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

When the car turned into a tree-lined road, Jiang Zhiyu didn't think anything was wrong.

It's normal for Kyoto's streets to have a lot of trees.

But when the car drove straight into the gate of a park, her expression cracked.

"……garden?"

She turned to look out the window. Elderly people doing their morning exercises, practicing Tai Chi, walking their birds, and strolling with strollers—it was a peaceful scene. It looked like an ordinary public park.

The Second State Archives Administration... in the park?

Seeing the confusion on her face, Ji Buzhi excitedly leaned closer: "Zhiyu! Let me tell you, do you know why our headquarters is built in a park?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "...Why?"

"Lots of people! The most popular place!" Ji Buzhi lowered his voice, giving him a "listen to me" look, "The key is—concealment!"

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the old men walking their birds outside the window, then looked at Ji Buzhi.

What does this have to do with "concealment"?

Ji Buzhi glanced at her expression and quickly continued to explain, "The park is a place everyone can come to; it's crowded, and people come and go easily without attracting attention. Look—do you see that three-story building over there?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked in the direction he pointed. It was an inconspicuous three-story old building with a peeling sign hanging at the entrance.

Sports Bureau.

"That person is ostensibly from the Sports Bureau, but they're actually just our bureau's perimeter security personnel." Ji blinked. "Our car enters from the outside, avoiding the crowded areas of the park."

As they spoke, the car had already driven along the tree-lined path to the back of the building, turned into a narrow passage, and slowly descended underground.

The entrance looked like an abandoned warehouse—the iron door was rusty, the walls were dusty, and there were several broken wooden crates piled in the corner. If you didn't know better, you would definitely think it was a basement used for storing junk.

The car came to a stop, and everyone got out.

Jiang Zhiyu looked around and her gaze settled on an elevator—a large freight elevator with a heavy door frame that required a mechanical key to start. Moreover, the control panel lacked the numbered floor buttons typical of ordinary elevators; instead, it featured a row of buttons that appeared to require a specific pressing sequence.

Zhuge Yunhe took out the key and skillfully inserted, turned, and pressed a series of keys.

The elevator doors opened with a dull thud.

As Jiang Zhiyu walked in, before she could even marvel at how spacious the elevator was, she noticed an airtight, watertight door at the entrance.

This is not over yet.

Next comes dual iris verification, plus voiceprint verification.

Jiang Zhiyu watched as the scanning light swept across Zhuge Yunhe's eyes, and then listened to him say a verification code into the machine. The whole process was seamless and meticulous.

"Has China's technology become this advanced?" she murmured to herself.

Ji Buzhi immediately jumped in to explain, "You're really out of touch! Our bureau has some technologies that we haven't publicly announced. Things that are still just a concept outside, we already have prototypes of. We also have a technology support department, which includes an equipment development team specifically responsible for developing and modifying detection equipment for paranormal phenomena, as well as a massive tracking system for non-natural events."

He gave a thumbs up: "You'll see in a minute, you're really impressive."

The elevator descended.

The first basement level, the second basement level—none of them stopped.

The elevator finally came to a smooth stop on the third basement level.

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment when the door opened.

A large group of people stood outside the door.

There were at least twenty people, men and women, young and old, dressed in all sorts of ways—some in Zhongshan suits, some in casual clothes, and an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist hat standing at the front. They seemed to be waiting for something, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, everyone turned to look.

"Hello, former director!"

neat and tidy.

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

This is impressive.

Zhuge Yunhe's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and gestured, "Go back to your posts. Gathering here is just causing trouble."

The crowd dispersed in a flurry.

Unlike the serious and oppressive atmosphere of a typical workplace, the atmosphere was quite lively. Some people jogged away, while others stole glances at Jiang Zhiyu with curious expressions. Zhuge Yunhe gave them a single look, and they immediately ran faster than rabbits.

Jiang Zhiyu silently noted it down—this old gentleman held extremely high prestige in this game.

A man in his sixties walked over.

He stood upright, walked with a brisk pace, had graying temples, and a resolute face, but his eyes were not fierce; instead, they held a calm and gentle quality.

"Master." He nodded to Zhuge Yunhe.

