With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

After leaving the military compound, Jiang Zhiyu took a bus to the Kyoto Ghost Market.

Currently, the private sale of cultural relics is still prohibited. Most of these people are from impoverished families or were taken from the hands of the Red Guards. Over time, they have gathered together and formed what is known as the "ghost market."

Seventeen told Jiang Zhiyu in her mind, "There's an unwritten rule here—don't ask where things come from, once you buy them, you can't go back on your word, no matter if they're genuine or fake; there are code words for negotiating prices, and if you bargain, you have to buy them."

"Host, aren't I amazing? This is all the information I just gathered."

Seventeen said smugly.

Jiang Zhiyu gave it a thumbs up:

"Impressive, impressive! Looks like you're really going all out to level up."

"Hehe, you've upgraded, so you're more capable now, right? It's all to help you, too."

Following the address provided by Shiqi, Jiang Zhiyu made her way through a maze of turns to a deep alley.

The alleyway entrance looked unremarkable, even somewhat dilapidated. But the further you went in, the more people there were.

Once inside, Jiang Zhiyu truly witnessed the scale of the Kyoto Ghost Market—

The alley was three or four hundred meters long, with stalls densely packed on both sides. Each stall had a cloth spread out in front of it, displaying all sorts of items. The variety was dazzling—calligraphy and paintings, ancient books, porcelain, jade, miscellaneous items, as well as relics from the Cultural Revolution and precious books.

The items are very varied and numerous.

The alleyway is full of all sorts of people.

Despite the large number of people, the alley was eerily quiet. Even those interested in buying spoke in hushed tones using code words. No one raised their voices, and no one haggled or made a fuss.

"This ghost market is huge."

Jiang Zhiyu sighed inwardly.

Bian County is much bigger than that small place.

"Of course, this is Kyoto."

Seventeen said smugly.

"The largest ghost market in all of China is right here; you can find all sorts of amazing things."

Jiang Zhiyu scanned the area with her large eyes. Although it was still the late stage of the Cultural Revolution, counterfeit goods were rampant here, with only about 10% or 20% of the items being genuine.

Most of the stalls displayed imitations and defective products—newly made imitations of blue and white porcelain, refurbished old jade, and pieced-together rosewood furniture… They were made to look quite convincing, but they couldn’t withstand close scrutiny.

Jiang Zhiyu's purchasing strategy was simple: she would buy one or two items from those that Seventeen sensed possessing spiritual energy. She wouldn't even look at anything without spiritual energy.

She walked up to a stall, squatted down, picked up a small jade pendant, and turned it over to look at the patterns on the back.

The stall owner was an old man with gray hair. When he saw Jiang Zhiyu pick up the jade pendant, his eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice and said:

"Young lady, you have a good eye. This is Hetian jade, from an old mine. Look at the patina..."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't speak, but simply nodded and then quietly quoted a price.

The stall owner paused for a moment, glanced at her, and then nodded with a smile.

Transaction.

Several stall owners nearby, witnessing this scene, began to whisper among themselves:

"See? That girl bought another one."

"Hey, this is the fourth item she's bought already, right? She's made a great choice with every single one."

"Whose daughter is this? I've never seen her before."

"I don't know, he looks unfamiliar. But his eyesight doesn't suggest he's a novice."

"He's either a rich kid or a top student trained by a master."

"She's quite pretty..."

Shh, stop looking, someone heard you.

Jiang Zhiyu pretended not to hear and continued walking forward.

She walked to another stall and took a fancy to a small bronze mirror. The mirror surface was already blurry, but the patterns on the back were very exquisite, and it was obviously an old piece.

How much is this mirror?

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked somewhat reserved, as if it were his first time setting up a stall.

"You decide what to give..."

Jiang Zhiyu quoted a price, and the stall owner nodded quickly.

Another deal was made.

An elderly gentleman wearing thick-rimmed glasses glanced at the bronze mirror in Jiang Zhiyu's hand and whispered to the person next to him:

"That girl got a bargain again. That mirror is from the Han Dynasty; she only paid a fraction of the price."

Why aren't you buying anything?

"I can't match her speed. I'd barely seen what I wanted before she'd already paid."

"Tsk tsk, this girl is something else."

As Jiang Zhiyu walked around, she found the place quite fun and liked the atmosphere.

But there are always those who are blind to reason.

A young man who looked like a hoodlum saw that Jiang Zhiyu had bought so many antiques. Most people would only buy one or two pieces at most, but this girl had already bought eight or nine pieces and wasn't even trying to bargain very hard.

She seems to be both beautiful and rich. Wouldn't it be perfect for her to go back and be his wife?

He spat on his hands, rubbed them together, used the saliva to tidy up his greasy hair, and then looked at his reflection in the glass of a shop next to him.

"Much more handsome."

