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

"0047, locate the town's Revolutionary Committee, initiate teleportation." Jiang Zhiyu sat by the window, her fingertips lightly tapping on the table.

[Received, host. Teleportation program initiated, 3, 2, 1—]

A flash of light and shadow, and when she opened her eyes again, she was standing in a secluded corner of the town's revolutionary committee's backyard. This was the second time Jiang Zhiyu had used the teleportation function. She didn't want to rely too much on this cheat, as it would make her lower her guard and expose her, which would be disastrous.

She moved quietly towards the main building, using the shadows as cover. Her wood-based abilities subtly spread out, sensing the movements around her—the room on the east side of the second floor with the sign "Director's Office" was her target for the night.

She activated teleportation again, and was already inside the office. She locked the door behind her, took out a pair of gloves from her spatial storage and put them on, then put a miniature high-powered flashlight on its dimmest setting, holding it in her mouth. Only then did she begin her search. The beam of light swept across the desk; the drawer was unlocked, filled with documents and ledgers. After flipping through them for a while, she found only trivial village affairs—nothing of value.

"Tsk, well hidden." She frowned and turned to the metal cabinet in the corner. The cabinet was locked, but that wasn't difficult for her—she flicked a thin vine from her fingertip, threaded it through the keyhole, and with a gentle twist, "click," the lock opened.

The cabinet was filled with file folders, mostly records of denunciations. Jiang Zhiyu patiently rummaged through them, finally finding an envelope at the very bottom with the words "Sent from Kyoto" printed on it. Her heart skipped a beat, and she pulled out the letter and unfolded it.

The handwriting was delicate, with a deliberate rounding, clearly a woman's: "Cousin, your time in An County is just for show. I've already had my elder brother arrange a position for you in the capital, and you'll be transferred back soon. The most important thing right now is to find that jade pendant; it should be in the hands of the Jiang couple..."

Jiang Zhiyu's breath hitched—a jade pendant? The teardrop-shaped jade pendant her mother left her, engraved with the character "Su"? It was this very pendant that suddenly merged into her palm after she transmigrated, upgrading her spatial abilities. Could this jade pendant itself hold a secret?

The letter didn't mention the jade pendant's specific appearance, only stating that it was "of great importance." Jiang Zhiyu gripped the letter, her fingertips turning white—the other person knew the jade pendant was in her parents' possession and was aware of its value; they were either a reincarnated person or someone who had transmigrated into a book, otherwise why would they be interested in this seemingly ordinary jade pendant?

"0047, do you think there might be other people in this world who know the secret of the jade pendant?" she asked in her mind.

[Host, theoretically, it's possible. Every world is interwoven with countless storylines; perhaps there are others like you, but they might have come with their own "plot."]

Jiang Zhiyu sneered, folded the letter, and put it into her spatial storage. Whether it was rebirth or transmigration into a book, anyone who dared to touch her had to be prepared to bear the consequences. This woman who wrote the letter was in Kyoto and could even instruct the director of the Revolutionary Committee; her identity must be extraordinary, and it was probably related to her parents being sent to the countryside.

She circled the office again to make sure she hadn't missed anything before teleporting away. By the time she returned to the courtyard, it was almost dawn. After tossing and turning most of the night, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed and wasn't woken up until the sun was high in the sky by noises at the courtyard gate.

"Sister Jiang! Sister Jiang!" Jinbao's voice was like a little sparrow, chirping away.

She put on her coat and opened the door, only to see Little Radish squatting on the threshold, clutching a blade of grass in her hand. Seeing her come out, she immediately jumped up: "Sister Jiang, are we going up the mountain again today? I brought my basket!"

"Go." Jiang Zhiyu smiled and ruffled his hair. "But we might not be able to catch any pheasants today. We can't have good luck every day."

"It's okay, it's okay! Cutting pig feed is fun too!" Jinbao grinned, revealing two rows of small white teeth.

The two walked up the mountain, and when they reached the halfway point, Jiang Zhiyu took out two White Rabbit milk candies from her pocket: "Jinbao, you stay here and cut the grass. I'm going to take a walk around the neighborhood. Don't wander off."

