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

The blood mist from the explosion on Jiang Ye's left shoulder stained half of his sleeve red.

Ye Shuli slammed the Thunder Pattern Blade into the attacker's throat with her backhand, and glimpsed the phoenix petals on the Spirit Pearl Sensor's fingertips reconstructing a topological model—a projection of the Riemann Hypothesis that the mysterious visitor had drawn on the reef with tea last night.

"Watch out for the balance point!" she shouted at Jiang Ye, using this modern mechanical concept, and the star map scroll unfurled in response, displaying an array of Klein bottles.

The slime of the cursed creatures is corroding the mangrove roots, and the entire beach is undergoing non-Euclidean geometric deformation.

The Spirit Pearl Sensor suddenly pressed the petals into his chest.

A dark purple psionic wave, shaped like a Möbius strip, struck, and Ye Shuli's birthmark instantly burned beyond the critical threshold.

She instinctively raised the meteorite fragments for defense, but the ring-shaped energy field penetrated her defenses—the dizziness felt like being stuffed into a centrifuge.

Jiang Ye kicked away two cultivators wielding knives, and his wolfhound teeth bit the wrist of the third attacker.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ye Shuli stagger backward, so he swung his bronze bell to deflect the second wave of spiritual energy. "You fucking court death!" He gritted his teeth, forcefully channeling his early-stage spiritual power into the meridians of his legs.

The Spirit Pearl Sensory One lightly retreated to the edge of the entropy-increasing vortex, a mocking smile seeping from his long gray hair: "An ant trying to shake a tree." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ye suddenly kicked off the reef and turned back, his wolf-dog teeth precisely severing the storage bag strap of a cultivator five meters away.

Hundreds of explosive talismans exploded like a shower of flowers, throwing the attackers into chaos.

Ye Shuli seized this seven-second gap.

She pressed the tip of her tongue against her palate, recalling the balance training methods used by Parkinson's patients, and forcibly used modern neurological principles to combat the aftershocks of psychic energy.

The three-dimensional coordinate system on the star chart scroll suddenly locked onto the Tan Zhong acupoint of the Spirit Pearl Sensor—there was an unclosed gap in a Klein bottle there.

"Here's Newton's Third Law for you!" She arranged the three meteorite fragments into a regular tetrahedron, using the waves stirred up by the cursed creature to amplify her psionic energy.

When the silver-blue beam pierced the right chest of the Spirit Pearl Sensor, the entire island's topology emitted a mournful sound like metal breaking.

The cultivator leader's bronze axe cleaved through the thick fog.

Ye Shuli took three steps back to dissipate the impact of the air blast and discovered that her opponent's every step was precisely placed on the Fibonacci spiral line.

The sea breeze suddenly carried the smell of sulfur, and the star map scroll trembled violently in her palm—the resonance frequency of the spirit pearl three thousand meters underground was breaking through the safety threshold.

Jiang Ye wiped the blood from his eyes.

He saw the space behind the leader begin to resemble a Klein bottle, with the poisoned darts that should have fallen rearranging themselves against the laws of gravity.

Ye Shuli's birthmark had been burned to a dark gold color, and her knuckles, gripping the Thunder Pattern Blade tightly, had turned white from excessive force.

Blood droplets condensed in the sea mist cleaved by the bronze axe, and Ye Shuli crushed half a piece of coral as she retreated.

The leader's every step landed precisely on the Fibonacci spiral, and the bronze axe made a crisp sound like shattering glass as it sliced ​​through the air.

"Three o'clock!" Jiang Ye swung out the bronze bell to deflect the air blade aimed at Ye Shuli's back, but was himself thrown into the pile of rocks by the aftershock.

As the rubble slashed his neck, he grabbed a piece of basalt and smashed it against the attacker's knee.

The burning pain from Ye Shuli's birthmark suddenly intensified, which made her detect the abnormal fluctuations in the spiritual veins of the leader's right arm.

As the bronze axe cleaved through the air near her ear for the seventh time, she suddenly abandoned her defense and plunged the lightning-patterned blade deep into the distorting sand.

"Now!" she shouted to Jiang Ye. Suddenly, three glowing vines shot out from the seabed and wrapped around the leader's ankles.

This is the psionic trap they set up last night, a binding device made from seaweed and modern electromagnetic principles.

Jiang Ye's surprise attack from the side was as cunning as a sea serpent.

He deliberately channeled his spiritual energy into his vocal cords to produce a piercing shriek. This interference method, which combined the principles of ultrasound, caused the leader to experience a 0.3-second moment of disorientation.

The wolfhound's teeth scraped across the ancient patterns on the surface of the bronze axe, sparking dark red flames on the metal.

Ye Shuli seized this fleeting opening.

