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

The residual blue light from the sealing platform left a fine burning sensation on Ye Shuli's retina.

Her fingertips traced the burning, diamond-shaped mark in the center of her collarbone, and Jiang Ye's blood-tinged breath suddenly sprayed behind her ear: "Look at the Sage's mechanical arm."

The sage of the spirit world was holding a fragment of a bronze compass with three tungsten steel mechanical fingers. The spiritual fibers that should have formed concentric circles were now twisted and entangled at a 17° angle.

Ye Shuli took out a carbon pen she always carried and drew a Pareto distribution curve on the inside of the bandage: "When the seal was repaired last month, the rate of spiritual energy fluctuation attenuation was abnormal."

"Looks like I need to have another chat with that old guy." Jiang Ye flicked his blood-soaked bandage, and dark red crystals fell onto the surface of Mirror Lake, instantly creating twelve miniature vortices that rotated counterclockwise.

He casually picked up two ginkgo leaves and tossed them into the air; the leaves reflected the coordinates of the wise man's dwelling.

The sages of the spirit world are using liquid mercury to repair the damaged octahedral barrier.

Upon seeing the two teleport to his location, the bionic gills behind his neck suddenly opened three times: "Correcting the error rate to 0.0003% is a trap." The mechanical arm projected a holographic star map, where the seven originally parallel spiritual energy channels were now eroding each other in proportions of the Fibonacci sequence.

Sparks suddenly flew from the tip of Ye Shuli's carbon pen.

She quickly sketched Maxwell's equations on the leather notebook: "Does the spiritual energy tide exist in a four-dimensional resonant cavity?" Jiang Ye's silver blade spun in his palm, leaving afterimages, and the back of the blade reflected a constantly collapsing singularity in the star map.

“Thirty-six hours.” The band of light behind the wise man suddenly split into a Klein bottle structure. “When the Coriolis force in Mirror Lake reaches a critical value…” Before he could finish speaking, the distinctive buzzing sound of a gamma-ray burst came from afar.

Ye Shuli's collarbone mark suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead, and the formula on the notebook automatically twisted into a Möbius strip.

When the two landed in the area of ​​spiritual energy imbalance, Jiang Ye's silver blade had already severed seventeen spatial folds.

Ye Shuli used a modified pocket watch to measure the frequency of spiritual energy fluctuations. Suddenly, the gears on the watch rotated in reverse: "A gravitational anomaly will appear every 2.718 seconds!"

The first wave of attacks came without warning.

Three psychic creatures burst forth from the fractal landscape, their quantum-state claws appearing simultaneously in eight spatial dimensions.

Jiang Ye's bandages instantly unfolded into a hexagonal defensive matrix, and the blood-red crystals condensed in the air to form the structure of the Sierpinski carpet.

"The Kan position at three o'clock!" Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist. "Refer to the Fibonacci golden angle to dodge!" She tore off her hair ribbon and threw it into the air. The silk automatically wove into a four-dimensional hypercube navigation map in the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

Jiang Ye casually tossed her onto his shoulder and teleported seven times in succession, stepping on the distorted Riemannian geometric surface.

As the Hawking radiation generated by the eighth space jump dissipated, Ye Shuli suddenly plunged a carbon pen into the ground.

The electromagnetic pulse released from the pen tip caused the three spiritual beings to experience a quantum decoherence phenomenon for 0.3 seconds.

Jiang Ye seized the opportunity and unleashed a sword light that superimposed twenty-eight layers of phantoms. The berserk creature collapsed into a dodecahedral crystal within Planck time.

“Something’s not right.” Ye Shuli picked up the still-smoking carbon pen. “The Compton wavelengths of these crystals…” Her words were interrupted by a sudden ripple in spacetime that distorted the spacetime.

Jiang Ye's silver blade suddenly emitted infrasonic vibrations, and the Mandebo pattern beneath their feet was iterating at five times the speed per second.

"Truly a textbook example of a pathetic mess." A sinister voice, tinged with spiritual energy, reverberated between the cliffs as the leader of the turbulent forces descended, stepping on a suspended hexagonal crystal pillar.

The phosphorescent patterns on his dark green robe flickered intermittently as he toyed with two counter-clockwise rotating black hole models between his fingertips.

Jiang Ye flicked away the crystalline fragments from the silver blade, and the blood seeping from the bandage condensed into a warning symbol in mid-air.

Ye Shuli calmly adjusted the gears of her pocket watch, the mirror reflecting the twenty-three followers behind her arranged in a regular dodecahedron.

"Weren't you quite impressive when you destroyed my spiritual vein mining site last time?" The leader flicked his finger, shattering the blood talisman Jiang Ye had conjured. The fragments transformed into poisonous ice shards that hurtled towards Ye Shuli's brow. "Now you can't even properly sever the folds of spacetime?"

Ye Shuli precisely touched the seven-inch mark on the ice ridge with the tip of her carbon pen, and the ink spread along the cracks in the ice crystal, forming a binding spell.

Jiang Ye suddenly sprang up, his silver blade tracing the trajectory of a Klein bottle as he slashed toward the leader's right shoulder, but was deflected by a sudden spatial fold just three inches away.

