The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

Jiang Muyan perused the original owner's memories, a chill creeping into her heart. In this so-called "home," the original owner had never felt a shred of warmth. From the age of three or four, she was forced to take on household chores, her small body moving between the stove and the laundry tub.

In my memory, the river water in the dead of winter was icy cold. The original owner was too young to wring the water out of her clothes. But if she washed them too slowly or not clean enough, she would be met with Liu Fangmei's merciless beatings and scoldings.

Since she could remember, the original owner had suffered from chilblains on her hands every year. In severe cases, her hands would rot from the cold, and she would have to soak them in cold water to wash her family's clothes.

Having finally reached school age, Liu Fangmei had no intention of letting her step into the school gates.

It wasn't until her younger sister, Jiang Muqian, who was two years younger than her, reached school age, and with the neighbors' disapproval and persuasion, that Liu Fangmei reluctantly relented. However, she made a harsh statement, demanding that she take care of her sister every step of the way at school.

Even though she went to school, the original owner still had to do all the housework. Fortunately, she was a good student, and even though she didn't have much time to study each day, her grades were still excellent.

After finally graduating from junior high school, Liu Fangmei forced the original owner to drop out of school, claiming that "the family can't afford to support three children," even though the original owner was the best student among the three children.

The original owner was reluctant to leave school, but she couldn't go against her domineering mother. Despite her grievances, she could only compromise with tears in her eyes.

In those days, if you didn't go to school, didn't work, and didn't get married, you could only be assigned to work in the countryside.

The original owner had already prepared herself for going to the countryside. She was not worried or afraid about going to the countryside. On the contrary, she was even looking forward to it. How could the hard days in the countryside be more difficult than those in this home?

Two days ago, Liu Fangmei suddenly talked to her, telling her to get ready to marry Director Zhang from the machinery factory.

The original owner's father worked at the machinery factory, and she had long heard of Director Zhang's reputation: not only was he older, but he was also a violent man who had beaten his two previous wives to death.

The original owner naturally resisted to the death, but she was outnumbered and powerless, and could not resist her parents' coercion and enticement. In despair, she chose to bang her head against the wall and never woke up again.

Thinking of this, Jiang Muyan's gaze grew even colder as she stared directly at Liu Fangmei. She sighed inwardly, thinking that the original owner of this body probably never knew until her death that she wasn't actually this family's biological child.

Over here, Liu Fangmei noticed Jiang Muyan's icy gaze and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "This brat's been acting like she's possessed ever since she hit the wall." Suppressing her unease, she forced a smile and scolded, "..."

"What do you mean by that? What's wrong with asking you to do some housework? This is our family's means. Do you really think you're a rich heiress who expects to be waited on hand and foot?"

"Is that so?" Jiang Muyan scoffed, her voice as cold as ice. "So Jiang Tianci can live a life of luxury, with everything done for him, and Jiang Muqian can be pampered like a treasure, while I, on the other hand, have to do all the housework and be beaten and scolded at the drop of a hat? I really doubt if I'm even your biological daughter, after all, I don't even look like you!"

This was the second time Jiang Muyan had brought up the topic, and Liu Fangmei's heart skipped a beat—could it be that this girl knew about the baby swap?

But considering how discreetly he'd handled that matter, this brat probably didn't know anything. It's likely she genuinely didn't want to marry Director Zhang, and was only acting out of desperation.

Thinking of this, Liu Fangmei forced a smile, toned down her tone, and forced a forced smile, but even she felt it was forced.

"Muyan, how could you not be our child? It's just that your older brother is the only boy in the family, how could we let him do housework? And your younger sister was too young before, so we didn't think about letting her do any chores. Don't worry, Mom will go and talk to your younger sister right now, and make sure she learns to do housework properly!"

Liu Fangmei's words were half true and half false, but she was actually plotting her own scheme: firstly, she wanted to appease Jiang Muyan and persuade her to marry after she calmed down; secondly, even if Jiang Muyan got married, someone still needed to do the housework, and she couldn't let her precious son do it, so her youngest daughter Jiang Muqian would have to take over sooner or later.

She used to beat and scold Jiang Muyan, but now that she's lowered her stance a little, she doesn't believe the girl won't be grateful. When the time comes to bring up marriage again, it will be easier to persuade her.