She twisted her body into the reverse joint angle used in yoga practice, and the spiritual energy needles condensed from her fingertips precisely pierced the leader's elbow acupoint, Tianjing.

Her modern anatomical knowledge allowed her to understand the distribution patterns of spiritual energy nodes better than the indigenous people.

"Crack!"

The moment the leader's right arm went limp, the spiritual pressure of the entire sea trembled.

The suspended poison darts suddenly went out of control and rained down on the two people in the safe zone three meters away.

Jiang Ye, panting heavily, dragged Ye Shuli behind the rocks and noticed that the blood seeping from her sleeve had an eerie indigo blue hue.

"His wound is poisoned?" Jiang Ye pulled open her sleeve faster than tearing off a talisman, but the healing light that shone from his fingertips was suddenly stopped.

Ye Shuli used her teeth to tear the hair tie around her upper arm. "Let's get out of the radiation zone first." She pointed to the Klein bottle force field spreading on the beach, the distorted spatial folds already beginning to devour the rubble.

As the two retreated from the battlefield using the receding tide, Jiang Ye suddenly stuffed something into her palm.

It was half a piece of osmanthus cake stained with blood, wrapped tightly in oil paper—clearly the dry rations he had secretly hidden before setting off this morning.

"To replenish blood sugar," he said matter-of-factly, though a suspicious blush appeared on the tips of his ears.

When Ye Shuli took a bite of the pastry, she tasted a sweet, fishy flavor that even the sea breeze couldn't dispel.

The roar of a cursed creature echoed from deep within the mangrove forest.

Ye Shuli stroked the suddenly hot edge of the star map scroll, recalling the bronze lamp that had been floating between the two of them when the mysterious visitor delivered the mission three days ago—the wick of the lamp was clearly burning with spiritual fire, but the shadow cast on the reef was the shape of a shadowless lamp in a modern operating room.

“His Riemann Hypothesis model is flawed,” she suddenly spoke, tracing a non-closed surface in the air with her fingertip. “That topological structure from last night simply couldn’t maintain the resonance of the Spirit Pearl for long.”

Jiang Ye was wiping the wolfhound's teeth with the corner of his clothes when he heard this and suddenly sneered: "You just realized that?"

The old man's eyes darted to the upper right corner seven times as he spoke; he always did this when he lied. He flicked the bronze bell with his finger, wisps of black mist seeping from its subtle patterns. "The casting technique of this bell is clearly that of the Chishui tribe, which went extinct thirty years ago."

A dark purple miasma suddenly spread over my ankles.

Just as Ye Shuli was about to remind him, Jiang Ye had already thrown out three lightning talismans to blast away the cursed creature that was rushing towards him.

The monster that appeared this time was covered with compound eyes, each eyeball rotating in a different dimension, and the vegetation wherever the slime dripped was carbonized.

"The weakness is..." Before Ye Shuli could finish speaking, Jiang Ye dragged her into the crevice.

He groaned as his back slammed against the stone wall, a muffled "I know" mixed in with the words, as the wolfhound's fangs had already slashed his wrist, spilling beads of blood.

The strong smell of blood caused the cursed creatures to turn away en masse.

Jiang Ye darted out of the cover like a cheetah, deliberately channeling his spiritual energy into his feet to create the illusion of thunderous roars.

The moment all seventeen compound eyes locked onto him, Ye Shuli's lightning-patterned blade transformed into a streak of light.

The combination of modern sniping tactics and ancient martial arts techniques resulted in terrifying precision.

Each blade pierced two to three compound eyes. Ye Shuli even used the momentum of the cursed creatures' attack to turn their claws into weapons that would puncture the eyes of their own kind.

As the last cursed creature turned to ashes in the psionic explosion, Jiang Ye was wiping the slime off his face with the hem of his shirt. "Could you use a different tactic next time that won't disfigure me?" he complained, pointing to the scrape on his left cheek, while his hand steadily supported Ye Shuli's trembling arm.

The star map scroll suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

Looking at the Klein bottle projection appearing on the surface of the birthmark, Ye Shuli finally realized that the star map coordinates given by the mysterious visitor were wrong—all the positioning points fell on a non-orientable two-dimensional manifold, which meant that they were not tracking a spirit orb with a fixed location at all.

“We’ve been used as living mapping instruments.” She crushed a piece of fluorescent coral, and the fragments automatically arranged themselves into a non-Euclidean geometric model in mid-air.

Just as Jiang Ye was about to reply, a rumbling sound, like particles colliding, suddenly came from afar, and the entire island began to tilt towards the fourth dimension.

The burning sensation of Ye Shuli's birthmark suddenly turned into a bone-chilling cold.

She saw her shadow, cast on the rock wall, slowly splitting open to reveal a third arm, while the black mist seeping from Jiang Ye's bronze bell had somehow condensed into the profile of a mysterious visitor.