HLnovel Chapter 315 Unwavering Determination
Chapter 315 Unwavering Determination
Ye Shuli's fingernails dug deeply into the gilded beast head relief. As the outline of the Big Dipper glowed blue on the altar, the fragment of the Kunlun Mirror at Jiang Ye's waist suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.
She watched helplessly as dark red blood seeped into the talisman drawn with icing, and the spiritual energy flowing backward in her meridians was suddenly drawn by some force to surge towards Jiang Ye.
“Sugar threads…” She raised her hand and pressed it against the burning red-gold pattern on her wrist. The tracking talisman that Jiang Ye had drawn with malt syrup during the day was flashing with an eerie purple light.
The throbbing pain surging through her spiritual veins suddenly shifted direction, and she stumbled into a bronze cauldron beside the altar. The taotie pattern carved on the cauldron was gradually opening its eyes as the blood flowed.
Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his backhand, and suddenly the candied hawthorn skewer pierced his palm: "Don't touch the Taotie Cauldron!" The blood droplets from his palm dripped onto the beast's eye on the bronze cauldron, and the entire altar suddenly trembled and sank three feet.
The shattered luminous cup fragments, smashed by the clan leader, floated in a ring, and the icy sugar coating refracted the star map of the Big Dipper under the moonlight.
Ye Shuli endured the excruciating pain in her lower abdomen and tore off the jade pendant from her waist. It was a piece of Hetian jade that she had brought with her when she traveled through time, and it was emitting a cold light similar to that of a sterilizing lamp in a modern laboratory.
The moment the jade pendant touched the Taotie Cauldron, countless silver threads suddenly emerged from the cracks in the cauldron, binding the two of them into a cocoon and dragging them into a suddenly appearing teleportation array.
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As the smell of decaying wood mixed with the fragrance of medicine pierced her nostrils, Ye Shuli realized that she was lying on a dead tree.
Jiang Ye's white clothes were soaked with dark red bloodstains, and the fragment of the Kunlun Mirror at his waist had melted with the sugar thread talisman into a reddish-gold metallic liquid, which was spreading along his spiritual meridians towards his heart.
"Wake up!" She trembled as she tore open Jiang Ye's clothes, only to find that the tracking talisman had mutated into a spiderweb-like pattern of blood-red lines.
Her modern first aid knowledge prompted her to immediately press the Tanzhong acupoint. Her palm could feel a kind of viscous resistance—syrup mixed with psionic crystals blocking her heart meridian.
Suddenly, lights came on in the wooden house twenty meters away, and the bronze bell hanging above the door rang automatically without any wind.
When Ye Shuli carried Jiang Ye on her back, she felt a hard object in the hidden pocket on his lower back. She pulled it out and found it was half a piece of moldy osmanthus cake—something he had secretly hidden on his person three days ago, saying he wanted to have it as a midnight snack.
The wooden door opened automatically when she knocked for the third time, revealing an old man with white hair pounding medicine in a jade mortar, where frost was forming.
Upon seeing the blood-red spiderweb on Jiang Ye's chest, the old man's Xuanbing pestle suddenly cracked: "Thousand Spider Heart-Eating Curse?"
"Can it be saved?" Ye Shuli pulled off the platinum necklace she had worn when she transmigrated. The clasp, crafted with modern precision, unfolded into the shape of a scalpel under the activation of her spiritual energy. "Does it require open-chest surgery or..."
"The Nine Deaths Resurrection Grass," the old man pointed to the cliff outside the window, "but you have to exchange it for something of equal value."
Without hesitation, Ye Shuli took off her earring. It was a piece of jade left by her mother, which she had been nurturing with spiritual energy ever since she transmigrated.
When the jade touched a certain barrier on the medicine cabinet, it suddenly conjured up the strange phenomenon of seven stars accompanying the moon—the very star map they had activated at the altar.
As the blood-red spiderweb on Jiang Ye's chest began to fade, owls suddenly took flight from the bamboo grove outside the courtyard.
Ye Shuli ground the remaining jade into powder and sprinkled it on the window frame. Her modern chemical knowledge allowed her to instantly create a simple fluorescent powder trap.
As the third member of the psionic organization stepped on the glutinous rice mixed with phosphorus powder, the silver thread that Ye Shuli flicked out happened to entangle the communication jade slip at his waist.
"The Big Dipper has shifted." She deliberately shouted at the jade slip, while flicking the candied hawthorn pits that Jiang Ye had left into the fire pit.
The exploding sparks, fueled by psionic energy, formed a false constellation, causing the pursuers to lose their way within the bamboo forest formation.
As the black-robed leader cleaved through the illusion, Ye Shuli had already dismantled the Healing Master's bronze pestle.
When modern mechanical principles meet psionic devices, the modified projection device precisely inserts silver needles mixed with anesthetic into the enemy's knee socket—a technique she secretly learned last month while observing a weapon refiner forging.
"The game is over." A sinister male voice shook the remaining snow off the roof tiles as the leader of the psionic organization descended, stepping on the phantom of the seventh star of the Big Dipper.
The star compass in his palm was devouring the moonlight, and the sugar thread talisman on Ye Shuli's wrist suddenly began to flow in reverse.
