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

When Jiang Zhiyu regained her footing, she was standing in a secluded corner of a lane in the port city.

My mind is still foggy.

She helped herself to rest for a while, and once the dizziness subsided, she asked in her mind, "Seventeen, are you alright?"

[Host, I'm fine. We have plenty of energy this time, so don't worry. However… we're almost out of energy.]

"It's alright, just bring the spiritual spring water to exchange it next time you need it."

Jiang Zhiyu walked out of the alley and turned the corner, checking her bearings. The port city was still quite bright in the early morning, though there weren't many pedestrians.

She flagged down a car and gave them her address.

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Repulse Bay Villas.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Butler Yan, seeing the lights, came out of the foyer to greet her. He was clearly not expecting Jiang Zhiyu to appear at this time. Years of experience as a butler meant that he did not show the slightest surprise on his face. He simply stepped forward and opened the car door for her.

"Miss Jiang is back! Are you tired? I'll have Zhang Ma cook you some food right away."

"Just make something simple." Jiang Zhiyu got out of the car, stretching her still-sore wrists. "Also, please call Shen Muyan over for me."

"Yes."

She went upstairs and washed up. The soreness and swelling from the multiple teleportations gradually subsided as hot water poured over her head.

After changing into clean clothes, I went downstairs, where Aunt Zhang had already prepared Hong Kong-style breakfast.

Jiang Zhiyu was really hungry.

When I got home, I only drank a bowl of porridge and went to sleep. Now that I see hot food, I don't care about any of the usual fare.

She picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in her mouth, one bite at a time. The skin was thin and the filling was fresh, and her mouth was filled with the unique sweet and fresh taste of Hong Kong morning tea.

Halfway through the meal, footsteps were heard in the lobby.

Shen Muyan has arrived.

"Boss!" Shen Muyan pushed open the door and entered, still with the demeanor of a Hong Kong businessman, a familiar business smile on his lips. "What brings you to Hong Kong again, busy man?"

Jiang Zhiyu raised her head and glanced at him.

Still the same as before, but with an increasingly impressive air. The fabric of his suit was several grades better than when we last met, his cufflinks were gold, and he had a new watch on his wrist—it seems his business has been doing quite well lately.

"Looks like Boss Shen's been living the high life lately."

"This is all thanks to you." Shen Muyan smiled as he sat down opposite her. Butler Yan served him a cup of tea at the right moment. He picked it up, took a sip, and his smile faded slightly.

What brings you here today?

Jiang Zhiyu put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and said seriously, "I have two things to tell you."

Shen Muyan immediately sat up straight.

"The first item—" Jiang Zhiyu tapped her finger lightly on the table, "Could you help me find out the provenance of that small bronze ding I bought at the auction last time? Who handled it, where did it come from? Are there any similar items, or even an unearthed piece? If so, please buy it for me, no matter the cost."

Shen Muyan nodded immediately after hearing this.

"Secondly, could you please get me a ferry ticket to Xiaorijia? It's for the night after tomorrow, and I need to enter the country legally. Can you do that?"

"Sure, I happen to have a shipment that needs to be delivered to Xiao Rizi. Can you go there as the warehouse manager?"

"Sure, your identity doesn't matter," she paused, then asked:

"Regarding funding... is there any more?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" he quickly waved his hand.

"That's good. How long will it take for you to reply to me about the small cauldron? If you can find it tonight, I'll wait for you here."

Shen Muyan thought for a moment: "I'll do it as soon as possible. I'll definitely let you know before tonight."

"I trust your ability to gather information," Jiang Zhiyu said, picking up her teacup with a calm but confident tone.

Shen Muyan didn't say much, got up to take his leave. He turned back to look at her again at the door, hesitated, but ultimately said nothing and quickly left.

After seeing Shen Muyan off, Jiang Zhiyu leaned back on the sofa and rested for a while.

I slept for over ten hours yesterday, and although I felt a bit dizzy from the multiple teleportations today, I feel pretty energetic. I guess I slept too soundly in my bed at home, and all the accumulated fatigue was released at once.

She waited in her room until dawn, then changed into some comfortable clothes and asked Butler Yan to bring the car out.

"Where are you going?" Butler Yan asked.

"Just wandering around."

She needs to go out for a walk.

From Dachengshan to the train to Shanghai and then to the port city, she had been on edge the whole time. She needed to see the bustling street scenes, the crowds, and the everyday life full of human warmth to dispel the pent-up frustration in her heart.