Zhuge Yunhe then explained to Jiang Zhiyu, "Zhong Dingwen is currently the director of the Second State Archives Administration."

Jiang Zhiyu immediately greeted him.

"Hello, Director Zhong."

Ji suddenly appeared beside her ear, his voice so low it could be heard within a three-meter radius: "Director Zhong Dingwen, he's over sixty, a military man, knows Qimen Dunjia, but he just won't teach me properly..."

They were speaking in whispers, but the volume was comparable to a normal conversation.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips stiffened.

Zhong Dingwen's hearing was clearly excellent; he slapped Ji Buzhi across the back of the head—not hard, but precise.

"You brat! It would be great if you could actually learn it! All you do is try to learn this claw and that claw, why don't you master at least one thing? You've learned a hodgepodge and now you're blaming me!"

Ji Buzhi cried out "Ouch!" and quickly hid behind Jiang Zhiyu, using her as a shield.

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

On the very first day, I was used as cover.

Zhong Dingwen ignored Ji Buzhi and turned to Jiang Zhiyu, his tone much gentler: "Hello, I'm Zhong Dingwen, the director of the Second Administration Bureau. Let's not be so formal, you can just call me Uncle Zhong."

"Hello, Uncle Zhong," Jiang Zhiyu greeted him naturally.

Zhong Dingwen nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go to my office to talk."

The group walked along the corridor, and Zhong Dingwen explained the situation of the bureau to Jiang Zhiyu as they walked.

"Our bureau is actually quite chaotic, with all sorts of departments. Some departments only have one person, while others have more. With the current unstable national situation, we special personnel have always worked behind the scenes, and many things passed down from our ancestors have been lost, which is a pity."

He pointed to a corridor on the left: "To put it simply, there are three main schools of thought here. The first is the Five Schools of Metaphysics—which is further divided into many different types, such as geomancy, fortune telling, talismans, exorcism, and astrology. You'll learn about them gradually later."

He then pointed to the passage on the right: "The second one is for beginners in the martial arts world—it's a mixed bag, you name it, there's everything here, strange arts, folk techniques, ancient traditions, there are too many categories to list in a short time."

"The last one—" he pointed to a particularly heavy-looking iron door at the end of the corridor, "is technology-assisted."

Ji Buzhi quickly interjected, "I've already explained this to Zhiyu!"

Zhong Dingwen rolled his eyes at him.

Jiang Zhiyu secretly curved the corners of her mouth into a smile.

Zhong Dingwen continued, "Finally, going through that door leads to a special, independent agency within our bureau—the Sealing Management Bureau."

His tone turned serious: "To put it simply, it's about suppressing and sealing dangerous containment objects. Right now, there's only one person inside... most of the time, there's no one. There are only three people in total, and they're always out on the move."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the iron gate. There was no sign on the gate, only a string of numbers and a few runes that she couldn't understand.

The Sealing Bureau.

It doesn't sound like a relaxing place.

-

Walking all the way to Zhong Dingwen's office, I pushed open the door and found the furnishings to be surprisingly simple—a large wooden table, a few chairs, a calligraphy piece on the wall, a tea cabinet in the corner, and that was it.

Zhuge Yunhe walked to the head seat without any ceremony and sat down, his posture as natural as if he were back at home.

Zhong Dingwen immediately went to the tea cabinet to make tea, and brought over a cup: "Master, please have some tea, preferably your favorite Yunmei tea. I always save it for you."

His tone was respectful, completely different from the one who had just slapped Ji Buzhi on the back of the head.

Ji Buzhi also poured Jiang Zhiyu a cup of jasmine tea and presented it with both hands.

He looks quite mature now.

Jiang Zhiyu accepted the teacup and thanked him.

Then, Ji Buzhi and Jin Jing exchanged a glance, tactfully withdrew, and closed the door behind them.

The office fell silent.

Only three people remained—Zhuge Yunhe, Zhong Dingwen, and Jiang Zhiyu.

The tea smoke curled upwards.

Jiang Zhiyu held her cup, her gaze sweeping between the two elders, and she knew clearly—

What follows is the real focus.