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

In the afternoon, Jiang Zhiyu went to the resettlement area.

She took some milk powder and children's clothes and supplies from her storage space, put them in an old canvas bag, and carried it over.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Yu were squatting next to a large rock at the edge of the resettlement area, helping an old soldier organize wire and tools.

Jiang Feng looked thin and small, but he worked with remarkable skill, his wire-twisting technique even more deft than some adults. Jiang Yu, on the other hand, was more boisterous than her brother, constantly helping out and chasing after stray cats, only calming down after the old soldier patted her on the head twice with a laugh.

Jiang Yu saw Jiang Zhiyu as she walked over.

"Sister Jiang!" He jumped up and ran towards her, his shoes scraping against the gravel. He rushed over, hugged her leg, and looked up at her with a smile that made his eyes crinkle. "Sister Jiang, you're here!"

Jiang Zhiyu reached out and rubbed his head without saying a word.

Jiang Feng put down the wire in his hand, stood up, and looked at her.

He wasn't as boisterous as his younger brother, but the light in his eyes was undeniable—the moment he saw her, he seemed to be set ablaze, straightening his back and unable to suppress the curve of his lips.

"Sister Jiang," he called out, his voice much more mature than that of his peers.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the two of them, her gaze shifting from Jiang Feng's face to Jiang Yu's face, and then back again.

"Where's Jiang Mian?"

"He's sleeping in Auntie's tent," Jiang Yu answered quickly, "and that Auntie is watching over him!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded. She carried the canvas bag into the tent of the three siblings and put away the milk powder, baby clothes and other supplies one by one.

After coming out, she squatted down and looked at the two children at eye level.

"My sister is going on a long trip."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yu's smile froze. Jiang Feng's eyes darkened for a moment, then quickly returned to their calm state.

"How long will it take?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's hard to say."

"Where are you going?"

"I need to take care of something important."

Jiang Feng was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

He didn't press further. A child this age shouldn't be so sensible, but experiencing that earthquake and losing his parents taught him things that other children might never learn in their entire lives: some people leave and will come back, while some people leave and will never come back.

But Sister Jiang is different.

He didn't know why, but he just believed that Sister Jiang would come back.

"We'll take good care of ourselves," Jiang Feng said, his voice steady. "So will my brother. So will my sister."

Jiang Zhiyu looked into his eyes, which were clear and resolute.

She reached out and gently patted Jiang Feng on the head.

"Do a good job," she said, her tone as casual as if she were instructing someone on a trivial matter, "I'll check back when I get back."

Jiang Feng felt a lump in his throat, but he held it back and nodded vigorously.

Jiang Yu, however, couldn't help himself. He had been holding onto Jiang Zhiyu's leg, and suddenly buried his face in it, letting out a muffled "Oh."

don't cry.

They made a promise not to cry.

Jiang Zhiyu ruffled her younger brother's hair, stood up, turned around, and left.

She didn't turn around.

They were afraid that if they turned back, they wouldn't be able to take another step.

As she walked out of the resettlement area, she heard Jiang Yu's voice behind her, soft and slightly nasal:

"Come back soon, sister!"

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment.

Then she raised her hand and waved it behind her, and her steps quickened.

After returning from the resettlement area, Jiang Zhiyu was summoned to the command room by Zhuge Yunhe.

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the door and went in.

Old Zhuge was sitting in the command tent, with a hand-drawn map of their daily life spread out in front of him, several places circled in red. Seeing her enter, he pushed the map towards her and pointed to the red circles.

"Sit down, let me tell you about the situation over there."

Jiang Zhiyu sat down opposite him, her gaze sweeping over the markings on the map.

Zhuge Yunhe didn't beat around the bush and cut straight to the point: "A powerful family like the Fukuda family wouldn't just have bodyguards and sentries in their mansion. The people they employ—aren't ordinary thugs; they're people with connections."

He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, his tone calm but serious: "You understand the point I'm making."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Old Zhuge knew she possessed special abilities and could store resources—this was her most obvious anomaly. As for her hidden trump cards—the overall spatial vision, her three elemental powers, and the spiritual spring water—he didn't know, but with his experience, he was certain he had guessed there were more.

What he said today was based on the premise that he has "extraordinary abilities".

"The schools of thought on the other side are different from ours," Zhuge Yunhe said, drawing a line on the map with his finger. "Ours emphasizes following the natural way, cultivating oneself, and walking the righteous path. They're different—they follow the path of magic. Some schools use drugs to forcibly stimulate the body, or use human sacrifices or blood sacrifices to forcibly glimpse or interfere with the future. In fact, the oldest school of thought learned from us, but ended up learning it wrong."

He pointed to a red circle near Kyoto on the map: "The Hokushin Onmyoryo, that's the branch my senior brother followed back then. It's one of the oldest and most secretive schools of thought, said to have been passed down for over a thousand years. They don't get involved in politics, but when various powerful families encounter 'things they can't handle,' they all ask them for help. The Fukuda family has a very deep connection with them."

Jiang Zhiyu listened attentively without interrupting.

Zhuge Yunhe continued, "When you go there this time, your biggest concern isn't guns and cannons—you have better ways to deal with those than I do. What you need to guard against are the special people they keep on their property."

He picked up a copper coin from the table, placed it upright, and flicked it lightly with his fingertip. The coin spun half a circle and stood firmly upright, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Take this map with you too. The red circles on it are locations I've confirmed over the years, through various channels, that are related to the Fukuda family and the Hokushin Onmyōryō. It may not be exhaustive, but it should cover the major points. When you get there, you'll have a general idea of ​​what to expect."

Jiang Zhiyu took the map, unfolded it, and glanced at it—the red circles were mainly concentrated in and around cities where life was relatively developed, with the red circles near Kyoto being the most concentrated. She nodded solemnly to Old Zhuge.

Zhuge Yunhe leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his tea, and his tone suddenly became casual, as if he had just been chatting: "Alright, I've said what I needed to say. How you proceed from here is up to you. These old bones of mine can't keep up with you anymore."

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, put the map away, and stopped at the door, turning back to look at Old Zhuge.

"I'll do my best regarding your senior brother's matter."

Zhuge Yunhe paused for a moment, holding the teacup, without looking up, and simply hummed in response.

In the evening, Jiang Zhiyu went through all the things that needed to be explained.

We'll set off as soon as it's light tomorrow.