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

Darkness poured down like an overturned inkstone, and the blue light from the teleportation array remaining on the back of Ye Shuli's neck instantly went out.

She stumbled and grabbed Jiang Ye's arm to keep from falling. Her fingertips touched the dark gold patterns protruding on his bamboo flute, which felt as hot as a branding iron just taken out of a furnace.

"The official team cheated! The special effects budget was more spectacular than the explosion at the bubble tea shop downstairs from my house." Jiang Ye raised his bamboo flute and pointed it at the sky. The white mist floating out of the flute hole condensed into a semi-transparent barrage in the void. The words "[Cross-dimensional Express Order Accepted]" flashed twice before being swallowed by the darkness.

His voice still carried his usual teasing tone, but his wrist pulled Ye Shuli back half a foot—three ice spikes wrapped in data streams grazed her hair and embedded themselves in the ground, the shattered stones refracting the light of hexadecimal code in the void.

The black pearl liquid on Ye Shuli's collarbone suddenly boiled, and the milk tea recipe chart arranged in a star map began to rapidly reorganize.

She stared at the rotating mathematical symbols, then suddenly pulled Jiang Ye and rolled him to the left.

The spot where they had stood was torn open by the void with spiderweb-like cracks. When the indigo lightning emerged from the cracks, it had materialized into a translucent sprite, with snowflake-like noise floating on the tips of its hair.

"Have you ever seen a storm that knows calculus?" Ye Shuli held the key horizontally between her teeth, and used her free hands to draw a Klein bottle projection in the air.

Each time those spirits swooped down, they left behind functional equations in the air. When Jiang Ye shattered these with his bamboo flute, they exploded into fragments of spiritual energy with a caramel-like smell. "Their attack trajectories follow Fourier transforms. Give me seven minutes..."

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around and pulled her into his arms.

The three ice blades pierced his left shoulder with a crisp sound like shattering glass. Blood splattered onto the milk tea recipe on the back of Ye Shuli's hand, suddenly activating a hidden program.

The code, which had been slowly reorganizing, instantly underwent a topological transformation, and she saw the QR codes floating at the cores of those sprites—the encryption algorithm she had designed for the Void Organization ten years ago.

"Don't get distracted!" Jiang Ye's blood-stained fingers brushed across the flute holes, forcibly blowing out a distorted note.

A bubble tea cup-shaped barrier appeared in the void, barely blocking the second round of ice spikes.

The blood droplets he coughed up when his back hit the barrier hovered in mid-air, reflecting the fatal weakness in the elves' chests. "Did you find the switch?"

Their energy source is...

Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed his blood-soaked sleeve and used it as a coordinate axis, the tip of her key piercing into a disintegrating ice blade.

Amidst the turbulent flow of spiritual energy exploding in the void, reminiscent of milk tea, she saw the attack patterns of those elves begin to cycle—it was the third stress test scheme she had designed years ago, with a 0.7-second verification period before each energy overload.

“Let’s take a gamble.” She ripped off the bubble tea pendant hanging from her neck and pressed it into Jiang Ye’s palm. The black pearl suddenly extended into the shape of a sword hilt. “When I count to three, I’ll channel my spiritual power into this.” The star pattern on her collarbone began to heat up, and the aroma of bubble tea mixed with the smell of blood made her eyes sting.

The elves were reassembling the attack matrix, and the countdown to the verification period was projected as bright red numbers onto her retina.

Jiang Ye suddenly flipped over and leaped out of the barrier.

The parabola he drew in mid-air precisely passed through the three verification points, and the blood droplets from his torn clothes formed a temporary password: "The password has been changed, Miss!"

Your initial verification was based on the first six digits of pi...

Ye Shuli tightened her grip on the key.

The key marks and Jiang Ye's blood lit up simultaneously, and the QR codes on the elves' chests suddenly started displaying errors.

Amidst the shockwave of milk tea exploding in the void, she saw Jiang Ye fall from the highest point, the dark gold patterns on the bamboo flute frantically absorbing the surrounding rampaging spiritual energy.

“Now!” She tossed the key 0.03 seconds before the verification period ended.

When the sword transformed from the bubble tea pendant pierced the spirit's core, the entire void suddenly froze, resembling an old-fashioned film reel.

Jiang Ye slammed into her arms with such force that he shattered three of her ribs, but the ice blades that were about to cut his throat had already broken into jelly-like crystals.

As the darkness receded like the tide, Ye Shuli discovered that the liquid on her palm was not blood—it was the brownish-red color of bubble tea seeping from Jiang Ye's wound, with an inappropriate sweetness.

He crossed out the ingredient list on the back of her hand with his index finger. "Third revision suggestion... Don't add cilantro flavor to the lifesaving program..."

The voice was interrupted by a sudden, vibrating void.

Ye Shuli felt a sudden stinging pain in the star pattern on her collarbone, as the previously dissipated fragments of the spirit began to reassemble.

The dark gold patterns on Jiang Ye's bamboo flute had covered half of his neck, like a progress bar that was loading.

Ye Shuli touched the cold, milk tea-scented blood on the back of his neck, and suddenly a series of hexadecimal alarms appeared on her retina.

The remains of those elves were forming a Möbius strip-shaped sealing array, while Jiang Ye's gradually cooling hand was still tightly clutching the busty pendant.

