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

Amidst the thunderous crash of the overturned bronze cauldron, the leader of the void raised his hand and formed a lotus mudra.

The riotous blue-purple light suddenly hovered in the air, bursting forth with golden chains that pinned the entire space back to a stable state.

"The test continues." Stardust seeped from the leader's cracked mask, his voice carrying a metallic resonance. "The second trial has changed to a void chamber."

As Ye Shuli was pushed through the bronze door, she caught a glimpse of the female cultivator adjusting the hidden weapons in her sleeves.

The walls of the sealed room were covered with vein-like energy tubes, and the floor was covered with hexagonal metal bricks, each with a glowing pattern floating on its surface.

“Stepping on three wrong pieces will trigger a spatial fold.” The leader’s voice came from the dome as Jiang Ye was wedging the shield, transformed from a gong, into the door crack. “Just a reminder, the Klein bottle pattern on your collarbone is of the same origin as the topological structure of the secret chamber.”

Ye Shuli squatted down to observe the nearest light patterns.

As she tentatively extended her left foot, the sixth brick suddenly flipped 180 degrees—the poisoned arrow that should have appeared on the right side shot vertically down from the ceiling.

“There’s something wrong with the probability distribution.” She sneered, pressing herself against the wall, noticing fresh scratches on the edges of some bricks. “Someone has rewritten the trap triggering mechanism.”

Outside the secret chamber, the female cultivator bit her fingertip and flicked the blood droplet into the monitoring array.

All seven bricks lit up with a red light at the same time.

Ye Shuli suddenly rolled forward, and the ice spikes that had burst open where she was standing became her foothold.

“Using a special algorithm…” She tore off her hairband, tied three copper coins together, and threw them out to probe the hidden laser array. “For the first ten minutes of each hour, the mechanism on the left will be triggered, after which the probability will shift to the right by 15%—”

When the gears of the eighteenth trap were jammed by a mineral water bottle, Ye Sili finally saw the truth about the Spirit Pearl storage platform.

She used the number Jiang Ye gave her as the password, deliberately showing her collarbone when scanning the code, and stuffed the prepared items into the recognition slot the moment the cabinet door popped open.

"warn!

"Illegal operation!" As the mechanical voice sounded, the Spirit Pearl had already fallen into her specially made inner pocket.

Suddenly, countless protrusions appeared on the wall, each emitting a positioning laser.

Outside the secret room, Jiang Ye suddenly struck a gong: "Order timed out!"

Order timed out! "The moment the sound wave shattered the three protrusions, Ye Shuli rolled out of the laser net, the burn marks on her hair forming a strange pattern."

“Modern people do have an advantage in cracking ancient mechanisms.” She wiped the blood from her nose and stood up, a star map reflected in her palm by the Spirit Pearl. “But the guy who tampered with the probability parameters…” Before she could finish speaking, a huge hole was suddenly melted into the entire east wall by an unknown force.

Five dark figures filed in through the melted hole in the wall, the leader's cloak embroidered with a dark pattern resembling the merchant's number on Meituan Waimai (a food delivery platform).

The moment Ye Shuli stuffed the spirit pearl into her sleeve pocket, the hexagonal floor tiles suddenly shifted into a honeycomb-shaped maze.

"Follow the rider's route against traffic!" Jiang Ye suddenly kicked open half of the bronze door and threw out three food delivery receipts.

Ye Shuli caught the floating ticket and discovered that the weak points of the energy flow in the sealed room were marked on it with a highlighter.

The metal brick wall crashed shut behind them with a loud bang, and the curses of the pursuers mingled with the icicles slamming against the wall.

Ye Shuli slid along the mechanism pillar that was transformed from a Meituan smart cabinet, and casually smeared the chili oil residue from the self-heating hot pot on the corner.

As the third pursuer stumbled after stepping on the oil stain, the entire wall of traps suddenly flipped into a 90-degree vertical trap.

“You guys are way slower at grabbing orders than the delivery riders.” She leaped up, using the helmet relief on the wall as a kick, and her hair brushed against a brick, triggering a hidden laser net.

At the fork in the road where the pursuers were forced to turn, a virtual warning sign was prominently displayed that read "This section of road is prone to traffic accidents."

The figure of the red-clad female cultivator appeared behind Jiang Ye like a ghost, her fingernails drawing out a silvery light like a takeout seal as they scratched across his neck.

"It's not too late to stop now." A countdown hourglass formed between her fingers. "Once the crack fully opens, you'll never..."

"Order confirmed." Jiang Ye suddenly struck the jade pendant at his waist with the edge of a gong, shattering the hourglass and revealing the order interface on his phone. "See? The five-star review is bound to her divine consciousness imprint."

Inside the secret room, Ye Shuli was pressing the Spirit Pearl onto the lines on her collarbone when suddenly a blue light shaped like a Klein bottle enveloped her entire right arm.

The blood-red blade slashed by the leader of the pursuers collided with the protective shield, which resembled a takeout insulated box. The watermark of the Meituan Maicai logo appeared in the shattered ice mist.

“You can’t even understand dynamic pricing algorithms.” She used the rebound force to fly backward toward the spirit pearl storage platform, and leaped onto the dome by stepping on the chains thrown by her pursuers.

The moment the seven deadly attacks came at the same time, a heat map of rider order saturation suddenly appeared on the entire ceiling.

The spirit pearl pulsed in her palm at the frequency of a heart pacemaker, and Ye Shuli rolled over into the "idle zone" marked on the heat map.

Amidst the roar of her pursuers triggering chain traps, she bit her index finger and drew a checkmark to confirm receipt on the pattern of the Klein bottle.

The moment the golden beam of light pierced through the secret chamber, the female cultivator's hand, which was gripping Jiang Ye's throat, was suddenly burned by the order receipt.

As Ye Shuli burst through the wall, the light emanating from the spirit pearl was generating a delivery trajectory map in the shape of the Big Dipper.

"Delivery range includes the Three Realms." Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tossed the heart-protecting mirror, which had transformed into a Meituan power bank, to her.

The pursuers were cut off by the suddenly closing spatial rift, and the last one roared before turning into smoke: "Bad review! We want to give it a bad review!"

The Void Leader's mask cracked, emanating a faint light like the Milky Way. He raised his hand and tucked the star map transformed from the Spirit Orb into his sleeve: "The third trial is at the source of the crack." Suddenly, the bronze cauldron projected an ever-expanding void crack, its distorted outline perfectly matching the lines on Ye Shuli's collarbone.

Ye Shuli clutched the still-warm fragment of the Spirit Pearl tightly, and the sound of Yunnan Baiyao aerosol came from the Meituan medicine box that Jiang Ye had secretly slipped to her.

As the crack projection revealed the silhouette of a familiar modern building, she pressed her hand to the spot where her heart had suddenly throbbed, and her fingernails traced the electronic signature of a food delivery rider accepting an order on the surface of the bronze cauldron.

Suddenly, the projection of the crack on the bronze cauldron flashed with a blue light, indicating that the rider had arrived at the store. An inverted convenience store logo flickered in the void.

Ye Shuli stared at her reflection on the cauldron. The Klein bottle pattern on her collarbone was absorbing the remaining energy of the spirit pearl, gradually outlining the apartment number from her previous life.