Liu Fangmei took two more steps forward, her smile widening and her tone softening:

"Muyan, Mom knows I was a bit strict with you before, and I neglected you. There is indeed a lot of work to do at home, and your younger sister is spoiled and doesn't know any better, so you are the most sensible and capable one. Mom already knows she was wrong, and she will definitely change in the future."

After speaking, seeing that Jiang Muyan remained expressionless and showed no intention of replying, her anger surged again, but she could only suppress it. She gritted her teeth inwardly and said, feigning consideration:

"You just woke up and you're still weak, so rest a bit longer. Mom will go cook dinner and call you when it's ready."

After Liu Fangmei finished speaking, she left Jiang Muyan's room in a hurry. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would lose her temper.

She cursed inwardly. From childhood to adulthood, she had only ever beaten and scolded Jiang Muyan. When had she ever been so "gentle"? If it weren't for her biological daughter in Beijing and the benefits promised by Director Zhang, she would never have humbled herself to please this girl!

Watching the door close, Jiang Muyan's lips curled into a mocking smile. How could Liu Fangmei's little scheme possibly escape her notice? If it were the original owner of this body, perhaps she would have been moved by this belated "gentleness," but she wasn't. Now that she had taken over this body, she was determined to seek justice for the original owner.

Thinking of this, Jiang Muyan slowly withdrew her gaze and began to observe the environment inside the room.

I knew from my memories that the original owner was not favored, but I didn't expect it to be this much. You can tell just by looking at the environment of this room!

The room where the original owner lived was the family's storage room, filled with all sorts of odds and ends: dusty old wooden boxes, a broken stool, and various other miscellaneous items, all crammed together in the corner, leaving only a small space in the middle to step on.

The only thing that belonged to the original owner was an old wooden bed leaning against the corner of the wall. The bed board was pitted and uneven, and the mattress on it was as thin as a sheet of paper. It felt hard to the touch and had a damp, musty smell.

Beside the bed was a small wooden table with badly chipped paint and scratches on the surface. On the table sat a few textbooks with curled edges and a mirror with a shattered surface.

Jiang Muyan's gaze fell on the mirror, so she walked to the wooden table and picked it up. This mirror was discarded by the original owner's younger sister, Jiang Muqian, but the original owner cherished it greatly.

Jiang Muyan held up the mirror and was stunned when she saw the face that resembled her own!

The original owner of this body resembled her, only appearing thinner and darker due to long-term malnutrition. She even noticed that the mole on her earlobe was in the same spot as the original owner's—wasn't that quite a coincidence? And their names were the same too—could this be the reason she had transmigrated?

She remembered that before she transmigrated, her master had cast a divination for her, saying that she was destined to experience a tribulation of transmigrating to another world, but he couldn't predict which era she would transmigrate to.

Master and the others probably never imagined they would come to this era that is not friendly to metaphysics! In this era, metaphysics is called feudal superstition and will be criticized and suppressed.

Fortunately, his third eye came with him, and he was not only good at mystical arts, but also at medicine. He had no problem supporting himself in this era!

From a young age, she studied the Five Arts of Xuanmen (mystical arts) under her master. She knew that metaphysics was not the heretical path others spoke of, nor was it the feudal superstition banned in the 1970s. Xuan arts could see through illusions, bring good fortune and avoid misfortune, and even protect all living beings in critical moments.

Before she transmigrated, her master repeatedly instructed her: "Uphold your original intention, and do good deeds wherever you are, especially those that benefit the country and its people." While maintaining the nation's fortune, the accumulated merits can also be transformed into spiritual power to help her cultivate and improve, thus enabling her to do more meaningful things.

The spiritual energy in this era is as scarce as in modern times. The only way to improve one's cultivation is to accumulate merit and transform it into spiritual energy.

As her thoughts returned, Jiang Muyan felt utterly weak—this body was far too frail. Although the wound on her forehead had scabbed over, the excessive blood loss at the time, coupled with the persistent fever over the past two days and the hunger she had endured for two or three days, had caused the original owner to collapse.

If only she had some elixirs, she could quickly heal her broken body. The thought had barely formed when she suddenly remembered that before she transmigrated, her masters had prepared a small pouch for her, filled with various supplies and elixirs.

She quickly focused her mind and carefully sensed the presence of the mustard seed bag—thankfully, the mustard seed bag had indeed traveled with her!