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

Milky white gel, wrapped with metal shards, fell in a rustling sound. Ye Shuli shook off the yogurt-like substance stuck to the sole of her boot.

The data tower's remains collapsed into pixels behind us, but the void winds that rushed towards us were ten times colder than when we arrived.

"Welcome to the true void layer." The black-robed figure materialized from the distorted light, the metal mask refracting hexagonal snowflake patterns.

The Void Organization leader's voiceprint sounded like sandpaper rubbing against a synthesizer: "Taking away power requires paying a price."

Jiang Ye crushed the frosting that had solidified at the tip of the straw: "The toll we just paid is enough to buy half a milk tea shop." He casually twirled the pearl pendant, but the dark purple energy suddenly extinguished the moment it came into contact with the leader's oppressive aura.

Ye Shuli pressed her hand on the buzzing star map compass at her waist.

Modern topology knowledge automatically disassembled the spatial structure in her mind—this space, which called itself a void layer, was clearly a higher-dimensional Klein bottle nesting model.

"The exit is at the eighth spatial fold." The leader raised his hand and blasted open three thousand six hundred bronze doors, quantum clouds flickering on the doorframes. "Only those who walk out alive will pass."

When Jiang Ye's sneakers stepped onto the first strip of light, the milk tea-flavored spiritual energy automatically wove together to form an anti-slip pattern.

A golden coordinate system appeared in Ye Shuli's pupils, and the spatial curvature parameters were adjusted every seven steps.

The bronze door behind him closed with the sound of duct tape being torn, turning the escape route into a Möbius strip in a topological sense.

“There’s a chance of a cloud trap at the three o’clock position.” Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye by the back of his collar.

The spot of light he was about to step on suddenly exploded, revealing the internal rotating Kirk triple lock structure.

Her knowledge of modern fractal geometry allowed her to see through the disguise and draw the Sierpinski triangle escape route in the air with her foot.

As the eighth fold entrance appeared, Jiang Ye suddenly shoved Ye Shuli aside.

Three ice spikes, each carrying toxins from yogurt, flew past his ears, corroding honeycomb-like holes in the void barrier.

"Looks like someone doesn't want to queue for tickets." Ye Shuli sneered, and the Star Chart Compass shot out seven strings to bind the attacker.

The explorer, previously bound by double helix shackles, was now crawling erratically through the spatial crevices, yogurt-like revenge code oozing from his severed limbs.

More shadows seeped out from the creases of the Klein bottle.

These losers actually used rancid protein code to corrode the spatial structure and forcibly broke into the test passage.

The female cultivator at the head of the group had sparks of jealousy in her eyes, and the yogurt vortex in her palm had condensed into a black hole-level gravitational trap.

“Follow my footsteps!” Ye Shuli suddenly slapped the star map compass on Jiang Ye’s back.

The observer effect theory of modern physics roared in her mind—when two people share the observation rights of a spatial coordinate system, the path of quantum superposition collapses into a single path.

Jiang Ye tacitly closed his eyes and walked backwards, the milk tea spiritual power emanating from the pearl pendant weaving a Brownian motion protective net.

The pursuer's yogurt code collided with this barrier and instantly mutated into a harmless drizzle of whey protein.

"Three more curvature jumps to go!" Ye Shuli's eyelashes were covered in ice crystals, and her palms were scorched by the star map compass.

Modern cryptography is frantically deciphering the Fibonacci sequence encryption of space folding, but the sudden rush of blood into her nostrils reminds her that her mental capacity is nearing its limit.

The female cultivator suddenly detonated the entire probability cloud.

Yogurt code mixes with quantum foam to form a viscous colloid, twisting the outlet into the throat structure of a Klein bottle.

Jiang Ye's pearl pendant made a crisp sound like shattering glass, and the star pattern on the back of Ye Shuli's neck suddenly dimmed—some kind of malice beyond mathematical models was seeping in from a higher dimension.

"Hold on!" Jiang Ye suddenly snapped the pendant chain.

The spiritual energy of the milk tea, wrapped around crushed Oreo cookies, surged forth, tearing a chaotic rift in the void of absolute order.

The pursuers let out a hissing sound like spoiled yogurt, and the entire space began to collapse like melting cheese.

Amidst the violent tremors, Ye Shuli touched the door knocker at the eighth fold point.

Modern cryptography has finally solved the last Hilbert space equation, and the star map pattern and the hexagonal heraldry on the bronze door fit together perfectly.

Jiang Ye's back slammed heavily against the door frame, and the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth condensed into a pearly white crystal in mid-air.

The pursuer's shriek suddenly turned into a terrified tremor.

When Ye Shuli turned around, she saw an unforgettable scene—those twisted avengers were being compressed into two-dimensional yogurt murals by the collapsing space, and the fingertips of the female cultivators desperately reaching out to them had turned into solidified Greek geometric patterns.

"Ticket verification successful." The leader's voice came from a higher dimension as Ye Shuli used her last strength to drag Jiang Ye across the threshold.

The power of the void pulsated in a double helix in their clasped palms, but just as they were about to step out of the bronze gate, the fragment of Jiang Ye's pearl pendant suddenly absorbed the scattered resentment of all the pursuers.

Dark purple energy, like octopus tentacles, wrapped around Jiang Ye's ankle, while the star map pattern on the back of Ye Shuli's neck reacted by bursting out with icy blue flames.

The gaze from a higher dimension materialized at this moment as a snowflake emblem on the bronze door, and a kind of viscous malice dripped down along the spatial crack... Jiang Ye pulled Ye Shuli back half a step, and her back hit the bronze door frame with a dull thud.

The fragments of the pearl pendant burned red in his palm, and the dark purple energy tentacles suddenly changed direction, aiming straight for the attacker's throat.

