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

A spacetime rift churned in the sky, its dark purple vortex swirling, and fragments of memory in Jiang Ye's pupils were disappearing at a visible speed.

Ye Shuli gripped his icy wrist, her medical rubber gloves stained with the indigo liquid seeping from his temples—a harbinger of his mental breakdown.

"To make hot pot dipping sauce, you need sesame paste, fermented bean curd juice, and chive blossoms..." Ye Shuli recited their first conversation in a trembling voice, but Jiang Ye's bewildered gaze pierced her heart like a steel needle.

The boy huddled beside the broken bronze pillar, his right hand still mechanically drawing smiley face symbols on the stone slab; the crooked lines had overlapped into a chaotic blob of ink.

Ye Shuli suddenly ripped off the atomic necklace hanging around her neck.

This is a spiritual energy counter she crafted using ancient methods; at this moment, twelve tungsten beads are vibrating wildly inside the transparent crystal tube.

When the third bead shattered at the end of the scale, she finally captured the Fibonacci fluctuations hidden in the air currents.

“Quantum tunneling effect…” She tore open her skirt and wrapped it around Jiang Ye’s bleeding spiritual veins, her blood-stained fingertips drawing a three-dimensional Cartesian coordinate system in the air.

The pixel particles scattered by the mysterious leader are rearranging themselves, forming an energy chain similar to a DNA double helix along the trajectory of the Klein bottle.

The bronze compass suddenly sprang up from the pile of rubble, and Ye Shuli rolled over three intersecting spatial turbulences.

The medical scalpel spun cold light between her fingers, precisely severing the dark purple energy tentacles that were attacking Jiang Ye.

When she used hemostatic forceps to clamp the bronze yoke in the center of the compass, the entire spacetime rift suddenly emitted a static sound similar to the tuning of an old-fashioned radio.

"So that's how it is!" Ye Shuli pressed the hexagram pieces into the grooves of the sixty-four hexagrams on the blue brick floor, and a rotating Möbius strip immediately appeared on the ground.

The forbidden runes that Jiang Ye had defeated lit up again, but melted away like snow melting on a hot iron when they touched the Maxwell's equations she had laid out.

Dark red alarm lights suddenly lit up from all directions, making the hairs on the back of Ye Shuli's neck stand on end.

As she rolled into the shadow of the bronze cauldron with Jiang Ye in her arms, the spot where they had been standing had been shrunk into a black hole by time and space.

Twelve bronze mirrors emerged from the void, and from each mirror stepped a chaotic spacetime sprite holding a star compass.

"Illegal parsing detected." The elves' unanimous electronic voices were filled with static, and the spacetime chains wrapped around their fingertips were clicking like a Geiger counter.

Ye Shuli touched the spirit stone pouch at Jiang Ye's waist and quickly assembled it into a simple electromagnetic induction device using hemostatic forceps.

The moment the first chain pierced the bronze cauldron, Ye Shuli inserted the scalpel into the spirit stone reactor.

A pale blue arc of electricity exploded along the copper wire mesh she had laid out beforehand, and the data streams of the elves' bodies immediately began to distort like mosaics.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, she lunged toward the core of the bronze compass that was in operation, typing out binary emergency commands on the quantum display screen with her medical rubber gloves.

“Memory storage unit damage rate 87%…” The blood-red warning pop-up stung Ye Shuli’s eyes.

She bit her fingertip and drew a Poisson distribution on the console; the scattered pixel particles suddenly began to rotate counterclockwise.

When the twelfth Fibonacci vortex formed, the rumble of gears meshing echoed from the depths of the spacetime rift.

Jiang Ye suddenly stumbled and bumped into her back.

The boy's pupils were completely filled with static and noise, but his right hand instinctively gripped his natal spirit sword.

The automatically split sword shadows were stuck crookedly around Ye Shuli, just enough to block the spacetime turbulence shot by the elves.

“You…” Ye Shuli turned her head and saw that the blood vessels in Jiang Ye’s temples had turned into transparent crystals, and the spiritual patterns that appeared on his neck were spreading in the form of Riemann functions.

The boy's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his sword-wielding hand precisely pierced the throat of an elf who was about to launch a sneak attack.

(End of this chapter) Jiang Ye's sword grazed Ye Shuli's ear, severing three silver-white data stream tentacles.

The boy's cracked pupils reflected the red alarm light as he mechanically plunged his natal spirit sword into the ground.

