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

Before the mist from the underground river had completely dried on her clothes, Ye Shuli's Ice Soul Fragment suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

Jiang Ye flicked three bronze coin nails with his backhand. The nail tips struck the invisible barrier and sparks flew. Twelve black shadows leaped down from the treetops, their cloaks embroidered with Udumbara flowers surging like waves in the moonlight.

"If you can't beat them, you tell their parents?" Jiang Ye wiped the blood scabs from his face with his sleeve, the bronze compass burning hot in his palm. "We haven't settled the score for the time you secretly buried the monitoring device."

The leader of the psionic organization strode over the fallen branches, his black iron mask reflecting the cold light of ice.

The array formed by the thirty-six black-robed figures behind him was drawing spiritual energy from the earth's veins. Suddenly, the ice crystal bracelet on Ye Shuli's wrist froze into a sharp prism—a sign that her spiritual energy was being suppressed.

"The Udumbara flower blooms for three hundred years," the leader's voice was like sandpaper polishing bronze, "Does this little girl really think she can change her destiny with a piece of ice?"

Ye Shuli held the Ice Soul fragment across her chest, and the trigonometric functions from her modern geometry class suddenly came to mind.

She conjured six ice shards from her fingertips, which shot out in different directions. Their seemingly chaotic trajectories precisely severed the point where the spiritual energy of the formation converged: "Jiang Ye!"

Seven feet in the Xun position!

Jiang Ye, who was about to pounce on the leader, twisted his waist abruptly, and the bronze compass surged three times in size the moment it left his hand, hitting the exact location calculated by Ye Shuli.

The sound of shattering glass echoed from the ground, and the array that suppressed spiritual power collapsed, allowing the ice crystal bracelet to once again flow with a deep blue light.

"Qiankun Liangyi Step!" Ye Shuli pulled Jiang Ye back three steps, and the scorched earth that his boots brushed against suddenly rose into an ice wall.

The three black-robed figures who rushed forward were unable to stop in time and crashed into the ice. They were frozen to the wall, looking like insects trapped in amber.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Ye threw out a cinnabar thread strung with copper coins. The hidden weapon, enhanced by modern physics and acceleration knowledge, drew an arc, tripping up the enemy who was trying to flank him.

He turned to Ye Shuli and grinned, "This parabolic attack is way more exciting than the 'Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers' technique the old man taught me!"

Suddenly, the leader shattered the ice wall with a flick of his sleeve, and the Udumbara flower totem under his black robe glowed with blood.

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted sharply—the totem pattern was exactly the same as the pattern that appeared when Jiang Ye recovered from his injuries, and the star map image from three hundred years ago once again stung her temples.

"Have you had enough fun?" As the leader spread his five fingers, spiritual energy from within a ten-mile radius surged wildly into his palm. "Let me show you the real..."

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar came from the direction of the underground river in the southeast.

The ground beneath everyone's feet trembled violently, and the star-patterned rubbing in Ye Shuli's arms suddenly became incredibly hot.

The ancient portrait in Jiang Ye's storage ring flew out automatically, and the soul-guiding lamp around the neck of the woman in the painting resonated with the bronze chain deep in the dark river.

The leader's movement of gathering spiritual power froze in mid-air, and his breathing under the mask suddenly became heavy.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Ye Shuli inserted the Ice Soul fragment into the center of Jiang Ye's bronze compass.

The modern chemical electrolysis principle activated the ancient ritual implement, and the burst of intense light, enveloped in icy mist, engulfed the entire mountain forest.

When the members of the Psionic Organization dispersed the ice mist, they only saw bronze coin nails gleaming with an eerie light arranged in a mocking smiley face pattern.

The leader crushed the boulder beside him, and a second loud crash from the direction of the underground river, as the chains snapped, shook the snow off the branches.

The vortex of spiritual energy gathered in the palm of the leader of the psionic organization suddenly expanded, and the dark red energy dyed the entire night sky into a blood mist.

The ice shield that Ye Shuli had just erected shattered into dust when it touched the edge of the vortex. Jiang Ye dragged her behind a half-charred tree stump, and the spot where the two of them had been standing was now blasted into a crater three zhang deep.

"It's time to end this game of hide-and-seek." The leader approached step by step, his footsteps treading on the cracked ground, eerie star patterns appearing on his black iron mask. "Hand over the star map rubbings, and we'll leave you with intact corpses."

Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then suddenly grabbed Ye Shuli's hand and pressed it to his chest: "Do you remember the Heart-Binding Mantra we found in the ancient tomb last month?" The blue light emanating from his fingertips mingled with the icy crystals on Ye Shuli's wrist. "Three, two..."

