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

Before the icy blue spiritual patterns on Ye Shuli's fingertips had faded, the Klein bottle projection in the northeastern sky suddenly distorted into a Möbius strip.

Jiang Ye used his silver blade to pick up the last piece of icosahedral spirit crystal and stuffed it into his mustard seed pouch. The metal chain wrapped around the three spirit stones jingled.

"Thirty miles to the north." The star-shaped bloodstains on Ye Shuli's wrist were burning red, and the binary code was reorganized into coordinate parameters deep in her pupils.

Jiang Ye grabbed the back of her cloak by the collar and pulled it back half an inch, barely avoiding the purplish-black spiritual crack in the ground.

Camellias covered in humus suddenly appeared in front of me.

“The Spirit Realm Demon Iris can withstand three backlashes of spiritual energy.” Jiang Ye walked backwards in front, the residual spiritual energy on the flower stems burning his tiger's mouth red.

As Ye Shuli tucked the flower into the hidden clasp of his waistband, he was using a silver blade to sever three nerve cords that were tracking the vines.

When the rune array appeared at the confluence of the twin spiritual veins, Ye Shuli was staring intently at the Fibonacci spiral on the sealing stone.

She tore off two strands of hair and wrapped them around her knuckles; the angle at which the hair fell and the spiritual flow seeping from the cracks in the stone formed a golden ratio.

“This is a spiritual topological model with non-Euclidean geometry.” She placed her palm on the patterns on the Klein bottle, and the code on her wrist suddenly became quantum entangled with the sealing stone. “It requires a four-dimensional projection algorithm…”

Jiang Ye's silver blade hovered half an inch from her ear, its surface reflecting the shadow of her trembling eyelashes.

When he discovered that the projection perfectly overlapped with the crack in the sealing stone, seven blood-red shadows burst out from the ley lines and formed an encirclement.

"Don't touch the back of the sealing stone." Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's belt at the back, and he changed his move from stabbing at the Blood Shadow with his silver blade, severing half of his own clothes.

When the leader of the turbulent forces appeared, stepping on a wave of spiritual energy resonance, she was inscribing the Maxwell equations she had solved into the ice-blue spiritual runes.

Twelve spirit stones floated in a dodecahedron shape, and the leader's obsidian scepter struck the star trail imprint that Jiang Ye had just repaired: "Trap them with a topological vulnerability."

Jiang Ye spun around and used his silver blade to shred the two spirit stones. The shockwave from the explosion knocked the three attackers into the spiritual rift.

Ye Shuli's Demonic Iris released an anti-backlash barrier, but it couldn't stop the non-Euclidean geometric beam of light shooting from the top of the scepter—the beam split into a cantor set as it passed through the barrier.

"Watch out for fractal attacks!" Ye Shuli ripped off the hair tie that was wrapped with binary code.

Jiang Ye stepped on her shoulders and flipped in mid-air, the star trail drawn by the silver blade precisely cutting off the Hausdorff dimension node of the beam.

When the twenty-eight pursuers emerged from the Klein bottle projection, the newly formed spiritual veins on Jiang Ye's back had already spread to his collarbone.

He used the spirit stone thrown by Ye Shuli to complete his seventh teleportation, and the blood-stained silver blade drew a Mandelbrot pattern with a notch on the ground.

"The spiritual singularity in the southeast corner will collapse in three seconds." Ye Shuli infused the deciphered topological code into her telepathic communication.

In the second second, Jiang Ye stepped on her shoulder armor and soared into the air. The spatial rift pierced by the silver blade swallowed up the five pursuers.

As the leader of the turbulent forces began to reorganize the structure of the spiritual fiber bundles with his scepter, the Klein bottle pattern on Ye Shuli's collarbone suddenly produced a quantum tunneling effect with the sealing stone.

She dragged Jiang Ye into the suddenly appearing four-dimensional space fold. The three-layered protective barrier of the Demon Iris shattered into a Sierpinski carpet pattern when it came into contact with the higher-dimensional space.

The screams of the pursuers came from thirteen different dimensions, and Jiang Ye's star trail imprint appeared in the shape of a Klein bottle in four-dimensional space.

When Ye Shuli forcibly closed the spatial folds using binary code, she discovered that thirty-six pursuers were emerging from the loophole in Maxwell's demon equation.

"Here you go!" Jiang Ye flung the silver blade in a Penrose triangle trajectory, and Ye Shuli caught it in the instant she completed seven Fourier transforms.

The electromagnetic pulse generated by the resonance between the icy blue spirit pattern and the silver blade froze the first twelve pursuers within the fractal frame.

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As spiderweb-like cracks burst open on the surface of the ice-blue barrier, Jiang Ye's silver blade was wedged at the seam of the spiritual energy armor of the two pursuers.

Ye Shuli pressed her right fingertip against the star trail bloodstain on her left wrist. Binary code wove into a honeycomb-like reinforced structure inside the barrier, with compressed spiritual energy particles suspended at each intersection of the hexagonal grid.

"Thirty seconds left until the seventh Fourier transform!" she whispered into the telepathic incantation, her left hand spreading its five fingers to support the barrier that was about to collapse.

