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

Before the dust kicked up by the purple-robed elder kneeling on the ground had settled, the elemental crystals wrapped around Ye Shuli's fingertips suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

Jiang Ye wiped the bloodstains from his face; the shadow cast by the dark red star was turning his pupils amber.

"Sister Li, if this star falls to earth, it could be fatal." He said with his usual teasing tone, but his hand was already on the Shattered Star Dagger at his waist.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than twenty-eight bone nails suddenly pierced through the clouds and drove into the ground, shattering the dark red star into countless stardust fragments a hundred feet above the ground.

Twelve dark figures drifted in, stepping on stardust, their black iron masks shimmering with liquid runes.

The leading man raised his hand and lightly tapped the mask, and suddenly the Kharosthi on Ye Shuli's neck emitted blue smoke—this was the first time she had felt the signs of elements going out of control since she transmigrated.

"A Nine-Turn Elemental Body?" The masked man's voice was like the grinding of rusty gears. "We haven't seen such a reckless fusionist in three thousand years." The bronze wheel floating behind him began to rotate in reverse, and Ye Shuli's newly reconstructed ninth-order spirit sword suddenly disintegrated into primordial particles.

Jiang Ye suddenly tossed out three copper coins.

The five coins he brought from the modern world exploded with electromagnetic sparks in mid-air, barely hindering the wheel's suction. "Your management bureau doesn't even consult the almanac when checking water meters?" he grumbled, while a thunder talisman hidden in his sleeve quietly moved along the ground.

Seven masked figures simultaneously formed hand seals, and a strange array resembling the periodic table of elements appeared on the ground.

Ye Shuli suddenly laughed. She recognized that the array diagram contained Maxwell's equations—these people were actually trying to use scientific principles to imprison mystical power.

"The theory of elemental balance simply doesn't hold true in the presence of a spiritual field." She drew a line across the bloodline on her wrist, and the suspended blood droplets automatically arranged themselves according to the Schrödinger equation. "Want me to teach you the correct use of quantum entanglement?"

The bronze wheel suddenly emitted a piercing alarm sound.

The masked leader staggered back three steps, and the black iron masks of his two companions behind him shattered, revealing faces covered with electronic patterns—these were actually semi-mechanized cultivators.

Ye Shuli took the opportunity to embed elemental crystals into the ground.

The annihilation reaction resulting from the collision of modern physics knowledge and mystical spiritual power bloomed a Klein blue halo with a diameter of ten feet beneath her feet.

Jiang Ye's Five Emperors Coins fragments reassembled into a miniature particle accelerator within the halo of light, blasting the three mechanical cultivators into the mountain wall.

"Watch out for the left flank!" Jiang Ye suddenly shouted.

The lightning talisman he threw exploded three inches to Ye Shuli's left, burning the attacking mechanical tentacles to charcoal.

The fluid flowing from the cut surfaces of these tentacles is not blood, but fluorescent nanofluid.

The masked leader suddenly ripped open his breastplate, revealing a dark matter core embedded in his chest cavity.

The direction of gravity on the entire battlefield began to distort, and the elemental crystals in Ye Shuli's hair emitted a crisp sound as their crystal structures reorganized.

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye by the collar and threw him backward: "Go find the ley line nodes!"

Jiang Ye twisted and flipped in mid-air, his boots narrowly missing the edge of the gravity vortex.

Just as he was about to rush towards the nearest dragon vein, three mechanical chains suddenly burst forth from the ground.

These chains are decorated with hexagrams from the I Ching, but they are calculated using binary code.

"You cheated!" When Jiang Ye swung his dagger to cut the chains, he discovered that the blade of the Shattered Star Dagger was cracked from the impact.

More mechanical cultivators emerged from the point of gravity distortion, their energy sources resonating with the Kharosthi inscription on Ye Shuli's neck.

Ye Shuli suddenly swallowed the fragments of the ninth-tier spirit sword.

The quantized elemental power materialized in her pupils as a galactic vortex, and the suspended Klein blue halos suddenly contracted into singularities.

The mechanical cultivators who were about to pounce on Jiang Ye suddenly froze, and the dark matter cores within their bodies began to jump uncontrollably.

