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

The blue light from the teleportation array enveloped the two as they crashed onto the ice, causing a crack to appear in the crimson ice crystals on Jiang Ye's lower back.

He grimaced and pulled out a tinderbox, but the sparks were extinguished by the howling wind.

"Starting at minus eighty degrees Celsius." Ye Shuli's eyelashes instantly turned to frost as she shook out a mink cloak from her storage bracelet.

Ice crystals climbed wildly up the fur collar, and the downy fur froze into hard ice spikes that pricked the neck.

Jiang Ye clung to the ice wall and stomped his feet, saying, "This godforsaken place can even freeze a sneeze into a projectile—Achoo!" Sure enough, an ice bead shot towards the rock wall like a bullet, carving out a hole the size of a fist.

Twelve ice sculptures suddenly emerged from the depths of the rime ice.

The Frost Elemental Guardian's true form is actually flowing snow particles, freely changing shape among the ice sculptures.

It raised its fingers, pieced together from icicles, and a symbiotic ice film immediately grew between the sole of Jiang Ye's boot and the ice surface.

"We've come here..." Ye Shuli had barely opened her mouth when she was shoved with ice shards.

What the guardian raised his hand to stir up was not a cold wind, but a solid block of cold air.

Jiang Ye's Xuan Tie sword, which he used to parry, instantly became as brittle as a biscuit, its blade breaking in two and embedding itself into the ice.

Ye Shuli lashed out with a long whip formed from the essence of flames, but the flames were compressed into tiny, pale blue flames the size of a fingernail.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Ye grabbed a handful of ice shards and stuffed them into his collar, grinning with his bluish lips, "Don't you understand the concept of fighting poison with poison... Ouch, that's so refreshing!"

The guardian suddenly transformed into a blizzard tornado.

Ye Shuli watched as the ice crystals seeped into Jiang Ye's unhealed wound, freezing his blood into crimson ice threads.

The blood vessels wove themselves into a net, tearing the snow tornado that was trying to engulf them into pieces.

"Don't cover the wound!" Ye Shuli suddenly ripped open Jiang Ye's blood-stained collar, "The principle of low-temperature coagulation combined with..." The second half of her sentence was drowned out by the ice shards pouring into his collar.

She touched the gear-shaped mark on his chest, branded by the essence of fire, which was burning hot. Suddenly, she pulled him toward the nearest ice sculpture.

Three icicles grazed Jiang Ye's ear and embedded themselves in the ground, revealing gear totems in the exploding icy mist.

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted sharply—the patterns of those totems and spacetime anchor points she had seen in the Land of Flames were completely mirror-symmetrical.

Jiang Ye suddenly plunged the broken sword into his wound, dipped it in blood, and drew a crooked flame pattern on the ice: "Does this look familiar?" The moment the blood pattern touched the ice, lava patterns appeared on the twelve ice sculptures at the same time.

The guardian paused for half a second, and Ye Shuli's flame whip seized the opportunity to wrap around its snow particle body as it changed form.

The frost tornado suddenly changed direction, creating an ice hole above their heads.

Sunlight refracted through the icicles into a rainbow of lights, making the gear relief on Ye Shuli's storage bracelet glow.

She stared at the blood patterns slowly melting on the ice and suddenly remembered the insulation structure she had seen at the ski resort before she crossed over.

The gear relief on Ye Shuli's wrist refracted diamond-shaped light spots on the ice surface, and snowflakes suddenly evaporated into mist when they hit the light spots.

She stared at the distorted reflection beneath the ice, and the aerogel structure inside the mountaineering team's cold-weather suits suddenly became clear in her mind.

“Carbon fiber woven layer superimposed with nanopores…” She bit her index finger and drew symbols on the inside of her mink cloak, and fire elements coagulated along her blood to form a mesh-like film that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Jiang Ye was about to speak when he suddenly noticed the frost on his eyelashes starting to melt. "Did you feed the clothes chili powder?"

"The principle of the still air layer." Ye Shuli tore off half of her cloak and wrapped it around Jiang Ye. The ice crystals shattered into silver powder the moment they touched the thin film.

She suddenly pulled Jiang Ye and rolled to the left, and a three-meter-high icicle suddenly shot out from where they had been standing.

The Frost Guardian switched to its fifth ice sculpture form, with a blue light emanating from the point where its feet connected to the ice surface.

Ye Shuli squinted her eyes—each time the flowing snow particles recombined, they would form an energy vortex the size of a walnut at the arch of her foot.

“Remember the rhythm of the lava erupting in the Land of Fire?” She swung her long whip, wrapping it around Jiang Ye’s waist. “There will be a moment of stiffness after seven attacks.” Ice mist condensed into a slide beneath their feet, and the ice surface swept by the tip of the fiery whip suddenly reflected lava patterns.

Jiang Ye thrust his broken sword into the ice wall with his backhand, using the force to leap into the air. The blood seeping from his wound froze into crimson ice crystal bullets: "Big ice block, look here!" He deliberately jumped along the trajectory of the Guardian's switch, and ice spikes chased his afterimage, weaving a spider web among the twelve ice sculptures.

As the seventh ice spike pierced the ground, the blue light beneath the Guardian's feet suddenly flashed intensely.

Ye Shuli slid behind it on the icy mist, and her fiery whip transformed into fine needles that pierced the energy vortex.

Snow particles seeped from the spiderweb-like cracks on the surface of the ice sculpture, and suddenly the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the space.

"Here you go!" Jiang Ye tossed over a blood-stained fragment of black iron.

Ye Shuli pressed the fragment into the crack at the foot of the guardian, and the lava patterns suddenly climbed up the ice sculpture along the crack.

The twelve ice sculptures exploded into a rain of ice crystals at the same time, but were repelled by an invisible barrier when they touched three inches around them.

Frost elements condensed into a glowing stream that flowed towards Ye Shuli, and the gear relief on her wrist began to spin wildly.

Just as Jiang Ye was about to speak, he was suddenly pulled backward by an invisible force.

Before the shattered ice shards from his back had even hit the ground, he was pressed against the dissipating remains of the Guardian as if drawn by a magnet.

"Grab him!" Ye Shuli's fiery whip wrapped around Jiang Ye's ankle.

A giant gear phantom suddenly emerged from beneath the ice, and the suction force resonating with the fiery spirit branding instantly surged.

Jiang Ye's fingertips brushed against her stray hairs, and he suddenly disappeared into the gear totem beneath the ice.

When Ye Shuli rushed to the edge of the ice cave, she only saw fragments of Jiang Ye's clothes hanging on the icicles.

Frost elements continued to flow into her meridians, but the gears on her wrists began to rotate in reverse, tearing the still-unfrozen ice elements into spiderweb-like cracks.