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

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the grass in the space, patted the grass clippings off her hands, and smiled.

Seventeen was bouncing around happily in her mind: [Host! This move was absolutely brilliant! They must think it was the US that did it now!]

"Using someone else to do your dirty work, anyone can do that." Her tone was slightly mischievous. "If something from the Fukuda family appears at a US military base, the US can easily find out what the Fukuda family has been up to behind the scenes. Do you think the US will tolerate that?"

This is absolutely unacceptable!

"Don't forget, we also took some stuff from the US military base." She paused, a slight smile playing on her lips. "When they discover the base's warehouses have been emptied, who do you think they'll suspect?"

Seventeen paused for a moment, then jumped up even more excitedly: [Host, you mean—the Fukuda family's items appeared at the M country base, and at the same time, the items at the M country base disappeared? Wouldn't they both be suspicious of each other?]

"Let it be chaotic." Jiang Zhiyu stood up, stretched her shoulders, and said, "The more chaotic, the better."

Seventeen couldn't help but lean closer: [Host, is everything almost done here? Can we go find the other companions of the Bronze Cauldron now?]

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at it: "I know, I knew you'd be thinking about this."

-

She first went to the still courtyard of the space.

Xu Yunzi lay there quietly. After changing into clean clothes, he didn't look so scary, but he was still extremely thin, with prominent cheekbones and a pale face. At first glance, one might mistake him for a mummy in an exhibition hall.

She placed Shota next to Xu Yunzi. The little guy slept peacefully, his cheeks round and his breathing even; he was indeed a child.

Jiang Zhiyu fed each of them a little spiritual spring water. Xu Yunzi's complexion improved slightly, but he was far from being able to wake up—thirty years of torment could not be recovered with just a sip of spiritual spring water; he needed to be slowly healed.

"It's not a good time to wake them," she said softly. "Let them sleep here, we'll talk about it when we get back home."

"Host," Seventeen's voice suddenly became a little guilty, "Have you... forgotten someone?"

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment.

"who?"

【Su Ran... have you forgotten?】

Jiang Zhiyu was suddenly startled.

Su Ran.

She had almost forgotten about this person.

"Every day I look at this space and say it's hers," Seventeen muttered softly. "I just move her to a different place every day. Every time she goes to a new place, she says it's hers, repeats it for a few days, then falls silent again, and then I move her to another place... This person still has some luck on her; she's been surviving for so long on fruit watered by the spiritual spring, and she hasn't died."

Jiang Zhiyu rubbed her temples helplessly.

After two teleportations, she arrived at a lonely mountaintop in the space.

On the mountaintop, only one pine tree grew, its gnarled branches twisted and its needles dark green. Beneath the tree, a person was bound—hands and feet entangled in vines, leaning against the trunk, hair disheveled, clothes clearly worn for many days, yet still clean.

Su Ran's eyes lit up when she saw her.

"You finally remembered me!"

Her voice was urgent and rapid, carrying the exhilaration of someone who had been imprisoned for too long: "Making me see all the beautiful landscapes in your online space every day, your methods of revenge are truly vicious!"

Seventeen, feeling a little guilty, remained silent.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at her and said in a calm tone, "I didn't kill you, I just let you stay here. I even let you eat fruit watered by the spiritual spring, you should be grateful."

"Lucky?" Su Ran let out a short, cold laugh. "Lucky for what? Lucky that you stole my spiritual spring space?"

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at her.

"First of all, this spiritual spring space wasn't yours even in my previous life. Now that I've transmigrated, it's right here with me, so there's no question of it being taken from you. Besides, maybe the world in the book you're talking about doesn't even exist!"

Su Ran's lips moved, but she didn't refute it. Because it was the truth—the Spirit Spring Space hadn't recognized her in her previous life either; she only knew the plot and that the Spirit Spring Space would appear in someone else's body, so she wanted to claim it first.

"Secondly, since you're familiar with the plot, you should know what this era needs most." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was calm and even, without a single inflection. "But all you think about is yourself—how to seize the spiritual spring, how to get rich, how to live better than others. You've never considered what this country, these people, need."

Su Ran fell silent.

"So do you think Lingquan would hire someone like you?"

These words were like a blunt knife, piercing the deepest part of Su Ran's heart.

Su Ran fell into deep thought.

She knew the plot, the trajectory of the next few decades, who would rise to prominence, and which businesses would make a fortune. She thought that by having the upper hand, she could possess everything, but she forgot that the Spirit Spring Space could never be obtained simply by "knowing."

"What did you do?" Su Ran looked up, her voice much lower than before. "With the spiritual spring... what did you do?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't answer directly, but simply said, "I took all sorts of high-tech from Country M and handed them over to the government. You know about the earthquake in Dacheng Mountain, right? I helped Dacheng Mountain with supplies, relief, and post-disaster reconstruction a long time ago. I won't go into details, there's much more."

Su Ran's pupils suddenly dilated.

The Great Mountain earthquake. Of course she knew. One of the biggest natural disasters in the story, with a staggering death toll. When she transmigrated, she considered whether she should do something beforehand—but ultimately did nothing. Because she was afraid of being exposed, afraid of attracting attention, afraid of disrupting her peaceful life.

"I came here wanting to use my remaining strength to help the people and this country," Jiang Zhiyu said, looking into her eyes, each word distinct. "Since the Spirit Spring originated from this country, it should be used for this country, not for your personal selfish desires."

Su Ran opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around, her voice as light as the wind: "Just enjoy yourself here. I won't kill you; after all, I don't need those few fruits."

"Don't go! Don't go!" Su Ran struggled violently, the vines digging into her flesh, but she didn't feel it. Her voice became shrill and distorted, "Jiang Zhiyu! I was wrong! Please let me go! Let me go—!"

Jiang Zhiyu did not turn around.

She walked straight out of the mountain.

Behind them, Su Ran's shouts grew fainter and fainter, eventually being swallowed up by the mountain wind.

Jiang Zhiyu stood on the open field and took a deep breath.

She didn't have time to waste on this woman.

Xu Yunzi and Shota were still asleep in the quiet courtyard. The matter on the Japanese side had been settled. Sooner or later, the Fukuda family and the United States would go to war. The Yin-Yang Bureau could not possibly carry out another large-scale sacrifice in the short term—the end of the causal line had been thrown to the United States by her, and they could not afford the price to track it again.

Next, it's time to go back home.

We must safely send Xu Yunzi and Xiang Tai back to Zhuge Yunhe.

There are also other companions of the bronze tripod—Li Laitou still has some in Gansu Province.

There's still a lot to do.