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

When the two reached a brick house that had collapsed halfway, Jiang Zhiyu stopped.

A little boy, about seven or eight years old, lay on the ruins, covered in dust, digging through the rubble with his bare hands. His movements were rapid and forceful.

Jiang Zhiyu sensed something—the people below had already lost their life force.

Her heart sank, and she walked over and squatted down.

"Little friend, stop digging! There's no life left down there."

The little boy glanced back at her, said nothing, and turned back to continue digging.

Jiang Zhiyu repeated, "Don't stay on the rubble anymore. Aftershocks could come at any time, it's very dangerous for you. Let me tell you, the people down there are indeed..."

"Wow--"

The little boy suddenly burst into tears, but his hands never stopped moving. He continued digging as he cried, and broken bricks fell through his fingers.

"Next are my grandparents..."

Jiang Zhiyu then noticed that the little boy's leg was injured!

Her heart tightened, and she reached out and pulled the little boy down from the rubble.

The little boy's eyes were fixed on the ruins, tears streaming down his face, as he kept murmuring, "Grandpa... Grandma..."

Ji Buzhi quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and began to treat the little boy's wound. He rolled up his trouser leg and started bandaging it.

While the two weren't looking, Jiang Zhiyu dripped a few drops of spiritual spring water to relieve the pain in her wound.

Ji Buzhi found two straight wooden sticks and bandages and used them to make simple fixation on the leg.

"Just hold on like this for now and wait for the professionals to handle it," he said, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

But as soon as the two men braced the leg with a plank, the little boy went berserk, limping towards the pile of rubble—running incredibly fast, dragging his fixed injured leg as if he felt no pain.

Hey! You—

Ji didn't know how many steps he could catch up with.

Just as the little boy was about to climb to the top of the ruins, the ground suddenly trembled.

Relatively large aftershocks.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to come alive; the bricks and stones cracked and sputtered, and a crack burst open in front of the little boy's feet, tearing apart at a visible speed.

The little boy plunged headfirst into it.

Ji rushed forward and grabbed the little boy's ankle. But the boy's momentum was too great, and he was pulled down with him.

He glanced down—

The earth opened its blood-red maw like a hellish abyss, so deep that it swallowed even light.

Ji Buzhi thought to himself, "It's over. I'm going to die here!" Well, that's fine too, since he has no family, no one will be sad...

Suddenly, my waist tightened.

A vibrant green vine suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wrapped tightly around the waists of the two people, and lifted them up sharply!

Jiang Zhiyu stood at the edge of the crack, her face ashen, the vines at her fingertips taut as she pulled the two out of the black hole and placed them steadily on the flat ground below the ruins.

Her hand was still trembling as the vine retracted from her fingertips.

I was terrified.

It was so close.

If she hadn't used her powers, those two would have perished in that crevice.

She looked at the little boy, not scolding him, but her voice was still a little tight: "Did you see that? If it weren't for me, you would have fallen down just now."

The little boy stared at her blankly, then suddenly his eyes lit up as if he had seen light.

"Sister, are you a fairy?" He grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's sleeve, his voice urgent and pleading. "Can you save my grandparents?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head.

"Your sister isn't a god; she can't save your grandparents. They'll be watching over you from heaven."

The glimmer of light that had just ignited in the little boy's eyes was instantly extinguished.

"Then..." he sniffed, still unwilling to give up, "Could you make it pull my grandparents out of the rubble?"

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then nodded.

-

Ji Buzhi was staring blankly at Jiang Zhiyu.

Vines. Vines that grow out of nowhere. Vines that sprout from fingertips.

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Come back to reality, Ji Buzhi."

Ji Buzhi suddenly snapped out of his daze, grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's arm, lowered his voice, and glared at her with wide eyes: "What kind of skill do you have? We don't have any in our department! Can you teach me?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him solemnly: "I can't tell you the specifics, but I can only tell you—this cannot be taught; it's something you're born with."

Ji Buzhi's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he muttered to himself as if trying to comfort himself, "That's right... So many people in the bureau are so capable. I've memorized all the theoretical knowledge perfectly, but I'm not very good at practical application. Someone as advanced as you, I probably couldn't learn it either..."

Jiang Zhiyu ignored him, and instead sprouted vines to carefully pull out the little boy's grandparents, wrapped them up in the vines, and gently placed them beside the little boy.

The two elderly people had peaceful expressions, as if they were asleep.

Then--

She activated her psychic powers and gently touched the little boy's forehead with her fingertip.

Hopefully, he can forget that terrifying memory.

Just as Ji Buzhi was about to speak, Jiang Zhiyu's fingertip touched his brow.

Ji Buzhi's eyes glazed over for a moment, then cleared again.

-

When the two came to their senses, the little boy looked at his grandparents lying on the ground with surprise and burst into tears.

Ji Buzhi patted him on the back: "It'll be alright if you cry it out."

Hearing the little boy crying, Ji Buzhi scratched his head in confusion.

"What... just happened?"

"It's nothing. You two were in danger just now. There were aftershocks." Jiang Zhiyu pointed to the side.

Suddenly, I discovered that the crack had closed, leaving only a winding line on the ground, like a scar on the earth.

"No wonder..." Ji Buzhi muttered.

Looking at the closing crack, Jiang Zhiyu once again felt awe for the power of nature.

-

The two continued searching along the edge, and when they encountered a passing rescue team, they handed the little boy over to them for care.

In the afternoon, the two finally dragged their exhausted bodies toward the rescue point.

The rescue site has been initially set up – rows of military tents stand on the open ground, their white roofs standing out against the hazy sky.

Ropes were strung between the tents, and Red Cross flags were hung. The wounded were divided according to their severity, and makeshift stretchers were lined up on the ground. Military doctors and nurses moved among them, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood wafted far and wide. The cooks had set up several large pots outside the tents, where steaming porridge was being cooked.

It looks so lively and full of life.

In the command center, Zhuge Yunhe's eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.

Seeing the two disheveled men enter, he said nothing and first poured each of them a glass of water.

"Drink it quickly."

Jiang Zhiyu took it and gulped it down. Ji Buzhi was so thirsty that his throat was hoarse. He gulped down half a cup before he could catch his breath.

Zhuge Yunhe sat down, his voice hoarse but tinged with relief: "The rescue team did a great job today, rescuing far more people than we expected. Rescue supplies were plentiful, there was no shortage of medical resources, and the wounded were well cared for."

As he said this, his gaze towards Jiang Zhiyu was filled with gratitude.

That gaze was so intense, so overwhelming that Jiang Zhiyu couldn't handle it.

She waved her hand: "Don't look at me like that. I went out and did a lot of work, and I still feel like I didn't do enough. It's mainly thanks to the national rescue team."

Zhuge Yunhe opened his mouth, but in the end he just sighed.

"Alright, you two have had a long day, go and get some rest."

Ji Buzhi nudged Jiang Zhiyu in the back and whispered, "Let's go check over to the tents and see if the children we rescued today have been settled in."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment, nodded, and followed Ji Buzhi toward the tent area.

The two walked past rows of neat tents, passing through the wounded soldiers' area, the supply area, and the resettlement area, heading towards the most remote direction. Ji Buzhi muttered to himself, wondering which tent Jiang Feng and his two siblings had been assigned to, and quickened his pace.

But when the two reached the outermost edge of the tent area—

A commotion came from a tent that was pitched in a rather remote location.

The commotion made them both stop in their tracks, their expressions instantly turning cold.

The murderous aura shot straight to the top of his head.