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

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the hotel balcony, staring blankly at the chaotic street outside.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

She walked over and opened the door. Yin Panqing was standing outside, looking somewhat nervous.

"Miss, it's a mess outside. I heard a ship at sea has run into trouble."

She paused, her tone now tinged with worry: "You shouldn't go downstairs now, lest you get questioned again. Why has this trip been so unsettling?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "I understand, thank you."

"Then I won't bother you any longer."

Yin Panqing is gone.

Jiang Zhiyu had just closed the door—

A chill ran down my neck.

wrong.

Something was being pulled away from her. It wasn't a physical touch, but more like an invisible thread, gently and continuously pulling her from deep within her body, as if something was tracing its origins back to her along the lines of cause and effect.

[Host! Danger! Quick! Enter the space!]

Seventeen's voice exploded in my mind, more urgent than ever before.

Without a second's hesitation, Jiang Zhiyu activated her consciousness and instantly flashed into the space.

The feeling of detachment vanished instantly.

She stood on the grass in the space, her chest rising and falling slightly, her brows furrowed.

"What happened?"

Her voice carried a low, lingering somber tone, as if she had survived a catastrophe.

"I've never felt this way before, being spied on and detached from everything."

[Host, you must be from the Onmyoji Bureau.]

Seventeen's tone became much more serious. "They used a secret technique—most likely a large-scale sacrifice. They traced you back through causal links."

"A causal relationship?"

[You took something from the Fukuda family, which creates a causal connection. If they trace this line backward, they can find the source. Fortunately, you have a spatial dimension—a separate dimension from which causal threads cannot penetrate. Otherwise, they would have found you this time. And since it was a large-scale sacrifice, they would have more comprehensive information.]

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes slightly.

The Yin-Yang Bureau. Offering sacrifices to glimpse the secrets of heaven.

She had only thought that their sacrifices could provide vague warnings, but she never expected that they also had the ability to trace cause and effect.

"Am I just supposed to hide in this space forever?"

[There should be a time limit. Sacrificial-level rituals consume a great deal of energy and cannot continue indefinitely. You should be able to leave once the ritual is over.]

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the grass in the space, elbows resting on her knees, stroking her chin as she thought and thought.

Taking the beating passively is not her style.

Since you've come to me following the cause-and-effect line, I'll let you follow that line to find someone else.

"Seventeen, scan the area for any US military bases."

[Host, what do you want—]

"Don't forget, the things we found in the Fukuda family's house weren't just from our own country."

A slight smile played on her lips. "This is the perfect time to send a big gift to the US military base."

Seventeen-Second Understanding: [You want to take advantage of the fact that their secret technique hasn't ended yet, and make the causal tracking point to the military base in Country M!]

"Yes, let's do it. Let's go!"

Jiang Zhiyu pulled out the Fukuda family's information about the US from her spatial storage—a thick stack of documents detailing the names of spies planted there, the locations of eavesdropping devices, the flow of funds, the actual profits from contract manufacturing projects, and the contact information for double agents. It was all valuable information.

She neatly packed the documents into a file folder.

"Ready. Seventeen, initiate teleportation."

-

Upon her first landing, she stood in an abandoned warehouse in Hengb Port.

That feeling of being pulled away immediately returned—like an invisible thread slowly closing in from afar, trying to pinpoint her location.

Jiang Zhiyu did not linger and immediately initiated a second teleportation.

The second time, she appeared on a deserted riverbank on the outskirts of Tokyo. The pull was stronger, as if something was accelerating closer.

Up until the fifth time.

She stood on a small military base in the United States, currently on the outer hillside.

The traction is still there.

She used her mental powers to sense the interior of the base. The layout—warehouse area, ammunition depot, supply storage area, command center—was clearly laid out.

Jiang Zhiyu teleported directly into the warehouse.

Good guy.

This place was worth the trip. The warehouse was neatly stacked with military supplies, communication equipment, and some technical documents marked with a classification level. Without saying a word, she placed the Fukuda family's US-related information that she had prepared in advance on the most conspicuous file shelf, tucked among the base's own internal documents. The cover had been changed to the base's standard format, so at first glance it looked like something from the base itself.

Then, she casually put everything she could carry from the warehouse into her spatial storage.

After doing all this, she went straight into the space.

The Beichen Yin-Yang Lodge, located deep in the mountains.

The light of the sacrificial array was slowly fading. Several elders sat around the altar, their expressions strange—or rather, increasingly grim. The results of tracking this large-scale sacrifice were so bizarre that they had never seen anything like it before. The same causal line had somehow branched out in six different locations.

The first five locations are scattered across different areas of East J, as if someone deliberately moved in leaps and bounds, leaving behind a residual trace of cause and effect at each location. And the final destination they point to…

"A military base in Country M?"

The eldest elder stared at the divination symbols on the altar, his voice hoarse, "The person the Fukuda family has offended... is it the United States?"

Another elder, his face ashen, said, "Six landing points, five of which are springboards, and the last one is the finish line. This tactic..."

"No—" the elder in charge suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on the last layer of information in the divination.

"It's not a misdirection. Someone really did send the Fukuda family's belongings to a military base in the US. The causal chain is tracing the items, not the people. The things stolen from the Fukuda family are currently at a military base in the US."

The room was completely silent.

If it was done by the US... then everything makes sense. That kind of high-tech, silent intrusion method, undetectable even to ninjas—the US has that capability.

"Contact the head of the Fukuda family immediately. Tell him the item has been found," the eldest elder said in a deep voice. "Ask him if he has recently offended anyone from the US."

-

When Seiichi Fukuda received the news, he was sitting blankly in his study.

He had been sitting there motionless for the entire night.

The people from the Yin-Yang Bureau told him the results of their investigation.

"Stolen items found at a US military base"

The last trace of color had drained from his face.

If China takes it, he still has room to maneuver. The moles can be withdrawn, the funds can be transferred, and at worst, he'll only lose one line of capital.

But if it's the US country...

No interrogation is needed; just looking at the documents is enough.

The contract manufacturing agreement was immediately voided. The business partner turned against them. The political network collapsed overnight.

His elaborate scheme, which he had been planning for over thirty years—a spy network, a financial chain, military cooperation, and political and business infiltration—was all destroyed in an instant.

Seiichi Fukuda slowly leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The Futian family is finished!