She suddenly bit her fingertip and smeared her modern type O blood on the broken surface of the jade earring: "Have you ever seen an outsider who uses blood sacrifice formations?" The blood mixed with platinum molten metal etched DNA double helix patterns on the compass surface, and the star track controlled by the leader suddenly became disordered and deviated.
As the light of the seventh star of the Big Dipper pierced through the clouds, Ye Shuli heard the sound of jade shattering behind her.
The Healer's medicine cabinet was disintegrating, three bronze bells suddenly floated behind the leader of the psionic organization, and a member wearing an eagle-patterned waist badge had his hand on the hilt of his sword...
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Just as the three bronze bells were about to shatter the window frame, the member with the eagle-patterned waist badge suddenly flipped his sword hilt.
The sword's edge grazed Ye Shuli's ear, precisely severing the spiritual energy threads extending from the leader's collar.
Two other female members wearing camellia hairpins simultaneously threw hidden weapons; the poisoned silver needles curved mid-air and pierced their companion's instep.
"Traitor!" The leader's star compass exploded with cracks, and the phantom of the seventh star of the Big Dipper suddenly collapsed into a black hole.
The three defectors quickly formed a triangular formation. The young man with the eagle-patterned waist badge slit his wrist and splattered the blood onto Ye Shuli's platinum scalpel: "Use modern metal to break his natal star!"
Ye Shuli immediately understood.
She plunged the blood-stained blade into the jade fragments, and the platinum and blood, driven by psychic energy, formed a miniature electromagnetic field.
When the leader's compass came close, the electrical conductivity of the modern metal caused the chaotic star trails to explode with sparks.
Just then, Jiang Ye stood up, leaning on the medicine cabinet, and spat the crumbs of osmanthus cake mixed with blood onto the candied hawthorn skewers.
"Here you go!" As he tossed out the stick, the moldy osmanthus cake that had been hidden in the secret bag three days earlier suddenly released a strange, sweet fragrance.
The trio who defected seemed to have been prepared, and at the same time they took out bamboo tubes and blew out colorful bubbles—these barriers made of psionic honey just happened to wrap around the moldy spores, and exploded into hallucinogenic smoke around the leader.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli grabbed Jiang Ye and jumped out of the back window.
The defecting female member tossed over three bronze keys: "There's a hidden stakeout three miles to the east!" The sugar-coated map on the keys would reveal itself upon contact with blood, and it bore a striking resemblance to a modern subway map.
On the mountain path before dawn, Jiang Ye's fingertips were still wrapped with sugar-coated bandages to stop the bleeding.
He suddenly gripped Ye Shuli's wrist, pressing the spiritual energy pathways between their palms together: "Three days ago, I added a tracking talisman to the osmanthus cake."
"So you knew someone would defect?" Ye Shuli looked at the faintly visible main peak of the Holy Land ahead and suddenly remembered the missing Nine Deaths Resurrection Grass root in the Healing Master's medicine cabinet—its shape perfectly matched the eagle pattern on the waist of the defector youth.
Jiang Ye coughed as he stuffed a newly bought candied hawthorn into his mouth, the hawthorn pit precisely hitting a venomous scorpion lurking by the roadside: "Moldy spores encountering psionic honey will produce a mass hallucinogenic effect; that's biology you taught me last month."
A clear bell rang out from the morning mist, and five psionic spirits suddenly materialized from the dewdrops.
Their transparent bodies refracted iridescent light, and their attack trajectories resembled irregular Brownian motion.
Ye Shuli immediately tore off Jiang Ye's sugar-thread bandage, scattering it with platinum shavings to form a modern coordinate system grid.
"45 degrees to the top left!" She calculated the attack blind spot based on the sprite's refractive index.
Jiang Ye immediately inserted the candied hawthorn skewers into the designated coordinates, and the viscous syrup formed speed bumps at the intersection of the grid.
When the first sprite collided with the sugar net, Ye Shuli used a scalpel to lift up the lichen and moss—these plants containing chlorophyll suddenly underwent violent photosynthesis under the impetus of spiritual energy, and the burst of oxygen molecules trapped the sprite in the bubble.
The remaining four spirits suddenly merged into a prism shape, and their attack frequency began to follow the Fibonacci sequence.
Ye Shuli quickly drew a logarithmic spiral diagram on Jiang Ye's palm with her blood. As the two rotated back to back, the sugar threads and platinum threads intertwined to form a dynamic defense network.
As the elf launched its third attack, Jiang Ye suddenly pulled out the half-moldy osmanthus cake: "It needs to ferment!"
The mycelium grew wildly under the catalysis of psionic energy, forming a gray mist that enveloped the entire mountain path.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli pulled him into the crevice and discovered arrows drawn with honey by the three defectors on the rock wall.
The elves emitted high-frequency shockwaves from the outside, while a resonance similar to modern infrasound came from deep within the rock crevices.
"Something's not right." Ye Shuli touched a bronze fragment embedded in the rock strata; the star map drawn with icing on it was melting. "These elves are deliberately driving us away..."
Before he could finish speaking, the last elf suddenly exploded into a shower of light.
Purple psionic particles adhered to the surface of the rock, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern similar to the scar on Jiang Ye's chest.
The distant sound of bells echoed from the main peak of the sacred land, and a gravitational force that transcended the laws of physics began to pull on their spiritual veins.