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

Jiang Zhiyu helped her parents to breakfast at the state-run restaurant, and then went to the guesthouse.

The guesthouse was basic, but that's how things are in China these days, though it was much better than that cold, gloomy warehouse.

Jiang Zhiyu booked two rooms for her parents—one for herself and one for them. She even had Seventeen forge the letters of introduction. Her parents initially said they could just squeeze in and there was no need to waste money, but Jiang Zhiyu insisted on separate rooms because she had things to do later. How could she leave if she stayed with them?

After seeing her parents into their room and noticing their gradually relaxing expressions, Jiang Zhiyu felt much more at ease.

"You all rest in your rooms and don't wander around," she instructed. "I'm going to my room to sleep for a while; I didn't sleep well last night."

Su Wanqing took her hand, her eyes reddening again: "Zhiyu, you've been working hard all night, go and get some rest."

Jiang Boxun nodded in agreement, "Go ahead, Dad will stay with Mom. You get some sleep."

Jiang Zhiyu responded, turned around and went into her room. After locking the door, she leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

We finally rescued my parents.

Her eyes stung, but she forced them back. That Li Jiandang, and the people behind him, were still waiting for her to deal with.

Jiang Zhiyu lay on the bed for a while, closing her eyes to rest.

Once she had regained her strength and sensed that her parents were asleep, she quietly got up and teleported out of the guesthouse.

East of the city.

That big tree is easy to find.

In an era when most buildings were low and dilapidated, this courtyard stood out from the crowd—with its blue bricks and gray tiles, towering gatehouse, and snow-white walls, it was clear that a lot of money had been spent on its construction.

Jiang Zhiyu stood outside the courtyard wall, spread her spiritual energy, and gently probed inside.

Very well, that so-called Director Li is still sleeping.

She was also holding someone in her arms.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes turned cold.

She climbed over the wall into the courtyard, pushed open the door to the main house, and, by the morning light streaming in through the window, saw the scene inside—

Li Jiandang lay sprawled on the bed, a young woman nestled in his arms, fast asleep, a trace of drool still clinging to his lips, lost in some sweet dream. Several empty wine bottles sat on the bedside table, and a few crumpled clothes lay scattered on the floor. The room reeked of a strange mixture of alcohol and perfume.

Jiang Zhiyu stood by the bed, looking down at the couple, her face expressionless.

She's sleeping soundly.

She probed deeper into her spiritual realm—then, she raised an eyebrow.

This courtyard holds many treasures.

There were dozens of large boxes, some stuffed under the bed, some stuffed in the cabinets, and even a lot stuffed in the cellar. Jiang Zhiyu teleported over and opened them. They were full of antiques—blue and white porcelain vases, jade ornaments, calligraphy and paintings by famous people, gold and silver utensils, all of which were valuable items. Some of them were obviously confiscated from wealthy families.

It seems these people have made quite a bit of money over the years.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes darkened.

Li Jiandang's uncle was the director of the Kyoto Revolutionary Committee. Anyone who could climb to that position wield considerable power. They specifically targeted capitalists, confiscating their property, exterminating their families, and plundering the people's wealth—this is probably where these antiques came from.

Jiang Zhiyu accepted them all without hesitation! She'd collect some interest before dealing with them!

She didn't want to make a move here. Too much noise would attract attention. He teleported into the main room, extended his finger, and lightly touched—

A colorless and odorless drug drifted through the air, completely enveloping the two people on the bed.

Within seconds, Li Jiandang and the woman in his arms began to breathe slowly and evenly, as they fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward and took both of them into her spatial dimension.

They arrived at a desolate mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Jiang Zhiyu threw the two people on the ground, and then, with a thought, a tender green sprout emerged from her fingertip.

She hadn't slept all night and was constantly on edge; she desperately needed to vent.

The sprout grew rapidly in her palm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a vine as thick as a finger and several meters long, swaying gently in the morning breeze.

She gripped the vine tightly and lashed it at Li Jiandang.

"ah--!"

A scream shattered the silence of the early morning.

Li Jiandang was jolted awake from his coma by excruciating pain, and he sprang up as if he were on fire. He looked around blankly and found himself not in his own courtyard, but in a desolate wilderness surrounded by trees and withered leaves on the ground.

"Who? Who the hell is it—"

Before he could finish speaking, another vine lashed out and struck him squarely in the back.

"Snapped!"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Li Jiandang screamed as he collapsed to the ground, his face burning with pain.

"Spare me! Spare me!" he cried, trembling on the ground. "Who? Who is it? Please, spare me!"

