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

Three peaceful days passed. Every day, Jiang Zhiyu followed Jinbao up the mountain to cut pig feed. Occasionally, when the little guy wasn't paying attention, she would use teleportation to take a look around the cave area to make sure the weapons were still there, leaving only empty wooden boxes and freshly laid straw. Only then would she feel at ease.

That evening, she had just finished cultivating her wood-based abilities in her spatial dimension when 0047 suddenly sounded in her mind: [Host, unidentified individuals have attempted to bypass the wall.]

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. She didn't turn on the light, but by the moonlight from the window, she could see who it was—a burly, dark figure with a face full of scars, the same Black Bear who had been entangled with Jiang Wenwen in the grove that day.

This guy actually dares to come knocking on our door?

Black Bear, clutching an iron crowbar, crept stealthily to the door. Just as he was about to pry open the key, the door creaked open by itself. He froze for two seconds, not yet reacting, when suddenly something wrapped around his ankle, and a tremendous force yanked him, sending him crashing into the house with a thud, landing hard on the ground.

"What is that?!" The black bear was terrified and struggled to get up, only to find that what was wrapped around his foot was a vine as thick as a wrist, which was tightening its grip. He then remembered the rumor he had heard in town a few days ago—a few thugs in the county town had been following a woman and ended up being strangled to death by the vine, their deaths were gruesome.

"Jiang Wenwen said this female educated youth is as beautiful as a fairy..." Black Bear's mind was buzzing. When he thought of the strange vines from earlier, his crotch suddenly felt hot, and he was so frightened that he wet his pants.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned in disgust and manipulated the vines to drag him out of the yard. This guy, who weighed over 200 pounds, was as light as a leaf in front of the vines.

She slowly walked out of the room, the moonlight shining on her face, her fair skin gleaming coldly. The black bear looked up and saw her, his pupils suddenly contracting—she did indeed resemble a fairy in a painting, but the coldness in her eyes was more chilling than ice shards.

"Fairy, Fairy, spare my life!" The black bear was completely paralyzed, scrambling and kowtowing, "I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness! I'm not human! Please spare my dog's life!"

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. It seemed the news of those thugs' deaths in the county town had already spread throughout the gangster circles. She didn't speak, but suddenly the vines wrapped around the black bear's mouth, like stuffing a rag in his throat, silencing his roar.

"Drag it away," she ordered the vines, then followed behind them into the deep mountains.

The black bear was dragged along the ground, pebbles tearing its clothes and skin, causing blood to seep out, yet it couldn't utter a single groan. Only when they reached the deep mountains far from the village did Jiang Zhiyu retract the vines that were binding its mouth.

"Cough, cough..." The black bear coughed so hard it was almost unbearable. When it looked up and saw Jiang Zhiyu's condescending gaze, it was so frightened that it almost fainted.

"Didn't Jiang Wenwen tell you?" Jiang Zhiyu's voice was soft, but it was like an icicle piercing a black bear's ear. "I dislocated someone's arm in the village, and that person is still lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) groaning."

She crouched down, picked up a dry twig, and ran it across the black bear's trembling cheek: "You dare to mess with me based on just a few words from her? It feels good to be used as a pawn by a woman, doesn't it?"

Tears streaming down his face, the black bear repeatedly kowtowed, his forehead slamming against the stone with a loud thud: "I was wrong! I was truly wrong! I was bewitched! Please, spare me..."

"It's too late." Jiang Zhiyu straightened up, her tone flat. "Someone like you is a menace just by being alive."

She didn't intend to do it herself. The incident in the county town was already conspicuous enough; causing another death might backfire. With a thought, Tiger Overlord roared out of the space, its massive body blocking the moonlight, its shadow almost completely enveloping the black bear.

The moment the black bear saw the tiger, its pupils dilated, and its blood seemed to freeze. It opened its mouth, but no sound came out. Finally, it lay stiffly on the ground, its eyes as empty as two dry wells.

"Don't eat him, he's too dirty." Jiang Zhiyu patted Hu Batian's head. "Kill him, tear his clothes off, make it look like you attacked him, understand?"

Hu Batian actually nodded in a human-like manner and rubbed his big head against her palm, as if he were being affectionate.

"Looks like I didn't drink the spiritual spring water for nothing." Jiang Zhiyu smiled, stepped aside, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes to rest.

A dull thud and the sound of tearing fabric came from behind, then silence soon followed. Hu Batian nuzzled against him, tugging at his clothes and making whimpering noises, as if seeking praise.

Jiang Zhiyu got up and walked over. The black bear was already dead, with several deep claw marks on its chest and face that revealed bone. Its clothes were torn into strips and scattered around, making it look like it had indeed been attacked by a wild beast.

