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

The train swayed and rattled as it pulled away from Shanghai, the scenery outside the window gradually changing from skyscrapers to fields. Jiang Zhiyu leaned against her berth, engrossed in reading her mother's notebook, when the compartment door was gently pulled open.

Three people entered. The elderly man at the head of the group had gray hair, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and a faded Zhongshan suit. He carried a worn-out leather suitcase and looked like a scholar. The two young men behind him were quite different. They stood ramrod straight, with sharp eyes. Although dressed in civilian clothes, they couldn't hide their military bearing. The edges of their backpacks were worn smooth, indicating that they were often away on missions.

"Young lady, we're also from this private room," the old man said with a smile, his tone gentle. "My surname is Zhao, just call me Old Zhao. These two are Xiao Li and Xiao Wang."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced up and nodded slightly: "Jiang Zhiyu".

Her attitude wasn't exactly warm, and Xiao Li and Xiao Wang exchanged a glance, a hint of wariness flashing in their eyes. Neither of them spoke, but they quickly put their luggage away, one standing guard at the door, the other sitting down next to Old Chen, their slightly scrutinizing gazes occasionally glancing at Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored them. These two were clearly trained guards. Their high vigilance was a good thing, but their rigid demeanor made it easy to guess their identities, just like those robots in the apocalypse that only obeyed orders.

Old Zhao, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned, taking out a book from his bag and flipping through it. Occasionally, he would look up and chat with Jiang Zhiyu, saying, "Comrade Jiang, are you going to the countryside to work? You don't look very old, but you're going to suffer along the way."

"It's alright." Jiang Zhiyu closed her notebook. "As long as I can support myself, that's fine."

"That's very true." Old Zhao smiled. "I also went to the countryside when I was young. Conditions were much tougher back then..." He rambled on about the past, his tone gentle and without any airs of an elder.

Jiang Zhiyu listened half-heartedly, occasionally responding. Xiao Li and Xiao Wang remained on edge, even taking turns drinking water, afraid of missing anything. Jiang Zhiyu's eyes ached from watching.

After dinner, the lights in the carriage dimmed, with only the emergency lights in the aisle providing a faint glow. Xiao Li and Xiao Wang took turns keeping watch, Old Zhao dozed off against his berth, Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes to rest, and 0047 played soft music in his mind, quite content.

The incident occurred at 3 a.m.

"boom--"

The door to the private room was kicked open, and a dark figure rushed in, grabbing a handful of white powder and scattering it all over the room before anyone could react.

"Watch out!" Xiao Li reacted the fastest, trying to get up and block Zhao Lao's way, but as soon as he took a step, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. His face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat poured out. He clutched his chest and gasped for breath.

Xiao Wang wasn't much better off. He had just reached out to grab the dark figure when his legs gave way and he collapsed back into his seat, trembling like a leaf, too weak to even speak.

Jiang Zhiyu's pupils contracted as she looked at the group. Who were they? How could they have been poisoned? She used her poison-based abilities to shield herself, so this little bit of poison couldn't even get close to her.

Once the man in black had achieved his goal, he vanished in an instant.

"Chase..." Xiao Li gritted his teeth and tried to shout, but only a weak breath escaped his lips.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't move. She looked at their weak appearance, then glanced at the white powder on the ground, her brows furrowing deeply.

Just then, Xiao Wang suddenly looked up and glared at her with all his might: "You...how come you're alright? Are you in cahoots with him?!"

Xiao Li looked up at her, his eyes also filled with suspicion: "We've all been infected, and you...?"

Jiang Zhiyu's temper flared up instantly. What she hated most was this kind of indiscriminate suspicion.

"If I were on his side, you'd all be dead by now," she said coldly, her voice icy. "You're incompetent yourself, yet you have the audacity to doubt others?"

"You..." Xiao Wang was choked and speechless, his face turning even paler.

"Alright." Old Zhao suddenly spoke up. He had also inhaled some powder, and his face was a little ashen, but he remained calm. "Stop arguing. If Comrade Xiao Jiang wanted to harm us, he wouldn't have been sitting here just now."

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes gentle yet probing: "Young lady, do you have a way to cure this poison?"

Jiang Zhiyu did not answer immediately, but walked to Zhao Lao's side.

"Don't go near Old Zhao!" Little Li tried to stand up in a panic, but fell back down, sweat beading on his forehead.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored him completely and took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from her bag—she had saved some extra when she decanted it last night, and it had come in handy. In front of the three of them, she unscrewed the cap, dripped two drops into the enamel cup in front of Old Zhao, and swirled it around.

