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

The blue glider skimmed down the cliff where the three rivers converged, and Ye Shuli's knuckles turned white as she gripped the bronze crown.

The digital watch vibrated continuously on her wrist. As the countdown numbers jumped from "36" to "35", she saw a pyramid-shaped spiritual barrier emerge from the morning mist—a sixty-four-sided crystal structure refracting seven halos of light under the sunlight.

“The Fibonacci sequence.” She suddenly bit her fingertip with her canine teeth and flicked the blood droplet onto the surface of the barrier.

The moment the blood droplet pierced the halo, twenty-eight blue electric arcs traveled along a specific trajectory, forming a brief gap at the thirty-second node.

Jiang Ye tilted his head back and gulped down the last mouthful of his energy drink, the plastic bottle hitting a collapsing barrier node with pinpoint accuracy. "Three o'clock, the golden ratio point," he said, blowing away the sugar-coated lollipop stick. The wolf-clan jade pendant on Ye Shuli's waist suddenly heated up. "These old fogies are most afraid of modern mathematics."

The ground suddenly shook.

Twelve cultivators clad in crimson scale armor burst from the ground. The middle-aged man at the head of the group had a blood jade embedded in his forehead, and his bone staff was pointed directly at Ye Shuli's brow. "Witch!"

Your otherworldly aura has corrupted the sacred site!

Ye Shuli caught a glimpse of the communication jade slip hanging from the man's waist—it was playing a loop of footage of her being maliciously edited in the Godly Trial Arena.

She slammed the bronze crown onto the gap in the barrier, coldly saying, "Those who use holographic projection to create fakes dare to talk about pollution?"

"You might want to take a look at this," Jiang Ye suddenly tossed out a memory crystal.

The image clearly shows the process by which the rumor-mongers injected black mist into the communication jade slip, with thirty-seven traces of tampering clearly marked in red circles.

The three young cultivators immediately sheathed their swords, but the leader used his bone staff to shoot out chains that wrapped around their necks.

"Don't be misled!" Ye Shuli noticed a bronze door mark behind his ear that resembled Jiang Ye's lower back when the leader shouted.

Just as she was about to warn him, three poisoned bone spikes pierced the air and hurtled toward Jiang Ye's face.

Jiang Ye dodged the fatal attack with a backflip in mid-air, but the lollipop stick deliberately grazed the surface of the barrier.

The wolf clan jade pendant suddenly emitted a high-frequency beeping sound, and the tampered memory images replayed on the surface of the barrier—this time, all the fake parts flashed a striking 404 red light.

"Such a petty trick..." The leader roared and swung his staff, causing nine bronze golems to suddenly emerge from the ground.

Ye Shuli's pupils shrank suddenly—the gears at the joints of those puppets were clearly identical to the nine pieces split from the blue light cube.

Jiang Ye skillfully dodged the puppets' attack, when the wolf clan jade pendant suddenly emitted a bright light.

Just as the bronze finger of the seventh puppet was about to pierce his throat, the totem on the surface of the jade pendant suddenly projected a holographic map of the confluence of three rivers—the trajectory of the thirty-six lunar cycles perfectly coincided with the gap in the barrier.

"Shu Li!" Jiang Ye suddenly threw the lollipop at a certain halo of light. The moment the candy exploded, densely packed simplified Chinese warning characters appeared on the surface of the barrier.

Ye Shuli immediately injected the adrenaline from the first aid kit into her thigh, and her speed tripled, reaching the golden ratio point.

A burst of intense light suddenly erupted at the point where the bronze crown made contact with the barrier, and the altered memory images began to correct themselves automatically.

The three cultivators who had broken free of their chains suddenly clutched their heads and screamed in agony—the same bronze gate mark as their leader appeared on their foreheads, and was now cracking and peeling off in the bright light.

The leader suddenly let out an inhuman roar, and black mist surged from the bronze door mark behind his ear.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Ye flung out the wolf clan jade pendant, which split into nine pieces in mid-air and precisely embedded themselves into the power slot in the chest of the bronze puppet.

The originally ferocious puppets suddenly changed direction and surrounded the leader.

When the countdown on the digital watch jumped to "34", Ye Shuli suddenly noticed a lingering image of a 404 code flashing deep within the gap in the barrier.

Just as she was about to reach out and touch it, the ground suddenly split open into a bottomless abyss—the phantom of the guardian spirit rose from the ground, his scepter pointing at her heart.

"Verification failed." As the mechanical voice sounded, the bronze door mark on Jiang Ye's lower back suddenly emitted a sharp whistle.

The altered memories distorted again, and the gap in the barrier began to close at a speed of three meters per second.

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The blue light cube exploded into nine fragments in Ye Shuli's palm, and she suddenly tore off the silver hair ribbon that held her hair back.

The headband straightened instantly under the infusion of spiritual energy, transforming into thirty-six holographic projectors that floated in mid-air—this was modified from the ancient artifact that Jiang Ye had picked up last month.

"Watch closely!" She pressed her blood-stained fingertip against the core of the projector.

