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

The double helix structure composed of bronze coin nails rotated slowly in the morning light, and Ye Shuli pressed the ice crystal microscope into her palm.

The crimson star map refracted by the northern glaciers is shrinking, leaving her with only three days.

"The headquarters of the psychic organization is downstream of the Chishui River." Jiang Ye chewed on the glowing braised meat, the bronze coin nails suddenly shattering into thin lines pointing southeast. "Old Xiao said they're experts at cultivating spiritual veins at the bottom of rivers."

On the seventh hour after the two began their journey on the wind, thirty-six walls of water suddenly rose up on the river.

Each water wall reflected the scene of Ye Shuli's laboratory from her previous life, and the superconducting solution in the beaker resonated with the spiritual energy in her dantian.

"Welcome to the Hall of Reverse Scales." The phantom of the leader of the psionic organization seeped out from the water wall.

The scales on his black robe were actually miniature nuclear fusion rings, and twelve suspended bronze bells emitted infrasound waves that caused Jiang Ye's ears and nose to bleed.

Ye Shuli conjured an ice crystal shield at her fingertips: "We need to use the Holy Land to complete our awakening."

"Transmigrators are not qualified to touch the core of a spiritual vein." The leader raised his hand, transforming the water wall into a waterfall of liquid nitrogen. Cracks instantly appeared all over Ye Shuli's protective shield. "Three months ago, the spiritual energy surge you triggered caused us to lose twenty Spirit Explorers."

Jiang Ye suddenly tossed out three bronze coin nails, their tips precisely wedged into the sound wave gaps of the bell: "Old relic, want to try modern physics?" He pulled open his shirt, revealing his chest covered in graphene patches. "Shu Li's star map can reassemble spiritual vein particles with a success rate of 67.3%—that's the conclusion she reached after calculating all night."

Three members wearing psionic suppressors surfaced from underwater.

Ye Shuli recognized the dark pattern on their uniforms as the topological diagram of the laboratory safety rules from her previous life.

She decisively projected the star map onto the ice crystals, and the molecular formula of the superconducting solution perfectly overlapped with the fluctuations of the spiritual veins.

"Please look, everyone." Ye Shuli pricked her fingertip, and the blood bead unfolded into a three-dimensional projection in the psionic field. "The psionic tides sealed by the Holy Land erupt every twelve years, and my awakening can establish a permanent balancing device." The blood bead suddenly split into a double helix structure, completely consistent with the model Jiang Ye had previously created.

A young member's mask suddenly shattered, revealing his burned right cheek: "The tidal surge three months ago... my spirit beast..."

"Traitor!" Two liquid tungsten chains flew out from the leader's head, but before they could touch Ye Shuli, they were twisted into a metallic mist by three bronze coin nails.

Jiang Ye coughed up blood and laughed, "Old man, your tungsten chain isn't pure enough for the nano-level spiritual energy cutting you just learned."

The eleven members silently retreated behind Ye Shuli, and the suppressors on their bodies simultaneously lit up with blue light.

The leader, enraged, laughed coldly, and the nuclear fusion ring on his black robe began to spin faster: "Then I'll show you the true power of psionic energy."

The entire Chishui River suddenly overflowed into the sky, and tens of thousands of tons of river water collapsed into a water sphere with the density of a neutron star in the psionic field.

Ye Shuli's ice crystal shield shattered with a teeth-grinding sound. She pressed the star map into Jiang Ye's back: "Take them to set up the Twenty-Eight Mansions Formation!"

Jiang Ye's meridians burst forth with blue light, and the bronze coin nails automatically arranged themselves into a radio telescope array.

The psychic energy of the eleven members converged through graphene patches, projecting a phantom image of a giant particle collider onto the riverbed.

"Three minutes!" Ye Shuli endured the heavy pressure of the water sphere and etched the parameters of the magnetic confinement device from her previous life's laboratory into the ice crystal.

Her skirt was torn into quantum-state flocculent material by psychic energy, and the psychic energy vortex in her dantian began to rotate in reverse.