"Milk tea doesn't taste good when it's cold." He flicked away the condensed blood droplets with his finger, and the ice crystals exploded in mid-air, breaking the protective shield of milk tea aroma.

Three ice swords formed from yogurt toxins crashed into the barrier and instantly melted into a bubbling liquid of lactic acid bacteria.

Ye Shuli snapped off two strands of hair from the back of her neck, and the star map compass spun in her palm, projecting the Milky Way.

The topological model constructed by modern cryptography pierced through the fog of the void, exposing seven weak points in the probability cloud. "Southwest, Kun position, three o'clock!" Before she finished speaking, Jiang Ye's sneakers had already crushed two spinning fragments of a Klein bottle.

The spiritual energy from the milk tea seeped into the spatial structure along the patterns on the soles of the shoes, and the ground where the pursuers stood suddenly collapsed into a Möbius strip.

Three transcendent explorers were caught off guard and fell into a self-reinforcing trap. The yogurt code they released kept repeating the attack actions like a cassette tape recording.

"A twelve-second cycle!" Ye Shuli bit her fingertip, and the star map pattern, after absorbing the blood, projected a bright red Cartesian coordinate system.

When the seventh spatial coordinate was locked, Jiang Ye suddenly threw the fragment of the pearl pendant into the air.

The dark purple energy tentacles multiplied wildly under the stimulation of the milk tea's spiritual power, and in the blink of an eye, they wove into a Brownian motion net covering the entire trap area.

Ye Shuli seized this one-thousandth of a second observation window and used a star chart compass to inscribe the entropy reduction formula of Maxwell's demon.

The pursuers' superhuman energy suddenly began to flow backward.

They were horrified to discover that the yogurt toxins that should have torn the space apart were coagulating into harmless fat globules, and even the honeycomb-like holes caused by the corrosion were automatically repairing themselves.

"Now!" Jiang Ye grabbed Ye Shuli and leaped toward the eighth fold point.

Double helix patterns of light lit up the palms of the two clasped hands, and the power of the void formed an energy vortex with the structure of a Klein bottle in the quantum entanglement.

The female cultivator's shriek pierced the dimensional barrier.

She tore open the front of her dress, which was adorned with snowflake emblems, revealing a heart engraved with jealousy spells using yogurt codes.

The temporary authority granted by the leader of the Void Organization allowed her to briefly break through the shackles of godhood, and her five fingers transformed into claws with Greek geometric patterns as she clawed at the back of Jiang Ye's neck.

Ye Shuli flicked out the Star Chart Compass with her backhand.

The Sierpinski triangulation activated by modern fractal algorithms unfolds layer by layer, only to be frozen by the higher-dimensional snowflake emblem the instant it comes into contact with the claws.

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around and hugged her, taking the blow with his back.

Fragments of the pearl pendant were completely embedded in the wound.

The spiritual power of milk tea and the toxins of yogurt clashed in the blood vessels, erupting into visible purple-gold electric arcs.

Jiang Ye coughed up blood and laughed, "Your improved pearl formula...cough...is quite effective at relieving pain..."

"Shut up!" Ye Shuli ripped open his blood-stained collar, and the star pattern on his fingertips climbed up Jiang Ye's collarbone.

The Poincaré regression model constructed by the power of the void began to reverse the timeline, and the female cultivator was horrified to find that her Greek geometric claws were retracting into ordinary palms.

Jiang Ye seized the opportunity to exploit this momentary opening.

He dipped his brush in the blood seeping from his wound and wrote the fluorescent graffiti of the milk tea shop sign in the air—it was the modern chemical formula that Ye Shuli had taught him.

When the last carboxylic acid symbol is completed, the entire whey protein in the trap zone suddenly undergoes the Maillard reaction.

The explosion of caramel aroma overwhelmed all the pursuers.

Ye Shuli dragged Jiang Ye towards the exit, and the Star Map Compass automatically deconstructed the sixteen-sided snowflake pattern on the bronze door.

The female cultivator, her hair disheveled, lunged at Jiang Ye, her fingernails drawing five curse lines resembling yogurt codes on his arm.

"Stay!" Her quantum spark pupils oozed black whey. "We can share..." Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Ye grabbed her chin.

The young man, his lips stained with blood, curled into a mischievous smile and suddenly turned to kiss Ye Shuli's lips.

The power of the void resonated in the Klein bottle the instant their lips touched.

The snowflake emblem on the female cultivator shattered instantly, and her temporary authority to maintain her realm collapsed like melted cheese.

In her dizziness, Ye Shuli bit Jiang Ye's lower lip, and the spiritual power of the pearl milk tea mixed with the taste of blood was poured into the star map compass, materializing the final exit coordinates into a physical form.

The moment the bronze door slammed shut, the two fell into the starry tunnel of the real world.

Ye Shuli's star pattern on the back of her neck suddenly emitted a sharp, alarm-like pain, and the yogurt curse on Jiang Ye's arm turned into black pearls and rolled to the ground.

"Something's not right." Ye Shuli picked up the mutated pearl.

Modern spectral analysis knowledge automatically projects detection data onto her retina, and the void power that should have dissipated is now reassembling.

Jiang Ye suddenly clutched his chest, the purplish-black energy remaining in the pearl pendant buzzing in his veins.

The sound of silk tearing came from the starry sky.

A higher-dimensional gaze penetrates the unhealed spatial rift, and a complex heraldry, transcending Greek geometry, is slowly taking shape in the void.

Ye Shuli's topological model emitted a blinding red light—this newly emerged energy source was using the Fibonacci sequence to analyze their world coordinates.

Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and channeled the last bit of spiritual energy from the milk tea into the alert barrier: "It seems someone brought in our battle recording."