She checked the area to make sure no footprints were left, then had Tiger Batian scratch the ground with its claws to completely cover up any traces. Only then did she put the tiger back into her spatial dimension and turn to walk towards the courtyard.

The night breeze carried the scent of pine needles as she walked slowly. This was the second time she had killed someone since transmigrating, yet she felt no unease. Having witnessed countless lives being worthless in the apocalypse, she had long understood that being merciful to the wicked was being cruel to herself.

The next morning, Kaoshantun was in an uproar.

"Someone's dead! A black bear was killed by a tiger in the mountains!"

"Really? It's that black bear from the next village who's been famous for miles around?"

"It's true! The police are here! They're in the pine forest on the north slope of the deep mountains!"

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu opened the courtyard gate, Zhang Chong grabbed her arm. Panting, her face a mixture of shock and excitement, she cried out, "Zhiyu! Something's happened! The black bear is dead! It was eaten by a tiger!"

"Oh," Jiang Zhiyu replied casually, and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll start cooking."

"What are you cooking for! Come and see what's going on!" Zhang Chong dragged her towards the village entrance. "This is a huge deal! I heard he died a horrible death, his face was scratched all over!"

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't dissuade him, so she locked the courtyard gate and followed him up the mountain. Before they even reached the north slope, they heard a commotion ahead and saw a rope strung up outside the pine forest, with several people in police uniforms patrolling inside, surrounded by layers of villagers.

"That black bear deserved it! It even stole Widow Li's eggs the other day!"

"That's right! I heard he even harassed female cadres in the commune, but nobody could do anything about it!"

"How could there be a tiger in the mountains? We haven't seen a tiger in decades!"

"It might have escaped from Changbai Mountain! With the recent closure of mountains for reforestation, there are more wild animals..."

The villagers were abuzz with discussion. Some clapped and cheered, some worried that the tiger might come again, and others wondered what the black bear was up in the mountains in the middle of the night.

"Do you think he was trying to steal something?"

"It looks like it! Maybe they're eyeing someone's woodpile!"

Zhang Chong, squeezed into the crowd, listened with great interest, occasionally turning back to Jiang Zhiyu and muttering, "See what I told you? People like that never end well! It's just a pity he didn't get to see what a tiger looks like..."

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Jiang Wenwen in the corner.

She stood under an old locust tree, her face deathly pale, her lips bitten until they were red, her eyes filled with shock, hatred, and a barely perceptible fear. The black bear was dead; she probably felt a sense of relief, yet also regret that she hadn't been able to use someone else to do the dirty work.

As if sensing her gaze, Jiang Wenwen abruptly turned her head to look at her. Their eyes met, and Jiang Wenwen's gaze instantly turned venomous, like a poisoned needle stabbing fiercely at her.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored her and turned to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?" Zhang Chong hurriedly followed.

"Go up the mountain to cut pig feed."

"Why are you cutting pig feed at a time like this?" Zhang Chong asked, puzzled. "Aren't you going to go check on it?"

"What's so interesting about it?" Jiang Zhiyu said without turning her head. "What's so interesting about dead people?"

She walked briskly into the mountains. She saw right through Jiang Wenwen's schemes. If the woman behaved herself, she could pretend she didn't see anything. But if she dared to play tricks again...

She wouldn't mind letting Jiang Wenwen experience what it's like to be worse than death.

When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, Jinbao was already waiting for her with a basket on his back and a wild fruit in his hand: "Sister Jiang! Why did you take so long to come? My grandpa said there are tigers in the mountains, and we shouldn't go any deeper."

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyu took the wild fruit, wiped it, and popped it into her mouth. The sweet and sour juice exploded on her tongue. "We'll cut it here today, and we won't go any further in."

Jinbao nodded, picked up his small sickle, and began cutting pig feed, humming a folk song as he did so. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling golden light onto his fluffy head.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the tree, watching the little guy's busy figure, and the gloom in her heart caused by the murder dissipated a lot.

Although this era is full of scheming and danger, it also has pure warmth like that of Jinbao.

She took out a White Rabbit milk candy, unwrapped it, and handed it to Jinbao: "Take a break and have a candy."

Jinbao took it, put it in his mouth, and smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits.

The crowd in the distance was still making a ruckus, and the faint sound of police sirens could be heard. Jiang Zhiyu gazed at the commotion and let out a soft breath.

The black bear incident was just a minor episode. The real trouble was still waiting for her in Kyoto... As these people surfaced one by one, she wanted to see who would have the last laugh.

The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle. All she wanted to do was quietly finish cutting the pig feed and bring some fresh wild boar meat to her parents that evening.