The leader suddenly ripped off a scale from his chest, and the blue light of the nuclear fusion ring turned dark red: "You think psionic awakening is child's play?" The scale that was thrown out transformed into quark-gluon plasma, and lattice cracks appeared in the space it passed through.

Ye Shuli's ice crystal microscope finally resolved the last 0.3% of the spiritual vein structure, only to see her own reflection on the scales quantizing and dissipating.

She grabbed two wisps of free-floating psionic energy with her bare hands, and suddenly heard the low-frequency hum of the guardian of the holy land in her ears.

The moment the quantized fingertip touched the free-state spiritual energy, seventy-two string-shaped ripples exploded before Ye Shuli's eyes.

Jiang Ye's flying figure crashed into the last three bronze coin nails, and blood droplets splattered on the ice surface where liquid nitrogen had solidified, burning out charred holes.

“Calculation error.” Ye Shuli mechanically wiped away the psychic liquid that had spilled from the corner of her mouth, the success rate of 67.3% pulsating on her retina was plummeting.

The fusion ring of the psionic leader expanded into a prominence-like arc of light, while the water sphere, compressed to the density of a neutron star, emitted a humming sound of spatial distortion.

Jiang Ye propped himself up with the broken bronze coin nail, the graphene patch burning honeycomb-like scorch marks on his chest: "The promised Twenty-Eight Mansions Formation..." He coughed up blood clots mixed with metal fragments, then suddenly flung out a fragment of a bronze bell hidden in his sleeve, "Here!"

The acoustic wave phase difference is 3.14!

Ye Shuli caught the scorching metal sheet with her bare hands, and the acoustic resonance data from her previous life's laboratory automatically appeared in the ice crystal microscope.

She pressed the fragment into her left arm, which was undergoing quantization. Suddenly, the roar of a particle collider rang out in the white mist generated by the collision of psionic fluid and liquid nitrogen.

“Stubborn to the end!” The leader ripped off the second scale, and dark red quark-gluon plasma pierced Jiang Ye’s right shoulder.

The young man stumbled and bumped into the phantom image of the particle collider projected on the riverbed, his bloodied fingertips leaving crooked fingerprints on the control panel.

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted sharply.

The vortex of psionic energy rotating in reverse at her dantian suddenly stopped. The burning pain from the laboratory explosion in her previous life overlapped with the pain at this moment—that accident caused her to lose three assistants, while Jiang Ye was smiling at her in the quantum-decomposed blood mist.

The ice crystal shield shattered with a deafening roar.

Ye Shuli's black hair stood upright in the psionic field, and dark matter crystals condensed from the tattered hem of her skirt.

She tore apart the collapsing water sphere with her bare hands, and the double helix structure in her palm decomposed the heavy water, which was as dense as a neutron star, into a stream of deuterium-tritium particles.

"Who gave you permission to touch him!"

The rampaging psionic energy shattered all the liquid tungsten chains.

Ye Shuli teleported to the leader by stepping on the spatial lattice cracks, and the star map flowing in the ice crystal microscope directly pierced the nuclear fusion ring in the leader's chest.

The suppressors of all eleven members simultaneously emitted blue light, and the backflowing water of the Chishui River suddenly returned to calm.

The leader of the psionic organization was astonished to find that the scales on his black robe were fading to grayish-white.

The quantum flocculent material surrounding Ye Shuli formed a Möbius strip, which completely devoured the quark-gluon plasma he released.

“That’s enough.”

The low-frequency hum shook the icicles off both sides of the riverbank.

The guardian of the holy land, which appeared in mid-air, resembled a flowing Klein bottle, with twelve sets of bronze bells colliding within it, producing sounds at the frequency of gravitational waves.

Just as the leader was about to throw out the third scale, he froze in place. Suddenly, the nuclear fusion ring on his chest broke free of control, turned into a point of light, and disappeared into the guardian's phantom.

"The Awakened One has been verified through the blood sacrifice." The Guardian's voice caused hexagonal ripples to spread across the water. "The psionic tide will reach its peak in seven minutes."

