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

Ye Shuli gripped the railing of the observatory with her five fingers, and the wine seeped into the cracks of the bluestone bricks along the patterns of the holographic map.

Jiang Ye flicked off her oil-stained tactical gloves, revealing three silver-gray metal plates precisely embedded in her hair: "Dark Matter Locators—the leftover scraps from your improved defense array."

Three hundred miles away, the thunderclouds suddenly collapsed into points of light, and the bronze bells vibrated with sonic booms.

Ye Shuli grabbed the energy band of Jiang Ye's tactical cloak and leaped into the spatial rift left over from the improved defensive array last night.

The moment the nanogloves came into contact with the power of the void, twenty-seven suspended light screens exploded with energy spectra on her retina.

The Spirit King-level protective shield has four minutes remaining. Jiang Ye's mechanical eye pops up a red countdown timer, and the particle stream ejected from the soles of his tactical boots traces a pale blue trajectory in the void.

Countless crystal fragments floated around them, reflecting the purple cloud tattoos on the corpses of the Xuan Yin Pavilion assassins.

The purplish-black thunderclouds suddenly solidified above the two people's heads.

The female cultivator from the Void Organization swooped down on her psionic skateboard, her black iron chains shredding three floating crystals: "The stowaways should pay their toll." The silver bell hooked on her pinky finger jingled; it was the medical supplies that had gone missing from last night's victory celebration.

Ye Shuli's nano gloves brushed against Jiang Ye's sword at his waist, and half a bottle of Phoenix Blood popped out from the hidden compartment of the sword hilt.

The moment the crimson liquid was splashed onto the power of the void, the originally chaotic energy flow suddenly manifested—thirty-seven golden threads were spreading from the female cultivator's ankles into the depths of the thunderclouds.

&34; Southeast corner energy node. &34; Jiang Ye threw out nano-reconnaissance insects, and the swarm of insects released the smell of Xuan Yin Pavilion's special gunpowder as they gnawed at the golden threads.

Ye Shuli used a fragment of meteorite iron as leverage to flip over, and her nano-gloves precisely grabbed the two most violently vibrating threads.

The female cultivator summoned twelve ice blades, but when she cut the silk threads, the recoil caused her tiger's mouth to split open.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Ye threw out a magnetic storm grenade. The electromagnetic field generated by the explosion caused all the floating crystals to turn and aim at the enemy.

Ye Shuli leaped onto the highest crystal by pulling on the silk thread, and the locator in her hair suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light.

"Your improved sonic barrier..." Before Jiang Ye could finish speaking, Ye Shuli had already wrapped the silk threads around the energy band of her tactical cloak.

The moment the power of the void flowed into the cloak along the threads, the female cultivator's psionic skateboard suddenly went out of control and crashed into the thundercloud.

Three hundred nanobots emerged from the explosion wreckage, carrying fragments of purple cloud patterns to piece together a complete tattoo design.

As Ye Shuli watched the Xuan Bird totem gradually taking shape in the center of the pattern, the nano gloves suddenly sensed the same energy ripples as those from the spatial rift last night.

&34;The Third Elder's study also has this...&34;Jiang Ye's mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly went black for two seconds.

The female cultivator tore open her blood-stained sleeve, revealing a totem on her wrist that was a perfect mirror image of the Black Bird pattern.

As the power of the void condensed into a spear in her palm, Ye Shuli's wristwatch suddenly sounded an overload alarm for the defensive array.

Seven floating crystals suddenly formed a star map array, and Ye Shuli dragged Jiang Ye towards the area with the least energy.

The instant the female cultivator's spear pierced their afterimages, twenty modified sonic barriers poured out from the nano-gloves—using the energy of the black crystals seized at the victory celebration.

(End of this chapter) The void energy vibrated violently within the sound barrier, and Ye Shuli's nano gloves suddenly emitted a high-frequency beep.

The diamond-shaped array of twenty barriers suddenly reversed, deflecting the spear that the female cultivator had just condensed back to her feet.

Jiang Ye's tactical boots emitted bluish-green flames, drawing three intersecting arcs of electricity in mid-air.

&34; Southeast corner fragment! &34; Ye Shuli grabbed the energy belt of Jiang Ye's tactical cloak, flipped over and leaped up, her nano-gloves grabbing a crystal fragment that refracted purple light.

The ice blade array summoned by the female cultivator had just taken shape when it was corroded by the void energy refracted by the fragments, creating honeycomb-like holes.

Jiang Ye fired three magnetic storm bombs, and the electromagnetic pulse generated by the explosions suddenly materialized the suspended Xuan Bird totem.

Where the dark red wings swept, black blood suddenly seeped from the mirror totem on the female cultivator's wrist.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli pierced the overloaded watch of the defensive array with a crystal fragment, and the energy flow from the exploding watch face instantly enveloped the two of them.

"Three minutes!" The countdown from Jiang Ye's prosthetic eye suddenly accelerated, and his tactical glove split open with two bloody gashes.

The female cultivator tore open her blood-stained clothes, revealing black patterns on her chest that were perfectly symmetrical to the Xuan Bird totem.

Void energy formed twelve rotating cones around her, the tips of which were aimed at the back of Ye Shuli's neck, which had been exposed when Ye Shuli improved the defensive array.

Ye Shuli suddenly pressed the nano gloves against the energy core of Jiang Ye's tactical vest, and the black crystals remaining in the defensive array suddenly formed a star map under their feet.

As the female cultivator's spike struck the edge of the star map, the smell of Xuan Yin Pavilion's specially made gunpowder suddenly filled the air—it was the residue of the golden threads that had been devoured by nanobots the previous night.

