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

The spiritual energy barrier emitted a crisp sound of shattering glass within the cracks in the Klein Blue, and Ye Shuli's modified pen suddenly shot out a string-shaped beam of light.

Quantum bubbles gathered at her fingertips to form a four-dimensional projector, revealing the intricate dark red energy network within the source of spiritual power.

"You're smarter than I thought." The voice from the dimensional rift condensed into a silvery fluid, coalescing into a Möbius strip shape at Ye Shuli's feet. "Seven hundred years ago, when the Spirit Realm collided with the Netherworld..."

Jiang Ye wiped his face with his blood-stained sleeve, then suddenly pointed his black flame silver blade at Luo Yuan: "The white hole energy hidden in your ice spear can convert dark matter?" Luo Yuan's ice crystal spear drew a twelve-pointed star array on the ground, supernova light spots flickering in his pupils: "It requires Miss Ye's chaos algorithm to cooperate."

The point where the three people's spiritual energy converged suddenly collapsed into a miniature black hole, sucking the crack in the barrier into the singularity.

When the distorted space returned to calm, the source of spiritual energy revealed a bronze square vessel with cracks at its bottom—a black, asphalt-like fluid was seeping from the seal's cracks.

"This is the Dark Spirit Ancestral Vein!" Frost suddenly formed on Luo Yuan's spear. "Back then, a powerful being used the Nine-Turn Profound Yellow Grass..."

Ye Shuli pulled a laser mapping device from her tactical pouch, and modern chemical equations jumped across the virtual screen: "The sulfur-iron compounds in the Xuanhuang Grass will undergo an oxidation reaction when they encounter Dark Spirits." She suddenly tore off a strip of blood-stained cloth from Jiang Ye's collar, "Let's borrow some pure Yang blood as a catalyst."

As the spirit balancing sprite emerged from the earth's veins, the leader of the turbulent forces' crimson-gold chains had already entangled the roots of the Xuanhuang Grass.

The Soul-Devouring Array, composed of three hundred black-robed cultivators, dyed the entire valley dark purple, and a reverse pentagram pattern similar to Jiang Ye appeared between the leader's brows.

"The forbidden array on your chest is a fake." Jiang Ye's black flames suddenly split into seventy-two dragon shadows, each flame containing fragments of Luo Yuan's ice crystals. "Have you ever seen how to use the original?"

Under the cover of the dragon's shadow, Luo Yuan's ice spear pierced the eye of the Soul Devouring Array, and the ultra-low temperature instantly froze the flowing array patterns.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli splashed the grass juice mixed with Jiang Ye's blood onto the Dark Spirit Ancestral Vein. The asphalt-like fluid ignited upon contact with light, burning out a purification halo shaped like a Klein bottle above the source of spiritual energy.

"It's time to settle the accounts." The leader of the turbulent forces suddenly crushed the teleportation jade talisman, and his figure gradually blurred in the ripples of space.

Jiang Ye's silver blade and Luo Yuan's spear simultaneously pierced the jade talisman fragment, and the two completely different spiritual energies tore open a crack in the void that flashed with golden light—the sound of chains dragging on the ground could be faintly heard from the other side of the crack.

Jiang Ye's silver blade buzzed in the void rift, while Luo Yuan's ice crystal spear suddenly burst forth with cold white flames.

Just as the leader of the turbulent forces was about to disappear, the two streams of spiritual energy twisted into a spiral chain, precisely binding the inverted pentagram array pattern on his chest.

“Counterfeits should have a place to go.” Jiang Ye formed three fire seals with his left hand, and black flames burned along the chains toward the leader’s brow.

When those originally dark purple spirit-devouring array patterns encountered the pure yang flames, they convulsed violently as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Luo Yuan raised his hand and plunged the ice spear into the ground, the ultra-low temperature spreading along the array patterns: "Your spiritual energy resonance frequency is off by three orders of magnitude." He flicked an ice crystal from his fingertip, precisely shattering the bronze bell hanging at the leader's waist.

Amidst a crisp cracking sound, the Soul Devouring Array of the three hundred black-robed cultivators suddenly reversed its direction.

Ye Shuli's laser surveying instrument suddenly sounded an alarm.

She grabbed Jiang Ye's still-bleeding hand and pressed it against the surveying instrument. Bright red blood beads flowed along the chemical equations displayed on the virtual screen: "Conversion rate of ferrous sulfate compounds 89%—now!"

The moment the blood-soaked juice of the Xuanhuang Grass was splashed onto the Dark Spirit Ancestral Vein, the aura of the Klein Bottle above the source of spiritual power suddenly collapsed into a golden vortex.

The leader of the turbulent forces let out a beast-like roar, and the array patterns on his body peeled off like molten metal, while the crimson gold chains broke into powder inch by inch.

Luo Yuan's ice crystal spear suddenly changed direction, piercing into the shadow beneath the leader's feet: "A remnant soul that should have disappeared seven hundred years ago." The icy mist that burst from the spear tip revealed dense ancient restrictive runes, freezing the struggling figure completely into an ice sculpture.

Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his black flame silver blade carved three intersecting slashes on the surface of the ice sculpture: "Genuine after-sales service." As soon as he finished speaking, the ice sculpture, along with the remnant soul sealed within it, shattered into countless ice crystals, disappearing without a trace amidst the fluctuations of the spiritual energy source.

Ye Shuli's tactical pouch suddenly vibrated, and the spirit herb seeds she had previously hidden inside emitted a fluorescent glow in a special container.

She knelt before the cracked bronze vessel, drawing a molecular structure diagram on the soil with her fingertips stained with Jiang Ye's blood.

The moment the roots of the herb touched the blood, the veins on the leaves suddenly glowed with a pale golden light.

"The concentration of dark spiritual energy has dropped to a safe threshold." Luo Yuan traced a monitoring array on the ground with his ice spear, watching the constantly fluctuating data. "The energy conversion efficiency is three times faster than expected."

When the spirit-balancing sprite emerged from the ley lines, it carried half a glowing root in its mouth.

It tossed the special herb it had found to Ye Shuli; the star-shaped markings on its leaves perfectly matched the cracks in the bronze square vessel.

As the last leaf was inserted into the gap in the seal, the entire source of spiritual energy suddenly emitted a vibration similar to the tolling of a bell.

Jiang Ye reached out and caught the golden specks of light falling from the sky. The restless spiritual energy was returning to a soft, pale blue: "You added quantum entanglement agent to the grass juice?" He noticed the miniature generator protruding from the side pocket of Ye Shuli's tactical waist pack.

“The principle of two-way anchoring.” Ye Shuli inserted the root of the spirit herb into the center of the source, watching the black fluid gradually fade into transparency. “Dark matter conversion requires…” Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Ye pulled her into his arms, his blood-stained clothes brushing against her cheek.

Luo Yuan paused for half a second as he put away the ice spear.

He gazed at the rainbow bridge gradually taking shape above the source of spiritual energy, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the frost that had formed on the gun handle: "The boundary of the spirit realm has stabilized."

As the first wisp of pure spiritual energy poured down from the rainbow bridge onto the earth, the spiritual energy balancing sprite suddenly jumped onto Luo Yuan's shoulder.

It swept its glowing tail across the young general's frozen brows, and the frost that had accumulated over the years began to slowly melt away.

"It's time to go." Luo Yuan raised his hand and caught a falling spirit leaf. The patterns on the leaf formed a blurry star map in his palm.

He glanced one last time at the two who were bickering, and a breeze carrying the scent of cedar blew out from the spatial rift ripped open by the ice spear.

Ye Shuli suddenly pressed her hand to her chest, and the quantum compass in her tactical waist pack began to vibrate abnormally.

When she looked up, she only saw ice crystals falling at the end of the magical rainbow bridge, which reflected a fleeting twelve-pointed star pattern under the sunlight.

"Look at this!" Jiang Ye suddenly raised his wrist, and the couple's spirit jade they were wearing was resonating.

Within the light screen projected by the two jade pendants, the flow of spiritual energy formed an ever-changing Möbius strip.

Ye Shuli's modified pen suddenly started writing automatically, and the ink condensed in the air into familiar modern chemical symbols.

When the symbol overlapped with the projection of the spirit jade, pale golden patterns suddenly appeared on the skin behind her neck—the pattern was exactly the same as the ancient inscription on the bottom of the bronze square vessel.

A long hum came from the depths of the spiritual energy source, and seven columns of water suddenly rose from the calm surface.

Jiang Ye's black flames instinctively enveloped the two of them, only to find that the water columns gently bypassed their defenses, intertwining in the air to form a huge three-dimensional rune array.

"Divine Resonance." Ye Shuli's pupils reflected the shifting light and shadow of the rune array, her modified pen frantically calculating on the virtual screen. "So the energy fluctuations generated by the transformation of the Xuanhuang Grass are..."

Jiang Ye suddenly grasped her trembling hand and plunged the black flame silver blade into the center of the rune array: "I'll protect you." His spiritual power flowed along the blade into the rune array, creating a stable triangular protective zone amidst the raging energy flow.

The moment the seventh water column sank into the earth's veins, the golden markings on the back of Ye Shuli's neck suddenly emitted a burning sensation.

She saw a staircase made of starlight appear in the void, with artifacts from different eras floating on each step—among them was the smartphone she had brought with her when she traveled through time.

“Go ahead.” Jiang Ye’s voice was mixed with the crackling sound of the black flames burning. “I’ll wait for you to come back for hot pot.” The moment he let go, the rune array outside the protective zone suddenly contracted into a cocoon of light, completely enveloping Ye Shuli.

The rainbow bridge of spiritual energy dissipated into rain the instant the cocoon of light took shape, each drop of rain carrying a faint golden glow.

Jiang Ye remained kneeling on one knee, the black flames and silver blade scorching ring-shaped marks on the ground, like a silent vow guarding the light source that was about to emerge from its cocoon.

The cocoon of light in the rain suddenly pulsated three times, and a muffled sound like a heartbeat came from inside.

Cracks suddenly appeared on the jade pendant on Jiang Ye's wrist, but it emitted an even more dazzling light than before.

From the spatial rift in the distance, which had not yet completely dissipated, the faint, crisp sound of bronze vessels colliding could be heard.