The spiritual energy emanating from the sword hilt formed a pale golden barrier around the two, blocking the second round of attacks from the spacetime spirits.

Taking advantage of the three-second gap created by the barrier, Ye Shuli tore off the fragments of the bronze compass hanging from her waist.

She plunged the tip of the shard into the stone slab covered with smiley face symbols by Jiang Ye. Dark red spacetime energy seeped out along the cracks, forming a glowing Fibonacci spiral on the ground.

A transparent cube suddenly rose from the intersection of the twelve spirals, temporarily trapping the approaching spacetime sprites in a geometric cage.

"Maintain for thirty seconds!" Ye Shuli tore open the spirit stone bag and sprinkled the pale blue powder into the energy spiral.

When the powder touched the indigo liquid seeping from Jiang Ye's temple, a holographic memory fragment suddenly appeared in the air—the battlefield scene from three days ago when they encountered the mysterious leader.

The medical gloves left afterimages on the quantum display screen as Ye Shuli used a scalpel to cut open the vein in her left wrist.

Blood dripped into the suspended bronze talisman, activating the hidden Maxwell's Demon program.

The previously chaotic spacetime fluctuations suddenly revealed a clear Lorentz attractor trajectory, and she instantly captured the rhomboid memory crystal core at the center of the energy vortex.

Dark purple lightning suddenly shattered the two geometric cages.

The phantom of the mysterious leader seeped out from the spacetime rift, and a hand made of data streams reached for the memory crystal core.

Ye Shuli rolled over and bumped into Jiang Ye's arms. The boy instinctively hugged her and rolled through three intersecting laser beams. His natal spirit sword automatically split into twelve sword shadows, drawing a Klein bottle defense array in the void.

"Southeast Xun position!" Ye Shuli slapped the blood-stained spirit stone onto Jiang Ye's back.

The boy's muscle memory was activated, and the sword formation suddenly reversed its direction.

The mysterious leader's phantom was immediately sucked into the temporarily created Penrose triangle, and the data stream's body showed a stuttering, pixelated effect.

Ye Shuli took the opportunity to throw out the atomic necklace.

The tungsten beads collided inside the crystal tube, producing dazzling sparks, and the resulting electromagnetic pulses temporarily froze the flow of spacetime.

She walked barefoot across the scorching fragments of the bronze cauldron, her surgical scalpel precisely slicing through the entangled particle beams surrounding the memory crystal core.

The moment the blade touched the core, the entire spacetime rift resounded with the ticking sound of an old-fashioned telegraph machine.

The mysterious leader's roar shattered three bronze mirrors.

The phantom transformed into a torrent of data, breaking through the sword formation's blockade and crashing into Ye Shuli, accompanied by spatial and temporal turbulence.

Jiang Ye, who was maintaining the barrier, suddenly sprang up, and a ghostly blue light burst forth from his eyes, which were filled with static and noise.

The boy defied the laws of physics and charged back, his natal sword piercing the Planck constant node in the torrent of data.

"Now!" Ye Shuli pressed the memory crystal core into the bronze compass.

The spacetime rift suddenly contracted into a Klein bottle structure, and the mysterious leader's remaining energy was absorbed into a contradictory spacetime loop.

The distorted spacetime sprite emitted an electronic shriek, its body pixelating and dissipating into the recalibrated Möbius strip.

The alarm light turned from red to dark blue.

Ye Shuli knelt on the cracked blue brick floor, with the sharply defined memory crystal core lying in her palm.

Jiang Ye staggered to her, the tip of his sword still dripping indigo blood in a quantum state.

The boy raised his cracked hand and gently wiped away the dust of time and space from her cheek.

“Data...completeness...92.7%...” Ye Shuli stared at the fluorescent patterns inside the crystal core, the detection runes on the medical glove lit up and then went out.

Jiang Ye suddenly bent down, picked up a piece of bronze, and carved a crooked smiling face on the blood-stained stone slab.

This action made Ye Shuli's heart clench—it was the same graffiti game they played at the hot pot restaurant when they first met.

Amidst the deafening roar of the spacetime rift closing completely, Ye Shuli pressed the crystal core close to Jiang Ye's heart.

The transparent crystalline veins on the boy's neck suddenly lit up with the fluorescence of the Fibonacci sequence, but the snowflake noise in his pupils had not yet dissipated.

In the distance, the sound of bronze tripod parts rolling could be heard, and the spacetime order under repair was emitting steady electronic pulses.