The pearly black liquid at her collarbone began to flow backward, and a dark red halo seeped from between the lines of code on the milk tea recipe—Ye Shuli's fingertips dug into her palm, and the hexadecimal code pulsating in her retina overlapped with the dark gold lines spreading across Jiang Ye's neck, forming a blood-red warning.

The Möbius strip formed from the remains of a Void Storm Elf emitted a high-frequency buzzing sound, and the milk tea-flavored spiritual energy, carrying data streams, exploded into spiderweb-like cracks at her feet.

"Three seconds left in the verification period!" Jiang Ye suddenly grabbed her wrist, the pearl milk tea-colored liquid seeping from his wound dragging a fluorescent trajectory on the code matrix. "Use inverse Fourier transform!" He slammed his blood-stained bamboo flute heavily on the ground, and the burst of spiritual energy ripples turned the code circles under their feet into a caramel color.

Ye Shuli turned around and inserted the key into the star pattern on Jiang Ye's chest.

The black pearl liquid instantly swallowed all the red alarm lights, and she saw the QR codes on the elves' chests begin to loop infinitely—it was the self-destruct program that was embedded when the encryption algorithm was designed.

Each time the attack matrix reassembles to the 37% progress mark, the core energy will experience a phase difference of 0.03 seconds.

"Three o'clock!" Jiang Ye suddenly swung out his bamboo flute.

Dark gold patterns traced a parabola in the shape of a milk tea cup in mid-air, precisely striking the condensing spirit core.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli bit her fingertip, and the bloody milk tea recipe code penetrated the gap in the verification period. The hexadecimal numbers exploded in the void, sounding like a coriander-flavored alarm.

The sprite matrix instantly twisted into a milk tea vortex.

Ye Shuli dragged Jiang Ye into the code rift, and the black pearl liquid that erupted from the collarbone pattern enveloped the two of them in a cocoon.

A series of explosions were heard from the outside, and milk tea-jelly-like crystals mixed with data streams slammed into the protective shield.

"You should have updated your antivirus program a long time ago..." Jiang Ye's rant was interrupted by a cough, and the dark gold patterns on his neck had already crept up his jaw.

The voluptuous pendant floating in his palm was frantically absorbing the energy of the protective shield, and milk tea-colored spiritual energy threads were constantly leaking from the wound.

Ye Shuli tore open her clothes and wrapped them around his bleeding left shoulder.

Fingertips touched the cold, flowing code deep within the wound—a sign of the void's power eroding it.

She pressed the star map pattern against Jiang Ye's chest, and the black pearl liquid collided with the dark gold pattern to create a dazzling blue light. "Don't sleep!"

Your spiritual energy circulation system needs...

The protective shield suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The sounds of explosions outside disappeared at some point, replaced by the sound of some kind of viscous liquid flowing.

Ye Shuli felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end—this was not the sound of a void storm.

The dark gold patterns on Jiang Ye's bamboo flute suddenly went out, and the remaining milk tea-flavored spiritual energy condensed into frost flowers.

"Thirty degrees southeast..." Jiang Ye barely raised his hand and pointed to a crack in the protective shield.

Ye Shuli saw a translucent gel-like substance floating outside the crack, its surface shimmering with a familiar hexadecimal glow—an energy fluctuation of a higher dimension than the void storm.

When the protective shield withstood the third impact, Ye Shuli was forced to cut off the flow of healing spiritual energy.

Jiang Ye suddenly rolled over and shielded her beneath him, the dark gold patterns forming a temporary defensive net on his back.

The gelatinous substance seeping into the cracks etched ring-shaped codes into the ground, each character exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

“Change the password…” Jiang Ye’s weak voice was mixed with the smell of blood, “This time, add taro boba…” The faint glow from his fingertips burned a small hole in the code ring, and Ye Shuli took the opportunity to pour black pearl liquid into the crack.

Suddenly, a piercing metallic scraping sound came from outside, like countless keys scraping against glass at the same time.

The protective shield completely disintegrated during the fifth impact.

Ye Shuli hugged Jiang Ye and rolled into the nearest code rift. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw half a human face emerge from the gelatinous substance—the features of which were clearly those of the female cultivator from the Void Organization she had seen ten years ago.

The lingering spiritual energy from the milk tea scent formed a final barrier around the two, while in the distance, the Möbius strip sealing array emitted an ominous hum.

Jiang Ye's body temperature continued to drop as he was enveloped in the black pearl liquid, and the dark gold patterns on his neck had spread to behind his ears.

Ye Shuli's hand, gripping the boob pendant, trembled slightly as the sound of the gelatinous substance corroding the protective shield grew closer.

She suddenly heard a strange vibration in her chest—the star pattern on her collarbone was absorbing the dark gold code seeping out from Jiang Ye.

The void suddenly fell into absolute silence.

All the code cracks simultaneously shrank to the size of a pinhead, and even the rampant gelatinous substance stopped flowing.

Ye Shuli felt a cold touch on the back of her neck, as if someone was pressing a milk tea straw against her vital spot.

Jiang Ye's drooping hand suddenly twitched and grabbed the hem of her clothes, his fingertips drawing half a broken QR code in the pool of blood.