"Close your eyes!" Ye Shuli yanked the emergency light stick off Jiang Ye's tactical belt. The moment the bright light pierced through the suspended crystal, twenty-seven holographic projections appeared simultaneously around the female cultivator.

Each projection repeated the energy node fluctuations that leaked when she summoned the ice blades, and the purple cloud tattoo turned deep purple under the bright light.

The female cultivator angrily ripped off the silver chain around her neck, and three mechanical spiders crawled out of the black mist that exploded from the pendant.

Jiang Ye swung out his magnetic grappling hook and caught the nearest meteorite, using the force to swing behind Ye Shuli's improved sonic barrier: 30 degrees northwest!

Ye Shuli stepped on Jiang Ye's shoulder and flipped in mid-air, her nano-gloves grabbing two golden threads corroded by the magnetic storm.

The moment the silk threads entangled the mechanical spiders, sparks suddenly flew from the psionic skateboard beneath the female cultivator's feet—the spiders contained sedative capsules that the medical team had lost the previous night.

As the black mist was neutralized into a pale gray by the tranquilizer, Jiang Ye's mechanical eye suddenly caught a flash of light in the energy-sparse area.

Ye Shuli dragged him into the crevice between two crystals, where the female cultivator's array of ice blades sliced ​​the meteorite iron into metal blocks that emitted a chilling aura.

The overload alarm of the defense array blared five meters away, and the buzzing of the nano-gloves resonated with the cooling system of Jiang Ye's tactical vest.

"Now!" Ye Shuli suddenly pulled the dark matter locator from her hair and pressed it into her palm. The phoenix blood left over from last night's improvement of the defensive array suddenly burned in the void energy.

The moment the twelfth sharp cone summoned by the female cultivator struck the flames, the Xuan Bird totem suddenly emitted a sharp cry.

Jiang Ye's tactical cloak was burned with three charred holes, and in the red warning box that popped up in the mechanical eye, Ye Shuli's vital signs suddenly soared to the critical value.

The female cultivator grinned as she thrust the ice blade into the center of the flames, only to suddenly discover that her mirrored totem was devouring the flesh and blood of her arm.

"You think..." Ye Shuli's voice was hoarse, like metal scraping against metal. Her nano-glove suddenly split open, revealing bleeding fingers. "...Only you know how to use the Backlash Spell?"

The burning phoenix blood suddenly condensed into the shape of an arrow, precisely piercing the black markings on the female cultivator's chest.

The array of cones formed by void energy instantly reversed, pinning her own psionic skateboard into the suspended meteorite.

The Black Bird totem spread its wings and pounced on the struggling enemy, the edges of its wings flashing with the sonic codes buried in the defensive array last night.

The female cultivator let out a shrill scream, and seven mechanical crows flew out from the bursting blood mist around her.

Jiang Ye unleashed a magnetic storm net to cover these mechanical creations, and the electromagnetic pulse generated by the explosion caused the entire void area to freeze for three seconds.

Ye Shuli leaped to the highest point, stepping on a fragment of crystal. The phoenix blood remaining on the nano gloves suddenly condensed into a solid whip.

&34; It's over. &34; The moment the whip shattered the last floating crystal, the overloaded wristwatch of the defensive array suddenly emitted a golden beam of light.

The female cultivator's body, which was nailed to the meteorite, suddenly carbonized, and the totem on her wrist turned into black ash and was swept away by the void turbulence.

When Jiang Ye caught Ye Shuli as she fell, the coolant in his tactical vest had already soaked through his back.

The red warning box on his prosthetic eye kept flashing, but it clearly reflected the pale smile of the person in his arms.

The suspended crystals three hundred meters away suddenly arranged themselves automatically, forming a complete black bird totem.

&34; Energy Resonance... &34; Ye Shuli's blood-stained finger pressed against the indentation in the center of the totem, and the ripples left over from the spatial rift last night suddenly materialized into a portal of light.

Half a tube of Phoenix Blood popped out of Jiang Ye's tactical belt. The moment the dark red liquid was injected into the portal, the sound of ancient mechanisms turning came from the depths of the void.

In their clasped hands, the residual defensive array energy from the nano-gloves suddenly surged.

Ye Shuli felt a burning sensation bursting in her heart, and twenty-seven rotating star patterns flashed across her retina.

When Jiang Ye pressed his bruised lips against hers, she tasted the blood mixed with the energy of the black crystal.

The void energy swirled in the entangled breaths, and the Xuan Bird totem unfurled its dazzling wings above their heads.

The magnetic storm particles remaining on Jiang Ye's tactical cloak burst forth with blue light during the kiss, melting the suspended crystal fragments into a rain of liquid metal.

A muffled thud of meteorites colliding suddenly came from afar.

The moment Ye Shuli pushed Jiang Ye away, she saw the light gate three hundred meters away twisting and deforming.

The smell of Xuan Yin Pavilion's specially made gunpowder mixed with the fishy odor of the purple cloud pattern tattoo, forming blurry beast outlines in the void turbulence.

As Jiang Ye's prosthetic eye popped up a new warning box, Ye Shuli had already poured the last half bottle of phoenix blood onto the surface of the light gate.

The burning bloodstains revealed seven rotating runes, each bearing the cinnabar mark unique to the secret scrolls of the Third Elder's study.

"Someone activated what we dismantled last night..." Before Jiang Ye could finish speaking, the entire void suddenly tilted ninety degrees.

The wristwatch, overloaded by the defensive array, exploded into pieces. In the last half second before disappearing, Ye Shuli saw a blood-stained black iron chain flash deep within the portal—the remains of the weapon the female cultivator had used earlier.