!"

The moment Ye Shuli pushed Jiang Ye away, her psionic wings enveloped the two of them, transforming them into streaks of light as they retreated.

In the deep crater where they had stood, dark red electricity was corroding the remaining bronze glow.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and discovered that the crystal core embedded in the other party's greatsword was of the same origin as the Guardian Chip.

“Three minutes.” Jiang Ye suddenly lowered his voice, his fingertips flashing the countdown projected on the bronze compass. “The window of opportunity before the Holy Land barrier restarts.”

Ye Shuli chuckled upon hearing this, and the golden patterns on her wings suddenly began to move.

As the power of the sacred land's origin she absorbed during her awakening surged within her body, she finally understood what those ancient runes floating in her sea of ​​consciousness meant.

As the leader raised her greatsword again, a second pair of wings, entirely composed of a bronze glow, suddenly unfurled from her back.

Ye Shuli's wings trembled, producing a sharp whooshing sound, and the wings formed from bronze light suddenly shot out hundreds of golden threads.

The moment the leader of the psionic organization parried with his sword, the dark purple crystal core embedded in the sword began to uncontrollably release energy.

“Your sword is afraid.” Ye Shuli’s fingertips brushed against the edge of the heavy sword, and bronze patterns spread from her skin to the other’s weapon.

The leader's pupils contracted sharply as he clearly saw the patterns devouring the sacred energy stored within the crystal core.

The crimson lightning suddenly reversed direction, and when the leader retreated, his black iron heavy armor was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The twelve members of the organization simultaneously activated the binding array, but the dark red chains that rose from the ground melted into molten iron when they touched the azure wings.

Ye Shuli flipped in mid-air to avoid the three attacks, and her toes touched the ripples in the void, turning the spiritual energy fluctuations into physical steps.

Jiang Ye suddenly threw the bronze compass into the air: "Shu Li, Northwest Qian position!" The rotating compass projected a bronze star map, which perfectly enveloped the two spirit masters who were preparing to launch a sneak attack.

Ye Shuli snapped her fingers knowingly, and the star map patterns suddenly contracted, rendering the two people unable to move as if they were insects entangled in an invisible spider web.

"You think..." The leader wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly plunged his heavy sword into the ground. "Invincible below the God Realm?" The dark purple crystal core exploded, and the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius suddenly fell into chaos.

Ye Shuli felt the surging power of the sacred land's origin within her meridians begin to flow backward, and her second pair of bronze wings trembled violently and uncontrollably.

Jiang Ye suddenly rushed into the energy turbulence, and the core of the compass in his palm lit up with an unprecedented silver-white light: "Do you still remember the quantum anchor point the guardian mentioned?" He bit his tongue hard and spat blood onto the compass, and the chaotic psionic field suddenly froze for a moment.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Ye Shuli crossed her wings into a cross and slashed out a crescent moon arc of gold and blue.

Fragments of the leader's heavy armor fluttered like black butterflies, revealing a gruesome wound on his chest inlaid with three Guardian chips.

Just as Ye Shuli was about to give chase, the chips suddenly detached automatically, forming a miniature defense matrix in the air. "We will meet again," the leader's voice faded as his body became ethereal, "when the Bronze Sacred Runes devour your soul..."

The remaining members of the psionic organization scattered and fled in all directions, but when they touched the edge of the barrier, they were twisted into particles of light by the suddenly revived holy land energy.

Jiang Ye caught the compass that fell from mid-air and found a chain-like crack on the back.

"The arrangement of the chips on his chest," Ye Shuli said, her wings folding into a starlight shawl as she landed, "is exactly the same as the remains of the guardians we saw in the Holy Land." She bent down and picked up a fragment of a dark purple crystal core, which melted into bloody liquid with a fishy smell in her palm.

Jiang Ye suddenly pulled open her collar, pressing his fingertips against the scorching bronze pattern: "That move just now consumed too much energy; the color of the holy pattern below your collarbone has faded." As he spoke, he took out a white jade bottle from a hidden compartment in his belt and carefully applied a pine-scented ointment to the pattern.

Ye Shuli slapped his hand away and was about to speak when a clear, ethereal bell sound suddenly came from afar.

The energy dome formed by the complete revival of the sacred land's barrier is shrinking, and countless bronze-colored light spots are spreading out like star trails from the path they came from.

"It's time to go." Jiang Ye shoved the compass into her hand, but then suddenly stumbled and grabbed a rock for support.

A deep wound had appeared on his back, and dark red energy could be faintly seen eroding his meridians between the torn flesh.

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted, and her wings suddenly spread out, enveloping the two of them in a cocoon of light: "When were you injured?" Her question was trembling without her even realizing it. As her palm pressed against Jiang Ye's wound, golden threads forcibly drew away the dark red energy.

"When the leader detonated the crystal core..." Jiang Ye forced a smile on his pale face, "I was originally going to be your human shield." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, and the blood droplets leaking from between his fingers actually condensed in mid-air into the shape of a miniature bronze compass.

As the healing ointment began to take effect, a strange resonance suddenly came from the end of the star trails.

The lines on the back of Ye Shuli's neck and the blood bead in Jiang Ye's palm lit up at the same time, and the pointer of the bronze compass floating between the two began to spin wildly, finally settling at a 15-degree angle to the left of the return route.

Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed, "Looks like someone doesn't want us to get home safely."