The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Zhou Yanhuan quickly locked the door and led Xiao Jiu into the space.

In the master bedroom on the second floor of the small courtyard, Zhou Yanhuan suddenly had a bad feeling.

Zhou Yanhuan frowned deeply, staring intently at the tortoise shell and yarrow stalks in his hands, muttering incantations as he tried to find answers using these ancient divination tools. He gently shook the tortoise shell, making the yarrow stalks inside sway, as he chanted strange incantations. As time passed, his brow furrowed more and more, seemingly without finding the result he sought.

And so, Zhou Yanhuan repeated this process over and over again, each time concentrating intently and not missing a single detail. He knew that only in this way could he obtain the most accurate answer. However, after several minutes of effort, he still couldn't figure out where his premonition came from.

Zhou Yanhuan was already quite tired, but he still didn't give up. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and began a new round of divination. This time, he was even more focused than before, and even his breathing became slow and steady.

Zhou Yanhuan slumped on the bed like a deflated balloon, and complained to Xiao Jiu, "Xiao Jiu, do you think that damn God System did something to me when I was reborn? Why can't I even figure out where this little bad feeling came from?" Zhou Yanhuan looked angry, like a child whose lollipop had been taken away.

"Ah Huan, when you were reborn, the God System didn't touch anything except your cultivation in the cultivation world." Because Xiao Jiu was not bound by the laws of the outside world in the space, the little white cat spoke in a human voice, which was clear and melodious, like the sound of a mountain spring flowing.

"Then why can't I figure it out? Back in the day, my ability to divine in the world of metaphysics was second to none, but now I can't even figure it out!" Zhou Yanhuan said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Jiu remained silent for several seconds after hearing Zhou Yanhuan's words, seemingly deep in thought, as if pondering some important question.

Could it be that when the God System extracted Ah Huan's cultivation from the cultivation world after her rebirth, it also accidentally extracted her abilities from the mystical arts world?

After a few minutes of silence, Xiao Jiu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. It was as if she had remembered something.

"Huan, could this bad feeling be coming from your immediate family?" Xiao Jiu said calmly, her voice devoid of any emotion. "You should know that you can't perform divination for your immediate family."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanhuan sat bolt upright in bed, her face as pale as paper and her lips devoid of color. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she exclaimed, "Direct blood relatives? Could it be... could it be my brothers?! Are they in danger? If that's the case, what should we do?!" Her voice trembled, her fear palpable.

Xiao Jiu looked at Zhou Yanhuan, shook her head, and sighed inwardly, "Ahuan is usually very emotionally stable, but whenever it comes to her two older brothers and Si Yanjing, her emotions become very unstable, like a roller coaster."

Despite her inner grumbling, Xiao Jiu gently comforted him, "It's not necessarily that your brother is in danger. Even if he is, if you prepare some life-saving items for him, we can work together to get them to him, and the danger will be averted! Don't worry."

As soon as Xiao Jiu finished speaking, a light shone in Zhou Yanhuan's eyes, like a candle suddenly lit in the darkness, full of hope. After a few seconds, Zhou Yanhuan seemed to think of something and deflated, like a punctured balloon.

She said, looking aggrieved, "I can't figure it out right now, and I don't know what I should prepare."

Xiao Jiu almost burst out laughing when she saw Zhou Yanhuan's aggrieved little expression. She suppressed her laughter and gently comforted her, "If you don't know what to prepare, just follow your heart and prepare according to your thoughts. If you don't have enough, don't you still have a lot of stock in the warehouse? You can always find something to save your life. If all else fails, there's also the system shop."

Upon hearing Xiao Jiu's words, Zhou Yanhuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly ran down the stairs like a gust of wind. Her steps were light and agile, like a cheerful little bird. After reaching the bottom of the stairs, she immediately jumped onto her beloved balance bike and headed towards the backyard warehouse.

Throughout the journey, Zhou Yanhuan was exceptionally excited and thrilled. A radiant smile graced her face, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. She seemed eager to see what she had in her warehouse to prepare for her brother's survival.

Zhou Yanhuan ransacked every room in the warehouse that she thought was useful. Two androids followed her without her noticing, each carrying two sacks like loyal soldiers. She acted like a general, directing them to put the looted items into the sacks.

Two hours later, Zhou Yanhuan finally arrived at the room where cultivation artifacts were stored. Among a large pile of cultivation artifacts, Zhou Yanhuan was like a nimble fish swimming in the sea, carefully selecting two unremarkable storage jade rings and two identical low-level hidden weapons from the cultivation world that could recognize their owners.

The four items were small gadgets that Zhou Yanhuan had crafted back then, but in this world where they couldn't be made into spirits, they were incredibly powerful.

Zhou Yanhuan took the storage jade ring and the hidden weapon, and returned to Xiaowan's study on the second floor with the android behind her.

Zhou Yanhuan directed the bionic robot, like a diligent little bee, to sort and place the items brought from the warehouse on the antique bookshelf near the red-book desk that Zhou Yanhuan usually used, making it convenient for Zhou Yanhuan to use.

After tidying up, the bionic robot left the study and returned to its post.

Zhou Yanhuan wasn't one to procrastinate; she acted immediately, taking the spirit talisman paper and a small jar of spirit beast blood from the antique bookshelf and placing them on the desk.

Zhou Yanhuan began drawing various low-level talismans: there were avatar talismans that could transform into the appearance of others, substitute talismans that could take damage for someone else, puppet talismans that could control the actions of puppets, teleportation talismans that could instantly move to a safe area, Vajra talismans that could enhance one's own defensive capabilities, fire talismans that could release flames to attack enemies, explosion talismans that could produce huge explosions, sound transmission talismans that could transmit sound over long distances, location talismans that could mark locations for easy searching, giant strength talismans that could grant the user great power, invisibility talismans that could make one's figure disappear, hallucination talismans that could cause enemies to fall into illusions, and rejuvenation talismans, healing talismans, recovery talismans, and vitality talismans that could restore vitality and injuries, totaling sixteen types of talismans.

Zhou Yanhuan thought to herself that since these were talismans for saving lives, the more the better. So she decided to prepare two hundred of each type of talisman.