Jiang Zhiyu held the vine and slowly walked up to him.

Morning light filtered through the leaves, illuminating her face and revealing a delicate yet cold expression. A faint smile played on her lips, but that smile sent a chill down Li Jiandang's spine.

"Take a closer look and see if you recognize me?" Her voice was soft, but as cold as ice.

Li Jiandang looked up at her, and the moment he saw her face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.

This woman—

This face—

"You...you are..." His voice trembled, "You are that daughter of the Jiang family?!" It was true that Jiang Zhiyu looked very much like her mother!

When she first went to the countryside, her mother was so worn out from the hard work that she was no longer beautiful! She had just brought her mother back home when these beasts injured her!

Jiang Zhiyu did not answer, but instead held the vine and lashed him with the whip again.

"Snapped!"

"ah--!"

The screams echoed through the mountains and forests, startling a flock of birds.

"Speak," Jiang Zhiyu's voice remained calm, "who ordered you to arrest the Jiang couple?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Snapped!"

"I'm the nephew of the director of the Kyoto Revolutionary Committee! How dare you hit me—"

"Snapped!"

"Ah—! Spare me! Spare me!"

Li Jiandang was beaten until he rolled on the ground, covered in blood. He never expected this seemingly weak girl to be so ruthless, lashing him with vines, each lash feeling like a burning fire.

The woman beside him slowly woke up, but upon opening her eyes and seeing the scene before her, she fainted again in fright.

"Speak," Jiang Zhiyu stopped what she was doing, looking at him coldly, "who ordered you to do this?"

"It's...it's my uncle!" Li Jiandang couldn't hold back any longer and shouted desperately, "It was my uncle who made me do it!"

Who is your uncle?

"Kyoto Revolutionary Committee Director... Su Qiming"

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes.

really.

"Was the arrest of the Jiang couple his own idea, or was he instructed by someone else?"

"There...there are others!" Li Jiandang, terrified of being beaten, blurted out everything, "My cousin too! It was my cousin who got my uncle to arrange for me to come here!"

"Your cousin?"

"Yes...yes! My cousin's name is Su Ran!" Li Jiandang lay on the ground, trembling all over. "She said your parents had a jade pendant and told me to keep an eye on them to see if they contacted anyone in the area or if anyone came to help them. A while ago, someone from below reported that they had been released from their exile status, so my uncle ordered me to arrest them and take them to the capital for questioning!"

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent for a moment.

She remembered her mother's teardrop-shaped jade pendant—it was the key item for her space upgrade, which her mother had given her as part of her dowry, enabling her space to merge and upgrade.

It now seems that what "Su Ran" was after was this jade pendant.

"What does that jade pendant look like? How did your cousin know it was in the Jiang family's possession?"

"I don't know..." Li Jiandang said with a mournful face, "My cousin only said it might be at the Jiang family's house, and told me to have someone keep an eye on it, but she didn't say anything specific..."

"Ha," Jiang Zhiyu sneered, "Now that the Jiang family has shed its exiled status, what right do you have to arrest people?"

Li Jiandang's face turned even paler: "My uncle said... he told me to just go ahead and do it... he'd cover for me if anything went wrong... then he found someone from the same village to report it, and I just had the audacity to arrest the person."

Jiang Zhiyu stared into his eyes for a few seconds to make sure he wasn't lying before she gave a cold smirk.

That's incredibly audacious.

The director of the Kyoto Revolutionary Committee is so powerful that he can control everything—even though it's already legal, he still dares to send people to arrest people, claiming that "someone reported him"?

"Is what you're saying true? Who reported you?"

"Really! Really!" Li Jiandang nodded frantically. "I'm just a gofer, I only did what my uncle and cousin told me to do! I don't know anything! The one who reported me is a young educated youth from your village named Jiang Wenwen. I haven't even contacted anyone from your village yet, and she came to me on her own! She even wanted to use her body..."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything more, she just looked at him coldly.

Su Qiming – Director of the Kyoto Revolutionary Committee.

Su Ran—Su Qiming's daughter—wants that jade pendant.

Both sides had their own agendas. Su Qiming wanted the Jiang family's wealth, while Su Ran wanted the jade pendant.

Great, the goals are clear now.

She slapped Li Jiandang on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious, and then took him and the woman into her spatial storage.

The mountain breeze carried away the stench of blood from the air.

Jiang Zhiyu stood still, watching the sky gradually brighten in the distance, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

She'll be going to Kyoto soon.