"This is... elemental collapse!" The masked leader's mechanical voice fluctuated for the first time.

The dark matter core in his chest suddenly expanded into a black hole, sucking half of his companions into the quantum realm.

The remaining nanofluids coalesced into a silver stream at Ye Shuli's feet, reflecting countless fragmented parallel universes.

Jiang Ye took the opportunity to crush the spatial jade pendant in his arms.

This was a life-saving artifact they had unearthed from an ancient tomb last month. The spatial turbulence that exploded at that moment sent the remaining enemies flying hundreds of feet away.

Just as he was about to rush over and grab Ye Shuli, three bronze locks engraved with Turing codes suddenly wrapped around his ankles.

"Continue the calculation!" Ye Shuli slapped a glowing data stream into his forehead.

Countless holographic formulas exploded before Jiang Ye's eyes, and he heard her unusually urgent instructions: "Use Yang-Mills theory to deconstruct the chains!"

As Jiang Ye endured the excruciating pain in his head and began mentally calculating the gauge field equations, the scattered nanofluids suddenly coalesced into a human shape.

The newly generated mechanical monk's eyes gleamed with the eerie blue of flowing data. What sprang from his palm was no longer a weapon, but a device resembling a modern laser emitter—but the muzzle was not locked onto Ye Shuli, but onto Jiang Ye, who was cracking the bronze lock.

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The bronze chains suddenly taut during the flow of the Turing Code, and Jiang Ye's temples throbbed.

The gauge field equations flooding his mind overlapped with the holographic formulas dancing before his eyes. He bit his tongue to stay awake with the pain—the topological structure of Yang-Mills theory in the spiritual field actually differed from that of modern physics in seven variables.

"Break!" He dipped his lips in blood and drew a modified non-Abel field in the air, and the bronze lock shattered into countless binary characters.

The laser emitters of three mechanical monks in the distance were already aimed at his back, and the Kharosthi on Ye Shuli's neck suddenly burst out with a blinding light.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ye rolled into the rift where the spatial turbulence had not yet dissipated.

The laser beam grazed past the tips of his tousled hair, melting three round holes emitting blue smoke into the mountain wall behind him.

He unleashed an electromagnetic net made of fragments of five ancient coins, temporarily trapping his pursuers: "Sister Li, these bastards know how to commit crimes across disciplines!"

Ye Shuli is currently confronting the masked leader.

The dark matter core in the opponent's chest is pulsating in a Fibonacci sequence pattern, and each energy fluctuation triggers a quantum tunneling effect in the crystallization of elements.

The Klein blue aura that she had condensed at her fingertips suddenly dispersed, capturing a 0.3-second phase difference during the seventh energy pulse.

"I see." The swirling galaxy in her pupils suddenly froze as she realized that before each of the opponent's killing moves, the dark matter core would form a Klein bottle-shaped energy ring at the Tanzhong acupoint.

This discovery reminded her of the star map array she had cracked in the ancient tomb three months earlier—it turned out that the mechanical monks' fatal weakness lay in a topological loophole.

The moment the masked leader raised his mechanical arm again, Ye Shuli deliberately caused a 0.5-second delay in the elemental shield on her right shoulder.

As expected, the dark matter shockwave struck the vulnerability, but she detonated the Schrödinger equation she had laid out beforehand the moment the energy ring took shape—the observed quantum state collapsed into a triple element storm in the real world.

"Impossible!" The masked leader's mechanical voice cracked for the first time.

His dark matter core trembled violently in the elemental storm, and the patterns of the Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art on the surface of his breastplate clashed violently with Maxwell's equations.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli reassembled the ninth-tier spirit sword fragments into the Dirac Blade, the tip of which precisely pierced the Möbius knot of the energy ring.

A blinding light, comparable to a supernova explosion, swept across the battlefield, sending the masked leader flying backward and crashing into three stone pillars.

The dark matter core on his chest cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and the flowing nanofluids suddenly retreated frantically as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

The attacks of the other mechanical monks were momentarily halted, and for a brief moment, the sound of their internal quantum computers overloading could even be heard.

Jiang Ye seized the opportunity to throw out five thunder talismans.