Three fractal attacks simultaneously struck the defensive node in the southwest corner. Jiang Ye spun around and threw out a silver blade that shredded two clumps of spiritual energy. A metal chain wrapped around the ankle of the third pursuer and flung him toward the leader.

Ye Shuli suddenly withdrew all defense codes, and the ice-blue barrier exploded into countless four-dimensional fragments like a shattered Klein bottle.

The pursuers were thrown off balance by the sudden vacuum of spiritual energy—this was a reverse spiritual pressure trap that she had modified based on Bernoulli's principle.

Jiang Ye's silver blade completed its seventh teleportation trajectory at this moment, the tip of the blade carrying a vortex of spiritual energy compressed to the critical point, precisely piercing the energy core of the seven pursuers.

“The energy nodes in the topological structure do indeed have a golden ratio loophole.” Ye Shuli bit her stray hair between her teeth and traced the spiritual energy trajectory of the Fibonacci sequence in the void with her fingertips.

The pursuers' formation suddenly twisted into a non-Euclidean geometric shape, exposing three fractal gaps in the previously tight encirclement.

The obsidian scepter of the leader of the turbulent forces suddenly buzzed, and the dodecahedral spirit stone array unfolded beneath his feet in the Cantor Tripartite.

As Jiang Ye retreated, he shattered two floating spiritual energy crystals, and the shockwave from the explosion reopened the wound on his right shoulder.

Ye Shuli's Demonic Iris suddenly unleashed a triple anti-backlash barrier, and the Klein bottle pattern on the petals became quantum entangled with the leader's scepter.

"Southeast 37 degrees!" Jiang Ye's telepathic message was imbued with a sense of bloodlust.

He flipped in mid-air to avoid the three fractal beams, and the star trail drawn by his silver blade on the ground coincided with the Maxwell's demon equation constructed by Ye Shuli.

The torrent of spiritual energy gathered by the pursuers suddenly shifted Bernoulli, with half of the attacks being redirected towards the array of spirit stones beneath the leader's feet.

The moment the obsidian scepter tore through space, the newly formed spiritual veins on Jiang Ye's back suddenly emitted a blue light.

Using the force generated by the resonance of spiritual energy, he crashed into Ye Shuli's defensive circle, and the silver blade slashed out gaps in the Mandebo Gathering around the two of them.

The spiritual energy beams gathered by the pursuers collided with the fractal shield, causing the twenty-eight energy nodes to collapse in an avalanche-like manner simultaneously.

"Four-dimensional wrinkles will appear in three seconds!" Fine blood droplets seeped from Ye Shuli's star trail bloodstains.

In the second second, Jiang Ye pushed her towards the safe zone formed by the collapse of the spiritual singularity, but he himself was thrown three zhang away by the shock wave.

The silver blade pierced the ground, carving out a ten-meter-long trench, and the spiritual energy crystals entangled by the metal chains continuously exploded in a chain reaction.

As the tip of the leader of the turbulent forces lit up with the projection of a Klein bottle, the spirit balancing sprites suddenly emerged from the fissures in the earth.

This small creature, its entire body shimmering with Fibonacci patterns, emitted a clear, chiming sound, and a dodecahedral energy field unfolded around it in a Sierpinski carpet-like structure.

The leader's deadly attack was disintegrated into Cantor dust the instant it touched the fractal barrier, and the spiritual weapons condensed by the pursuers simultaneously underwent quantum decoherence.

"North!" Ye Shuli grabbed Jiang Ye's belt and leaped into the air.

Using the spatial folds created by the spirit balancing elves, the two completed their seventh teleportation, and the roars of their pursuers behind them were distorted into Möbius strip-shaped sound waves.

Jiang Ye's silver blade carved bloody fractal coordinates into the ground, and the spiritual power seeping from the wound resonated with the anti-backlash barrier of the Demon Iris.

As they rested behind the Klein bottle-shaped rock, Ye Shuli was reconstructing the damaged star trails and bloodstains using binary code.

Jiang Ye bit down on the bandage bandaging his right shoulder wound, while the silver blade was stuck in the ground between the two of them, its surface reflecting thirty-six different spatial projections.

"The topological vulnerability in the spiritual fiber cluster can be used three more times." Ye Shuli inscribed the calculated parameters into the spirit stone, and icy blue spiritual patterns flowed around the Klein bottle mark on her collarbone. "The next encounter will require us to actively destroy their fractal array core."

Jiang Ye suddenly reached out and pinched the pulsating star trail on her wrist, his bloodied fingertips tracing the direction of the spiritual energy flow: "That elf's Fibonacci pattern... is the same structure as the golden ratio line you drew on the sealing stone."

The two of them turned to look at the southeastern horizon, where a cluster of spiritual energy clouds, resembling the shape of a cantor, was emerging.

Ye Shuli stuffed the last spirit stone into her mustard seed pouch, and the icy blue spirit patterns condensed into a dodecahedral prism in her palm.

Jiang Ye's silver blade suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, and the undried bloodstains on the metal chain outlined the shape of the Mandebo set.

As the first fractal beam pierced the night, they had already vanished into the vortex of spiritual energy stirred up by the folds of four-dimensional space.

All that remained were the crushed petals of the demonic iris and Maxwell's equations etched in binary code on the back of the rock—the topological key to the next spiritual singularity.