"Form the array!" The leader slammed his serpentine scepter heavily on the ground, and his twenty-three followers instantly deployed a triple-layered spirit array.

The diamond-shaped light curtain divides the battlefield into thirty-six independent spaces, each fragment reflecting different attack trajectories.

Ye Shuli quickly drew a Maxwell's Demon model on the inside of the bandage: "There is a probability loophole in the southeast quadrant!" Jiang Ye understood and threw out the silver blade, which split into twelve phantoms that pierced the weak point of the formation.

Taking advantage of the 0.7-second gap caused by the formation's tremors, the two landed back-to-back in the relatively safe seventh quadrant.

The first wave of attacks was more ferocious than expected.

Six followers wearing aura amplifiers simultaneously threw phase-distorting darts, which split into hundreds of quantum superposition states during flight.

Jiang Ye tore off the blood-stained bandage and swung it into a Möbius strip. The blood-red crystals formed a temporary protective barrier within the ring-shaped space.

“Gravity anomaly at the three o’clock position!” Ye Shuli’s pocket watch suddenly emitted a gamma-ray alarm.

She used one hand to support herself on Jiang Ye's shoulder and flipped through the air, then used the modified pen tip to shoot out a compressed beam of spiritual energy, which precisely pierced through the spiritual cores of three followers who were gathering their killing moves.

Jiang Ye seized the opportunity to break into the enemy ranks, his silver blade spinning in his palm in the trajectory of a Klein bottle.

His teleportation technique subtly follows the Fibonacci sequence, leaving a bloody afterimage in the enemy's blind spot with each flash.

The psionic shields of the three minions shattered instantly, turning into fluorescent powder scattered across the ground as wave functions collapsed.

But the number of enemies far exceeded expectations.

Whenever someone falls, the formation automatically generates a new quantum state clone.

Ye Shuli's carbon pen began to overheat, and the ink on the tip evaporated into imprisoning runes under the high temperature.

She suddenly ripped off her hair ribbon and threw it into the air, where the silk unfurled into a four-dimensional topological map amidst the psychic surge.

Jiang Ye!

"Kun position, Zhen three!" Before she could finish speaking, the young man had already stepped into the core of the formation by stepping on the anti-phase ripples.

From the spatial rift cleaved open by the silver blade, a large number of spiritual tentacles with non-Euclidean geometry suddenly surged out—this was actually a trap set up in advance by the leader.

Twenty-three followers simultaneously formed hand seals, and the spirit array instantly collapsed into a black hole singularity.

Jiang Ye's silver blade emitted a humming sound as it struggled under the strain, and the blade began to exhibit a quantum tunneling effect.

Ye Shuli's pocket watch gears suddenly reversed, and without hesitation, she threw the modified pen toward the singularity center.

"Watch out!" A clear male voice, carrying the scent of cedar trees, broke through the air.

The spirit seeker's moon-white robe billowed with spiritual energy, and his ice crystal spear unleashed a twenty-seven-fold superimposed attack, tearing open the Compton ripples on the surface of the black hole.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Ye broke free and used his silver blade to shatter the spiritual cores of the three clones.

He caught a glimpse of his suitor shielding Ye Shuli behind him, and swallowed a certain emotion as his Adam's apple bobbed.

The young man slashed his palm with his backhand, and the blood drew a reverse Kabbalah tree of life diagram in the void.

"Step back!" The pursuer's ice crystal spear suddenly split into a quantum cloud, each particle carrying the chill of absolute zero.

The leader's followers froze instantly, and two-dimensional ice crystal patterns formed on the surface of the psionic shield.

Ye Shuli seized the opportunity to reassemble the pocket watch's structure, and the dial projected Clydemann waves that blocked the resonance of the spiritual veins.

But the leader's cold laugh arrived before the attack.

The scepter in his hand suddenly split into twelve streams of dark matter, all pointing towards the major acupoints on the suitor's body.

The twenty-three followers abandoned their attack on Jiang Ye and instead formed a reverse pentagram killing formation, with each core of the formation beginning to condense antimatter energy spheres.

The pursuer's icy spear emitted a mournful cry, and quantum decoherence appeared at its tip.

Ye Shuli's pocket watch suddenly sparked, forcibly distorting the frequency of the blocking wave.

She watched as her suitors left their left flank wide open to protect her, while the leader's scepter tip condensed an annihilation beam powerful enough to tear apart even a transcendent being.

Jiang Ye's silver blade suddenly pierced through, the blade emitting a piercing shriek as it was subjected to the pressure of dual spiritual forces.

The young man's neck veins bulged, and dark golden patterns he had never seen before shone deep within his pupils: "Anyone who dares to touch my people—" Ancient divine runes, never before activated, appeared on the surface of the silver blade, "...first ask my blade!"

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Ye Shuli's modified pen suddenly disintegrated on its own, with the parts floating in a strange Cartesian coordinate system.

Pale golden liquid seeped from the cracks in the pursuer's ice crystal spear, and tiny white holes appeared where the liquid dripped.

The annihilation beam at the tip of the leader's scepter began to tremble at the Planck scale, while the divine runes on Jiang Ye's silver blade were rewriting the laws of reality at a frequency of 50,000 times per second—all anomalies pointed to a truth that was about to overturn our understanding.