Ye Shuli staggered and knelt down beside Jiang Ye.

The graphene patch on the young man's chest is dissolving, and his right shoulder, burned by quark gluons, shows a strange crystalline wound.

She pressed the star chart against the edge of her wound, her voice trembling, but the precise surgical data from her past life became blurred by her tears.

"67.3%..." Jiang Ye poked the ends of her hair, which were covered in condensed quantum flocculent matter, with his still-functioning left hand. "You won the bet, didn't you..."

A beam of traction suddenly shot out from the Guardian's body.

As Ye Shuli picked up Jiang Ye and leaped into the pillar of light, she caught a glimpse of the leader of the psionic organization reassembling his scattered scales. The topological diagram on his black robe had turned a warning blood red.

The air in the holy land carries a unique tingling sensation due to the piezoelectric effect.

Just as Ye Shuli laid Jiang Ye flat on the glowing moss, the surrounding psionic energy fluctuations suddenly materialized into a honeycomb-shaped attack array.

Twelve psionic energy sprites detached from the crystal cluster, their wingbeats synchronized with the crystallization speed of Jiang Ye's wound.

"Don't move." Ye Shuli pressed down on Jiang Ye, who was trying to get up, and the ice crystal microscope automatically analyzed the elf's flight trajectory.

She tore off the remaining quantum flocculent material and threw it into the air. The parameters of the magnetic confinement device from her previous life were reorganized into a cage structure in the psionic field.

The swarm of elves crashed into the invisible barrier, emitting a high-pitched shriek.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli injected the star map into the energy node of the holy land, but when she turned around, she ran into Jiang Ye's burning gaze.

The young man's blood-stained left hand was tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, and the psionic fluid seeping from between his fingers glowed with a pale blue light.

“Every time you calculate the probability…” Jiang Ye’s smile, contorted with pain, carried a familiar mockery, “you’re always underestimating it; you’ll go crazy if you don’t…”

As the Healing Master tumbled down the Klein bottle-shaped passage, he witnessed Ye Shuli crushing the core of the last elf with her bare hands.

Firefly-like specks of light flew from the old man's linen sleeve, precisely embedding themselves in the crystalline lattice surrounding Jiang Ye's wound: "The psionic tide will last three minutes!"

Ye Shuli's steps toward the core area suddenly stopped.

Klein bottle-shaped raindrops began to fall from the dome of the holy site, each droplet containing a double-helix structure of psionic energy.

She pressed the ice crystal microscope to her heart, and the safety rules of her past life's laboratory suddenly resonated with the seal of the sacred site.

"wait for me."

Jiang Ye's shouts were swallowed up by the surging tide of psionic energy.

The moment Ye Shuli stepped into the core pillar of light, she saw her quantized figure overlapping with the star map from twelve years ago.

Amidst the excruciating pain of the psionic fluid flowing back into her meridians, she clearly heard the clicking sound of the magnetic restraint device activating from her dantian.

Suddenly, a loud explosion of spatial collapse came from outside the holy site.

Upon completing her awakening, Ye Shuli raised her hand and conjured a black hole-shaped vortex of spiritual energy, only to find that the healing master, who should have been guarding her side, was staring at the trembling firefly-like lights—the spiritual beings that were healing Jiang Ye were frantically crashing into the cage-like barrier.

"The tidal peak has passed." The Guardian's voice was accompanied by an unusual spatial tremor.

As Ye Shuli helped the pale-faced Jiang Ye up, the glowing moss in the sacred land was extinguishing in patches, and a wave of energy beyond the nuclear fusion ring energy level came from the depths of the earth.

Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed her wrist.

In the young man's still-healing palm, fragments of bronze coin nails were pieced together to form two distorted Chinese characters: "Be careful."

A string-like crack appeared in the dome of the sacred site, and the last glowing moss to go out reflected the eerie starry sky of the outside world—where the North Star should be, a blood-red triple sun disc was now suspended.