The commercial streets of the port city are always bustling. Neon signs are layered all over the street, Cantonese vendors' cries and Cantonese opera from radios emanate from the shops, pedestrians jostle shoulder to shoulder, and car horns blare incessantly.

Jiang Zhiyu wandered aimlessly around the streets. She went into a department store and bought some trivial trinkets, and then went to the wig shop next door to buy several different styles of wigs—long curly hair, ear-length short hair, and half-up braids—to disguise her different identities.

When we got tired of walking around, we had the driver take us back to the villa.

In the afternoon, I lay on the second-floor terrace, enjoying the sea breeze, and flipped through the documents Yan Nantian had given me. I didn't look at them in detail; I just skimmed through them, getting familiar with the names and characteristics of a few key figures.

As night fell, Shen Muyan arrived as promised.

He carried a stack of documents and placed them in front of Jiang Zhiyu as soon as he entered the room. Then he sat down opposite her, his expression much more serious than during the day.

"Found it."

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the top one and opened it.

It's the source information for that small bronze tripod.

Just as she expected—this thing came from the mainland.

The item being auctioned at the auction house was an antique dealer, and the seller was a local thug on the mainland nicknamed "Li Lai Tou".

There are other similar items besides this one; Li Laitou still has more in stock. Whether he has sold them to others requires further investigation.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Zhiyu's brows relaxed slightly.

It's good to have information.

Let's continue—the place where it was unearthed is in Gansu Province.

She read the page carefully and wrote down the exact location of Gansu Province.

Seventeen was already bouncing around in her mind: [Host! Host! Did you see that? There's more than one!]

"I saw them," Jiang Zhiyu responded in her mind. "Don't worry, I found them all for you. As for which ones have energy, we don't know."

The next page contains Li Laitou's detailed information—his identity, address, activity range, commonly used contact methods, and even which restaurants he often eats at.

Shen Muyan's intelligence gathering ability is indeed remarkable; to be able to uncover this much information in just one day, his network of connections is exceptionally extensive.

Jiang Zhiyu put the documents away and looked up at Shen Muyan.

"Well done. Please contact me anytime if you need funding."

Shen Muyan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I'm glad you're satisfied, sir."

Then he hesitated for a moment, and cautiously asked, "Um... that seed on my body, it won't sprout, will it?"

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

"Seeds? What seeds?"

Shen Muyan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly added, "It's the one you fed me last time, the one that made my whole body ache when you started labor..."

Jiang Zhiyu then remembered this.

I almost forgot.

She focused her mind and used her spiritual power to sense it—the vine seed inside Shen Muyan's body was still there, quietly, as if it were asleep.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Her tone was as casual as if she were talking about the weather. "As long as you do your job well, I'll keep you safe."

Shen Muyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body visibly relaxed, and even his shoulders slumped.

"Alright, you've delivered the message. Go do what you were doing." Jiang Zhiyu picked up her teacup, her tone indifferent. "I won't interfere with your freedom or any of your decisions. Just do what I asked you to do. We've been working together for so long; you know what kind of person I am."

Shen Muyan nodded and got up to take his leave.

Stepping out of the villa, the night breeze of the port city blew in my face, carrying the salty smell of the sea.

Shen Muyan stood on the steps and took a deep breath.

I felt completely relaxed.

Ever since Jiang Zhiyu planted that seed in his mouth, he'd had a weight on his heart. It wasn't that he was afraid she'd harm him—with her abilities, she could easily do so without lifting a finger—but rather that he feared that thing might one day go out of control and he might unknowingly break some taboo.

I checked today, and the seeds are safe and sound, without any unusual activity. As long as he does his job properly, there will be no problem.

Shen Muyan walked slowly down the mountain along the tree-lined path in the villa area, his mind racing with thoughts.

He used to think that this big shot was calm, restrained, and powerful.

But from the last batch of supplies she purchased—the sheer quantity, the variety, and the timeliness—to the earthquake that struck mainland China later, the moment he saw the news in the port city, sweat broke out on his back.

What does it mean that she had prepared so many supplies before the earthquake? It means she knew about it in advance.

This person's abilities are far more than what he saw.

Besides, she wasn't someone who indiscriminately killed innocent people. After returning from Shanghai that time, he felt completely at ease. Checking the seed's condition again today was simply to put his mind at ease.

He took a couple of steps in the moonlight, then suddenly laughed.

Following the right master is like being reborn.

Fortunately, he made the right choice.

The lights in the distance were still shining brightly. Shen Muyan stood halfway up the mountain for a few seconds, then tugged at his suit collar and strode down the mountain.

I wonder what this big shot is up to at his little life?