The Doppler effect principle learned in modern physics classes was brought to life under the drive of psionic energy, with twelve phantoms simultaneously unleashing the pressure of a Spirit King.

The cultivator leader's bone staff came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, while the knees of the three young cultivators behind him slammed into the ground three inches deep.

Taking advantage of the moment when the puppet froze, Jiang Ye stepped on the bronze puppet's shoulder armor and flipped in the air.

The fragments of the wolf clan jade pendant danced in his palm, tracing nine fluorescent green parabolic trajectories.

When the third fragment embedded itself in the back of a puppet's neck, he used the momentum to lunge towards the golden ratio point where Ye Shuli was located.

"Three-second window!" Ye Shuli suddenly ripped open the first aid kit and threw the hemostatic bandage at a 45-degree angle to the left.

The moment the bandage touched the ground, the twelve holographic projections suddenly split into three hundred and sixty rotating psionic matrices—a visual trap she designed based on the Fibonacci spiral.

The cultivators, who were holding weapons, all stopped in their tracks.

They saw countless Ye Shuli figures piercing the sky with bronze crowns in hand, each phantom surrounded by seven different colored halos of spirit kings.

Black blood suddenly seeped from the bronze door mark behind the leader's ear, and the modified memory images flickered like static on the surface of the barrier, like an old-fashioned television.

Suddenly, the ground cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns.

When the veteran powerhouse stepped out of the void, his withered fingers seemed to casually rest on the surface of the barrier.

Ye Shuli keenly noticed that the countdown on the digital watch suddenly jumped from "34" to "29", and the simplified Chinese warning at the gap in the barrier changed into cuneiform script that she had never seen before.

“Southeast Xun position, 3.7 meters!” Jiang Ye suddenly poked her lower back with a lollipop stick.

Ye Shuli rolled over and saw the power injected into the barrier by the veteran expert form a dark purple vortex—it was clearly a nebula collapse phenomenon unique to the Transcendent God realm, yet a pinhead-sized spot of light remained at the center of the vortex.

The effects of adrenaline are still ongoing.

Ye Shuli placed the bronze crown between her eyebrows, simultaneously channeling modern mathematical formulas and spiritual energy into it.

The Taotie pattern on the surface of the crown suddenly came to life, opening its huge mouth to devour the energy of the barrier.

When the digital watch jumped to "28", she finally realized that the weakness created by the veteran powerhouse was actually a reverse energy channel.

"Break!" She pressed her entire weight onto the barrier node at 3.7 meters.

The moment the bronze crown made contact with the barrier, it burst forth with bluish-white arcs of electricity, and the cuneiform script suddenly twisted into modern programming code—the very instructions of the smart home system she had last modified before her transmigration.

The moment the crack appeared, the entire Ling Shen Ruins resounded with seven layers of bell tolls.

The wise man from the Spirit Ruins opened his eyes at the top of the pyramid, his pupils reflecting the same stream of code as the gap in the barrier.

The veteran expert staggered back half a step, and the jade thumb ring that had slipped from his sleeve suddenly became covered in cracks.

Suddenly, a ten-meter-high wave of earth rose from the ground.

When the guardian spirit emerged from the earth, the moonstone at the top of the scepter emitted a light as intense as a miniature sun.

Ye Shuli instinctively reached for her tactical pouch at her waist, but instead touched a fragment of the wolf clan jade pendant that Jiang Ye had somehow slipped into her—the third fragment had a predicted pattern of the guardian's attack trajectory appearing on its surface.

The first psionic shockwave grazed past my ear.

Ye Shuli weaved through the rubble and discovered that every time the Guardian swung his scepter, the moonstone at the top of the scepter would reveal the phantom of a bronze crown.

The countdown on the digital clock suddenly reset to "34", and the 404 error code surging from the rift in the barrier was eroding the guardian's phantom.

"Shuli, watch your step!" Jiang Ye's voice came through the explosion.

As Ye Shuli ducked to avoid the third wave of attacks, she noticed an abnormal blue light emanating from the edge of her shadow—that was the safe zone marked by Jiang Ye using the fluorescent agent from the lollipop.

The nine fluorescent dots form an equilateral triangle, with each vertex corresponding to a blind spot for the guardian's attacks.

As Ye Shuli fell to the ground for the fifth time, the back of her hand brushed against some kind of warm, smooth crystal.

The phantom of the wise man from the Spirit God Ruins appeared beside her for half a second, his withered, branch-like fingers pointing to the base of the Guardian's Scepter—where a bronze chain, identical to the one behind the ear of the cultivator leader, was wrapped, its surface pulsating with a bright red 404 error code.

The alarm on the digital watch suddenly became shrill.

When the countdown jumped back to "33", Ye Shuli saw the code stream gushing out of the crack begin to reorganize, gradually forming the company logo she had last seen before her transmigration.

The guardian spirit's next attack suddenly deviated from its intended trajectory, the scepter slamming heavily three inches from her feet—a spot where a magnified projection of the bronze door mark on Jiang Ye's lower back was clearly visible.