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

As the dust from the shattered barrier fell into their hair, Jiang Ye was the first to flip over and shield Ye Shuli with his body.

The clansmen who came running from afar assumed it was just the young Daoist couple unable to contain their emotions, and several aunties blushed as they threw a plain-colored outer robe at them.

"The detector shows the radiation level is zero." Ye Shuli wiped the blood off Jiang Ye's chin with her sleeve, her pinky finger seemingly unintentionally brushing against his right hand that was clutching the bronze fragment.

The binary markings on the edge of the fragment perfectly match her number in a modern laboratory.

Jiang Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist as she tried to pull it back: "The nanomaterials in the protective gloves will degrade." He flipped his palm over, and half of the fragment fit perfectly with the other half in Ye Shuli's hidden pocket in her sleeve, forming a complete ring. The date coordinates of the day she traveled through time were clearly displayed at the joint.

When the cheers drew within three zhang (approximately 10 meters), Ye Shuli finally broke free of her restraints.

She put the ring into her inner pocket and turned around to see Jiang Ye wrapping his back wound with a blood-stained belt—in the scar that ran across his shoulder blade, she could vaguely see bionic nerve lines of the same type as those of the man in the black robe.

"The Void Organization's assessment consists of three trials." Ye Shuli raised her voice to greet her clansmen, her fingertips conjuring a holographic projection from her sleeve.

Light and shadow intertwined to create a dark blue void corridor. She deliberately skipped the part where Jiang Ye dismantled the psionic core with his bare hands in the second layer of the mechanism array.

Jiang Ye leaned against the broken pillar with his arms crossed, and casually remarked, "The spirit-attracting device that Miss Ye modified from a lightning rod was amazing back then," prompting several young cultivators to immediately pull out their jade slips to record it.

His right hand hung limply behind his back, with half a broken magnetic chain still wrapped around his fingers—a remnant of the restraint device from the black-robed man's neck chip.

"The last quantum barrier..." Ye Shuli's voice suddenly paused, and a holographic image suddenly appeared showing Jiang Ye tearing the energy net apart with his bare hands.

Amidst the exclamations of her people, she caught a glimpse of the new wound on the other person's wrist, which glowed with the same eerie blue light as the man in the black robe.

Jiang Ye suddenly flashed close, his metallic scent brushing against her ear: "Madam, conserve your spiritual energy. We still need to repair the clan's protective array tonight." His fingertips brushed against the holographic controller, and the scene immediately switched to Ye Shuli's heroic figure as she deciphered the ancient runes.

As dusk deepened, the last few clansmen who had sought instruction in weapon crafting techniques finally dispersed.

Jiang Ye played with the bronze fragment as he approached the campfire. The flickering firelight illuminated a tiny line of text on the back of the fragment—it was the experimental data that Ye Shuli hadn't completed before she transmigrated.

"A congratulatory gift from the Void Organization." He suddenly tossed over an ice crystal jade slip. The spiritual patterns wrapped around the slip transformed into the scent of jasmine from her hometown when they touched Ye Shuli's palm.

The congratulatory message engraved on the inside of the jade slip using nano-etching technology, with a silhouette of a woman wrapped in rose gold thread shimmering at the signature.

The moment the campfire exploded and sparks flew, the ice crystal jade slip suddenly trembled violently in Ye Shuli's palm.

A silhouette of a woman entwined with rose gold threads was projected in mid-air, and a clear, cool female voice echoed from the void: "Is the communication function included with this gift satisfactory, Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Ye flicked a silver light from his fingertip, severing the gold thread that was trying to wrap around his sleeve.

He turned and grabbed Ye Shuli's wrist, lifting it above his head. His blood-stained black belt and plain white robe tangled and fell to the ground. "Everyone, bear witness—" the young man's voice, imbued with spiritual power, reverberated for miles, startling the blue-beaked spirit birds perched in the forest, "My beloved only knows how to dismantle quantum barriers with her bare hands, cook hotpot with thunder talismans, and pour cola into her spirit core..."

"Shut up!" Ye Shuli kicked his shin with burning ears, but the hand that was being held secretly turned over and used a nano-glove to wipe away the biological information that was being replicated on the surface of the jade slip.

A few drops of pale blue blood seeped from the unhealed wound on Jiang Ye's back, landing precisely at the corner of the woman's silhouette's eye.

The burst of laughter from the crowd shattered the last vestige of ambiguity, and several children chased and played around, mimicking Jiang Ye's tone.

Ye Shuli lowered her head to sort through the bronze fragments in her hidden bag, and suddenly smelled a rusty smell in the wind—the same smell as the coolant leaked from the mechanical puppets when they were ambushed in the Void Corridor three months ago.

"The spirit locust tree in the southwest corner." She used the act of tying Jiang Ye's belt to slip the holographic detector into his blood-stained clothes.

The projection showed that the ancient trees on the edge of the clan's territory were oozing a gelatinous substance, and the bark texture was gradually arranging into a triangular warning symbol that they had seen in the Void Organization's secret base.

Jiang Ye suddenly loosened the belt he had just tied, revealing his lean waist and abdomen amidst gasps from the crowd.

He pointed to the old wound that ran across his ribs and shouted, "The lady used this modified magnetic storm coil back then..." While successfully attracting everyone's attention, he kicked half a bronze fragment into a crack in the roots of the spirit locust tree with his toe.

As the celebration banquet continued until midnight, Ye Shuli finally found an opportunity to retreat to the altar.

Just as she was about to activate the underground defense core, she was suddenly enveloped in an embrace reeking of alcohol.

Jiang Ye's burning palm covered her hands that were operating the holographic keyboard, and he whispered in her ear, emboldened by his drunkenness, "The third crack in the tree root, the bionic nerve line."

As the defensive formation activated and a beam of light shot into the sky, a faint cracking sound came from the southwest corner.

Ye Shuli looked at the abnormal red dot that had disappeared on the holographic map and suddenly noticed that Jiang Ye was wearing an unfamiliar ring on his right little finger—the same material as the rose gold thread wrapped around the ice crystal jade slip, and it was now shimmering with the fluctuations of the defensive array.

“The power of the void needs a medium.” Jiang Ye raised his hand, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, and let Ye Shuli use the laser blade to cut open the surface of the ring.

Inside the built-in microcapsule, the semi-solidified, dark blue liquid resonated with the energy source in the chip on the black-robed man's neck, projecting a three-dimensional interstellar coordinate map beneath their feet.

Ye Shuli embedded the capsule into the core of the defensive array, then turned to see Jiang Ye wiping the bronze fragments with the blood-stained corner of his clothes.

In the leaping flames, the binary code from the modern laboratory overlapped with interstellar coordinates, spelling out the number of the meteorite sample she last touched before her transmigration.

As celebratory fireworks exploded overhead, the defensive array suddenly and automatically generated a second transparent barrier.

Jiang Ye leaned against the stone tablet at the center of the array, playing with the imitation ring that had been replaced at some point: "Don't you think the rose gold looks quite nice with your hairpin, Madam?" A fragment of the magnetic chain that had slipped from his sleeve was now attracting a few strands of gold thread that matched the silhouette of the woman.