"Okay!" Jinbao unwrapped the candy, stuffed the milk candy into his mouth, and mumbled a reply.

Jiang Zhiyu turned and walked into the dense forest, silently chanting, "0047, teleport to the vicinity of the hot spring I marked last time."

A flash of light and shadow, and warm steam rushed towards her. She didn't rush to bathe, but instead followed the hot spring deeper into the mountains—since she was already there, she might as well explore the mountain's secrets. The further she went, the denser the trees became, vines entwining the trunks, almost completely obscuring the sky. She activated her wood-based ability, and the vines automatically parted to the sides, creating a path.

After walking for about half an hour, she suddenly remembered Hu Batian in the space. With a thought, the Siberian tiger roared and rushed out, excitedly rubbing against her feet, its tail whipping like a whip.

"I'll follow you and see what we find." Jiang Zhiyu patted its head.

Tiger Overlord seemed to understand, let out a low growl, and led the way into the depths of the dense forest. It was extremely fast, stopping every now and then to sniff around, and soon returned carrying a plump wild boar in its mouth, swishing its tail triumphantly.

"Not bad, it can find its own food now." Jiang Zhiyu smiled and put the wild boar into her spatial storage.

For the rest of the journey, Tiger seemed to have a cheat code, bringing back rabbits, pheasants, and even a roe deer one after another. Jiang Zhiyu was happy to have some free time, only responsible for collecting the spoils, and thought to herself: This tiger knows how to live better than she does.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hu Batian suddenly stopped, nuzzled her arm with its head, and pulled her in one direction. Jiang Zhiyu looked in the direction it indicated and saw a dark, shadowy cave entrance vaguely visible behind a thick patch of vines.

"Man-made?" She frowned and stepped forward to examine it closely—the edges of the hole were very smooth, clearly carved out by hand. Hu Batian used his claws to pry open the vines, revealing the hole, which was at least two people tall.

"Let's go in and take a look." Jiang Zhiyu let Hu Batian walk ahead, and followed closely behind. The cave was dark, but with the faint light filtering in from the skylight in the mountaintop, she could see the scene inside—the ground was covered with straw, piled up densely. Jiang Zhiyu wondered who would bother piling straw in this cave, but since she was already here, she figured she might as well collect some straw, just to gather firewood for herself. After she finished collecting the straw, she gasped. The ground was piled with countless wooden crates, stretching all the way to the deepest part, numbering at least several thousand.

"This is..." Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat. She casually lifted a box, revealing rows of hand grenades with English markings on their casings. Opening a few more, she found rifles with Japanese markings and some rusty shells. Although some were damaged, most of them still appeared to be usable.

"So much weaponry..." She gasped. The scale was enough to flatten An County. She examined it carefully. The boxes were covered in a thin layer of dust, and there were no fresh footprints around them. It seemed that the people or troops hiding here hadn't been here for a long time.

Handing these over would be enough to clear her parents' names, wouldn't it? But then she thought, given the current uncertain situation, it would be safer for her parents to stay in Kaoshantun. She suddenly remembered Song Yanzhou—he had said he was going to Anxian on a mission. Giving him this address would be a way of repaying the favor of having him investigate the old house.

Having made up her mind, she covered the box with straw again, erased her own and Hu Batian's footprints, and then took Hu Batian out of the cave and put it back into her space.

"0047, teleport to the vicinity of Jinbao."

When Jinbao reappeared, he was sitting on a rock counting ants, carrying half a basket of pig feed on his back. "Sister Jiang, you're back!"

"Well, we didn't find any game. Let's head down the mountain soon." Jiang Zhiyu helped him straighten his basket.

"It's alright! My grandpa said hunting is all about luck!" Jinbao said nonchalantly, skipping along behind her. "By the way, Sister Jiang, yesterday my mom used the peach shortbread you gave me to treat the aunt next door. She was so envious, saying you're a fairy from heaven!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled but didn't speak. A fairy descended from heaven? She was more like an avenger who had crawled back from the apocalypse. But it didn't matter; as long as she could protect her parents, she didn't mind playing any role.

After handing in the pig feed and recording the work points, Jiang Zhiyu watched Jinbao skip and hop home, and then she went home too.