"I'll drink it." She handed over the cup, her tone crisp.

Just as Xiao Wang and Xiao Li were about to get up and stop him, Zhao Lao didn't hesitate at all, took the drink and drank it all in one gulp.

Setting down her cup, Jiang Zhiyu reached out and grabbed his arm, her fingertips slightly cool. Just as he was about to ask something, a warm current suddenly spread throughout his body, instantly dispelling the dizziness and lightheadedness he had felt moments before. Even the fatigue from days of travel vanished, leaving him feeling as light as if he had become ten years younger.

"This..." Old Zhao was both surprised and delighted. His gaze towards Jiang Zhiyu completely changed. "Young lady, your water..."

"It's for detoxification." Jiang Zhiyu released her hand, her tone calm, as if she had just handed him a glass of ordinary water. The poison-based ability at her fingertips had already absorbed all the toxins from Old Chen's body; that little bit of toxin was as easy for her as drinking a sip of water.

Old Zhao stood up, stretched his limbs, and became even more certain that this young woman was no ordinary person. He quickly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Comrade Jiang, for saving my life! This water is far too precious; I have no way to repay you..."

"Save your people first." Jiang Zhiyu glanced at Xiao Li and Xiao Wang, who were still slumped in their seats, her tone laced with sarcasm. "If this drags on any longer, they might really become crippled."

Old Zhao then remembered the two guards and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, young lady, please save them too! They're just a bit straightforward, but they're good kids, and extremely loyal to their work..."

Xiao Li and Xiao Wang's faces flushed red. They had just been doubting her, but now they needed her to save their lives; they were too ashamed to speak. Their weakness left them barely able to lift their heads, and they could only stare longingly at Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu turned her head away, ignoring them. These two stubborn brats need to be taught a lesson before they know their place.

Seeing this, Old Zhao quickly gave the two of them a meaningful look, then smiled apologetically at Jiang Zhiyu, saying, "Young lady, they were just doing their duty; they didn't mean to doubt you. You're a magnanimous person, don't take it to heart..."

Xiao Li gritted his teeth and mustered all his strength to say, "I'm sorry, Comrade Jiang, we were wrong..."

Xiao Wang also apologized, "We shouldn't have doubted you, please save us..." It doesn't matter if they die, but it's unacceptable for Old Zhao to be left unprotected.

Hearing their unusually humble apology, Jiang Zhiyu's anger subsided a little. She took one of their military water bottles, dripped two drops of spiritual spring water into it, and handed it to them: "Drink this."

As soon as Xiao Li took the kettle, he felt Jiang Zhiyu's fingertips touch his wrist. A warm current flowed into his body, and the weakness he had felt earlier instantly disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the water in the kettle, and then at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Xiao Wang drank the water and quickly regained his strength. The two looked at each other and saw shock and guilt in each other's eyes.

"Thank you, Comrade Jiang." Xiao Li stood up and gave a solemn military salute. "We were wrong just now, please forgive us."

"Let's go after them!" Xiao Wang said, and was about to rush out.

"Wait," Old Zhao called out to them. "They came prepared, and they're already convinced they've succeeded. If you chase after them now, you'll only alert them. Hold the compartment for now and contact the train conductor at dawn."

The two stopped and stood guard at the door, but their eyes held a newfound respect as they looked at Jiang Zhiyu.

Old Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat back down opposite Jiang Zhiyu, and said with a gentle smile, "Comrade Jiang, we really owe you a lot just now. I haven't asked you yet, which place in the countryside are you going to?"

"Northeast, Jilin Province, An County, Kaoshantun." Jiang Zhiyu didn't hide anything; this kind of thing could be found out by investigation.

"Kaoshantun?" Old Zhao paused for a moment, then took out a notebook from his bag and wrote it down. "I know that place. It's near Changbai Mountain, and the conditions are a bit harsh." After he finished writing, he closed the notebook. "I do geological research, and this trip to the Northeast was also for research. Maybe we'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

Jiang Zhiyu watched him write down the address but didn't stop him. Old Zhao was clearly someone with connections; he even had a bodyguard with him. In this day and age, having a friend like that might be helpful to her parents in the future.

"Who can say for sure about fate?" she said calmly.

Old Zhao smiled and didn't ask any further questions. Some things are better left unsaid. This young woman has such abilities at such a young age, and she can remain calm in a crisis; she must be extraordinary. He put the notebook away, already having made up his mind.

The compartment fell silent again, broken only by the clanging of the train. Xiao Li and Xiao Wang remained vigilantly guarding the door, but when they looked at Jiang Zhiyu again, their eyes were filled with awe.