These talismans formed a pentagram array in mid-air, trapping the three mechanical cultivators in an electromagnetic cage.

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and leaped to Ye Shuli's side: "I should have brought a copy of 'Feynman Lectures on Physics' with me when we traveled through time..."

Before he could finish speaking, the remaining mechanical monks suddenly detonated their chest armor encased in their armor.

Tens of thousands of nanobots surged out of their bodies, and these insects, glowing with a ghostly blue light, formed a Tai Chi Bagua formation in the air.

Ye Shuli's pupils constricted sharply—every individual insect in the swarm was simultaneously exhibiting wave-particle duality, which was clearly a group attack at the quantum level.

"Close your eyes!" She suddenly pressed the elemental crystal into Jiang Ye's palm.

Within the bursting Klein blue light curtain, a Hilbert spatial barrier instantly formed around the two of them.

The swarm of nanobots crashed into the barrier, creating ripples, each ripple reflecting a different dimension of the battle scene—this was the dimensional reduction attack capability awakened after the elemental fusion.

When the swarm of insects automatically annihilated due to the dimensional fall, Ye Shuli suddenly let out a muffled groan.

Forcibly maintaining the high-dimensional barrier consumed 30% of her spiritual power, and the Kharosthi on her neck began to burn again.

Jiang Ye pressed the Five Emperor Coins against her back: "I'll use my modern magnetic field to fill the gap in your spiritual power!"

The battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The masked leader struggled to his feet, six mechanical tentacles emerging from his shattered breastplate, each tip shimmering with the totems of a different civilization: "Execute the final agreement..."

“It’s time to change our strategy.” Ye Shuli suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye’s wrist and coupled their spiritual energy through the Yang-Mills field.

The elemental crystals melted into liquid light in her palm, and these rays of light, upon landing, generated countless illusionary bubbles in the shape of Klein bottles—each bubble carrying the source code of the deepest fears of the mechanical monks.

The masked leader, who was at the forefront, suddenly froze.

The battlefield before him had turned into a graveyard filled with wrecked machinery, and the dark matter core in his chest was being devoured by the swarm of nanobots he had created.

The other mechanical monks were caught in a logical dead end—they witnessed their own creation and destruction simultaneously within the illusion.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Ye pulled Ye Shuli back: "Is this move called the 'Brain in a Vat' deluxe experience?"

"To be precise, it was achieved using quantum entanglement..." Ye Shuli's words abruptly stopped.

The mechanical monks trapped in the illusion suddenly began to vibrate in unison, their energy sources resonating with a kind of fluctuation that transcended the laws of physics.

Even more frightening is that this fluctuation is strikingly similar to the spacetime ripples she caused when she traveled through time.

The two stood back to back at the edge of the battlefield, watching the mechanical monks struggle between reality and illusion.

Jiang Ye suddenly lowered his voice: "At three o'clock, that energy vortex is reversing the structure of your illusion."

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this.

She did indeed sense a force devouring the elemental illusion. This method of consumption reminded her of the superconducting quantum interference device she had seen in the laboratory before her transmigration—but what she sensed at this moment was clearly an upgraded version that incorporated the celestial observation techniques of the cultivation world.

When the last mechanical monk was swallowed by the illusion, a sudden change occurred.

All the bubbles in the Klein bottle suddenly collapsed into a singularity, and a blurry face emerged in the burst of intense light.

The moment that face appeared, the Kharosthi script on Ye Shuli's neck suddenly frosted over, and all the Five Emperor Coins in Jiang Ye's arms stood up.

"Let's go!" Ye Shuli decisively crushed the teleportation talisman.

In the instant before the spacetime distortion, she clearly saw that face reveal a familiar cold smile—it was the family enemy who had pushed her off the cliff three years ago, but at this moment, that person's left eye had become a mechanical prosthetic eye.

After the light dissipated, the nanofluids scattered on the ground suddenly coalesced into a mirror.

The reflection in the mirror slowly raised its hand, its fingertips touching the spot where Ye Shuli had just been standing.

A hundred miles away on a mountaintop, a figure wearing a bronze mask put away the Sky-Gazing Mirror, and the skin exposed from the cuffs was covered with electronic patterns similar to those of the mechanical monks.