Before the countdown was over, the leader's spiritual blade had already pierced through the air and arrived.

Jiang Ye suddenly pushed Ye Shuli towards the ice pillar on the right, but he himself was thrown by the shockwave and crashed into the bronze compass.

Amidst the clanging of metal and the cracking of breaking ribs, he curled up among the wreckage of magical artifacts, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, yet still managing a bloodstained smile at Ye Shuli: "This wave of hatred was worth it..."

"Idiot!" Ye Shuli felt her temples throbbing, and the Ice Soul fragment suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented cold light.

The modern chemical formulas she had forcibly memorized rampaged through the spiritual veins, tearing a gap in the Udumbara flower totem that suppressed spiritual power.

As she slammed her palms into the ground, ice crystals grew wildly along trigonometric function trajectories, instantly solidifying into a geometric ice prison covered in sharp spikes.

The leader's movement of shattering the ice spikes was a beat too slow, and a small tear appeared on his left shoulder of his black robe.

A commotion arose among the black-robed onlookers—this was the first time they had seen their leader injured.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ye Shuli darted to Jiang Ye's side, icicles forming on her fingertips dripping with a spiritual liquid mixed with modern antibiotics: "Hold on, I'll be right there..."

“Take care of the old monster first.” Jiang Ye gripped her trembling wrist, the blood-stained bronze coins forming a fragmented hexagram in his palm. “There’s something strange about the Zhen position’s ley lines. Try using Ice Soul Resonance.”

As the thirty-six men in black robes reformed their formation, Jiang Ye suddenly threw a fragment of a bronze compass toward the southwest corner.

The moment the metal collided with the rock, he shouted to the young cultivators in the formation, "I heard that the psionic organization withheld supplies from the Eastern Continent branch last month?" The gray-haired cultivator who was forming hand seals trembled, and the spiritual power of the formation immediately weakened by three points.

The leader angrily swung his spiritual whip, but it was blocked by the dark river water curtain summoned by Ye Shuli.

She took the opportunity to insert the fragments of ice into the crack in the ground. The resonance principle of modern physics triggered a chain reaction, and the frozen soil within a radius of 100 meters exploded into ice crystals at the same time.

The six men in black robes were caught off guard and their ankles were frozen, completely throwing their formation into disarray.

"Those who stop now will be spared!" Jiang Ye stood up, clutching his bleeding ribs. Half a jade pendant slipped out from his blood-stained clothes. "Do you recognize this?"

The Jiang family of the Northern Territory has issued a pardon; those who submit will now receive double the cultivation resources!

The two men in black robes at the center of the formation exchanged a glance, then suddenly withdrew their spiritual power and retreated rapidly.

They had noticed that black energy was seeping from the wound on the leader's shoulder—a clear sign of demonic possession.

Seeing this, the others also began to hesitate, and the spiritual power of the formation dissipated at a visible speed.

"Traitor!" The leader's mask suddenly exploded into pieces, revealing a terrifying face covered in star-like spots.

His spiritual power surged to the point of distorting space, and the out-of-control energy tore the three black-robed men who couldn't retreat in time to pieces.

Ye Shuli pulled Jiang Ye back quickly, and the Ice Soul fragments began to crack due to overexertion.

Just as the raging vortex of spiritual energy was about to engulf the two, a humming sound of chains snapping suddenly came from the depths of the dark river.

An ancient pressure swept across the battlefield, and the spiritual power gathered by the leader melted away like snow under the scorching sun.

The star-patterned rubbing in Ye Shuli's arms unfolded automatically, and the ancient painting in Jiang Ye's storage ring floated in mid-air. The soul-guiding lamp of the woman in the painting was echoing the mysterious power in the direction of the dark river.

"Let's go!" Ye Shuli bit her fingertip and drew a benzene ring structure on the Ice Soul fragment, using modern chemical bonds to activate the final potential of the magical artifact.

Amidst the exploding icy mist, the teleportation array composed of bronze coin nails glowed faintly.

The moment the two figures disappeared, everyone heard a third loud crash from the depths of the dark river, as if chains were breaking, causing rocks to fall from the entire cliff.

The leader of the psionic organization stood amidst the chaos, his crimson pupils fixed on the direction of the dark river.

The star-like spots on his neck were spreading at an eerie speed, while a figure wearing a bronze Nuo mask quietly appeared at the edge of the cliff, holding a lantern that illuminated the dense bronze chains on the riverbed—two of which were already broken, revealing strange substances flowing with starlight inside.