Then he walked up to Jiang Zhiyu in a nonchalant manner:

"Little girl, out shopping?"

Before he even got close, Jiang Zhiyu could smell a foul odor emanating from him. She stepped back, not intending to pay any attention to him.

The place was quiet, and he spoke loudly, but no one stopped him.

When the stall owners nearby saw Liu San, they all lowered their heads and pretended not to see him.

A stall owner whispered to the person next to him:

"Liu San is here again..."

"Shh, ignore him. Anyone who messes with this thug is doomed."

"That little girl doesn't look like someone to be trifled with..."

"Who cares? It's none of our business anyway."

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyu was actually avoiding him, Liu San got excited and stepped forward:

"Hey, little girl, you think you're so tough? Don't you even know your place? Give me Liu San's number, and see who dares treat me like this?"

Seventeen roared in his mind:

"Host, teach him a lesson!"

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him and said coldly:

"You have three seconds to get out of here."

The thug got excited when he heard that and reached out to grab Jiang Zhiyu's arm.

Jiang Zhiyu casually grabbed his arm, leaned back, and ended up behind the thug. She kicked him in the ankle, and he immediately knelt on the ground, crying out in pain.

Jiang Zhiyu released his grip, stepped on his back, and used her mental power to keep him unable to get up for half an hour.

At this moment, even those who were doing business stopped doing so and came to watch the excitement, forming a circle around.

An old man in a gray cloth shirt clicked his tongue in amazement:

"This little girl bought so many things, I thought she was a pushover. Heh, turns out she's a feisty one."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses next to him shook his head:

"But she messed with Liu San. Those guys under that thug aren't pushovers."

"What's there to be afraid of? I think that girl is capable; Liu San's small group wouldn't even be enough to fill her teeth."

"Hey, keep your voice down, don't let Liu San hear you."

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Jiang Zhiyu stepped on Liu San's neck again. Liu San didn't even have the strength to get up.

"You bitch, how dare you hit me!"

Jiang Zhiyu continued speaking:

"So what if I hit you? Didn't you even check your mirror before leaving the house? Even if you didn't check, surely there's some pee in your house, right? Don't you even look at yourself? Did your mother give birth to a placenta instead of you? You're disgusting. Hitting you would make my hands dirty."

As she spoke, Jiang Zhiyu took out a piece of paper from her backpack—actually from her spatial storage—and carefully wiped her fingers.

After wiping, he precisely threw the wad of paper at Liu San's face.

He thought to himself, "This is such a hassle. Wearing masks isn't fashionable these days, otherwise I'd wear one everywhere I go."

Seventeen pouted:

"Host, why are you suppressing your feelings? If you're beautiful, just show it off! We're also capable, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Jiang Zhiyu mentally gave Seventeen a thumbs up:

"You're right."

Then she said to Liu San on the ground:

"This is the first time, I hope you remember it. Don't mess with me again, or you'll regret it."

The onlookers watched as the girl quickly dealt with Liu San, who lay on the ground groaning and unable to get up.

A young man looked at Jiang Zhiyu with his eyes shining:

"Wow, that girl's amazing! She took care of Liu San in no time!"

"That's right, look at Liu San, he's such a coward, he's lying on the ground and doesn't dare to move."

"Hey Liu San, that's enough already. You're trying to take advantage of that girl? Even if she's strong, how strong can she be? Come on!"

"that is."

There was a lot of talk about it around. Although everyone disliked Liu San, no one dared to offend him. They all lived in this area.

Liu San didn't dare to offend these people too much. The reason they didn't offend Liu San was because he was ruthless and didn't care about his life when he beat people. Families with daughters would stay far away from Liu San.

Seeing that no one had come to help him in his condition, Liu San began to curse loudly:

"I fucking can't get up! Anyone want to help me?"

Upon hearing this, everyone pursed their lips and walked away.

"Help you up? You, Liu San, aren't you so capable? Get up yourself."

Someone made a sarcastic remark, which drew a chorus of low laughter from those around them.

Liu San was left on the ground, raging in a state of impotence.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored the people who came next; her primary task today was to see if she could find an item with power for Shiqi Tao.

We've been looking around all morning and haven't seen a single one yet.

Seventeen was starting to feel a bit discouraged:

"Host, you said that one was hard to find too, right? We didn't even bother to find out where that little cauldron came from. Maybe we can find other objects through that cauldron."

"Yes," Jiang Zhiyu said to Seventeen, "If we can't find it today, I'll call Hong Kong and ask Shen Muyan to help us find out the origin of that small tripod. Don't worry, I'll definitely upgrade it for you."

And so, one person and one group chatted for a while, until they left the ghost market.

"Host, we've been so focused on our conversation that we've forgotten about the people following us."

Jiang Zhiyu pouted helplessly:

"This is the same old routine these days. Let them come along; they'll stretch their legs a bit before we go eat."