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

The mustard seed bag was filled with supplies prepared for her by her master and fellow disciples—a large amount of gold and silver jewelry, rare medicinal herbs, various elixirs, ample rice, flour, and cooking oil, as well as stacks of exquisitely drawn talismans.

Jiang Muyan probed the bag with her divine sense and looked at the full contents, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. She had only just arrived in this era, but she had already begun to miss her master and senior brothers and sisters.

She tried hard to suppress the longing and reluctance in her heart. She didn't know why she came into this world, but she understood that since God had brought her here, it must have some meaning.

She has always been very adaptable. Now, with her skills and the support her master and others have given her, she has even less to fear in this era.

Thinking of this, she took out a Marrow Cleansing Pill from her storage pouch and put it in her mouth. This Marrow Cleansing Pill could not only completely improve her constitution, but also strengthen her body and clear her meridians, which was exactly what her weak body needed right now.

The Marrow Cleansing Pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, a warm medicinal power sliding down her throat into her abdomen, quickly spreading outwards. Jiang Muyan subconsciously sat cross-legged, circulating her sect's inner energy cultivation technique to guide the medicinal power to flow slowly within her body, nourishing her parched meridians and depleted qi and blood.

Jiang Muyan circulated the medicine for two cycles, and only stopped slowly after feeling that all the medicinal power had been absorbed.

Whether it was because the Marrow Cleansing Pill was too effective or because the original body had too much turbidity, as soon as he stopped moving, a foul, fishy smell emanated from his body—it seemed that the Marrow Cleansing Pill had forced out all the turbidity and toxins that had accumulated in the original body for many years.

At this time, it was inconvenient for her to boil water for a bath, so she took out a cleansing talisman from her mustard seed bag and used it on herself. The sticky and uncomfortable feeling instantly disappeared, and the unpleasant fishy smell also faded away, replaced by a faint fragrance of herbs and trees.

After finishing all that, Jiang Muyan once again assessed the changes in her body. Her meridians were now completely unobstructed, her blood and qi abundant, and her previously weak limbs were now full of strength.

Although the wound on my forehead has not fully healed, the stinging sensation is gone.

With her body fully recovered, Jiang Muyan felt much more confident. She secretly planned: the most important thing right now was to settle the karmic debt between the original owner and the Jiang family, and then leave this suffocating home for good.

Thinking of this, Jiang Muyan stood up to leave, just then a girl's voice came from outside the door:

"Mom, why isn't dinner ready yet? I'm starving!"

"You brat, what do you mean by 'dead'? Can't you see I'm busy!"

Liu Fangmei's voice was impatient, followed by the crackling sound of firewood being added.

"Also, starting today, you have to learn to cook and do housework, do you hear me!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Muqian's eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and resistance: "Why should I? Isn't all this work done by Jiang Muyan? I can't do it!"

After calling out, she belatedly realized that Jiang Muyan was still unconscious. Her heart skipped a beat, she swallowed hard, and asked cautiously, "Then... Jiang Muyan... she couldn't be dead, could she?"

Could it be that Jiang Muyan died, and that's why her mother is forcing her to do housework? From childhood to adulthood, she has never even washed her own clothes, let alone done such rough work!

Liu Fangmei glanced at her sideways, put down the spatula, and ordered impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and come over to start the fire!"

Jiang Muqian had never done such a thing. She was still thinking about Jiang Muyan.

He carelessly added firewood to the stove. Before long, the stove was completely filled with wood, the flames were instantly extinguished, and thick smoke billowed out.

Before Liu Fangmei could even finish stir-frying the vegetables, the thick smoke made his eyes water. He couldn't help but scold, "What kind of fire did you start, girl? Are you trying to burn the house down?!"

Jiang Muqian then came to her senses. Seeing the stove billowing smoke, she stammered in her explanation:

"Isn't it just adding firewood to the stove?"

Liu Fangmei was choked by the smoke and couldn't open her eyes. She said irritably:

"Alright, alright, get up. You can't even burn a fire properly."

Seeing her youngest daughter's clumsy attempts, Liu Fangmei became even more determined to teach her to do housework. In the past, she had been so focused on tormenting Jiang Muyan that she couldn't bear to let her two children do anything; but her youngest daughter was already sixteen and about to get married. If she couldn't even do basic housework, she would inevitably be laughed at by others.

Meanwhile, Jiang Muqian was waiting for these words. She impatiently threw down the piece of wood in her hand, stood up, and walked outside.

"Mom, I'm going to check on Jiang Muyan!"

As she spoke, she walked toward the storage room where Jiang Muyan was staying.

She had just stepped out of the kitchen when she looked up and saw Jiang Muyan coming out of the house.

Jiang Muqian froze for a moment, then a surge of anger welled up inside her, and she yelled, "Jiang Muyan, are you trying to get yourself killed! You woke up and didn't even come out to help Mom cook, making me get scolded by her!"

"That's your mother!" Jiang Muyan said coldly.

"Wh...what!"

Jiang Muqian was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at her. The Jiang Muyan before her was completely different from the soft persimmon she used to manipulate. Not only was her tone cold, but her eyes also held a distant, unapproachable air.

"You...you didn't hit your head on the wall and go crazy, did you?" Jiang Muqian stared at the wound on Jiang Muyan's forehead and asked uncertainly.

Jiang Muyan ignored Jiang Muqian. This younger sister of the original owner had bullied the original owner quite a bit, relying on Liu Fangmei's favor.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, dare you leave?" Jiang Muqian stomped her foot, completely enraged. In this house, Jiang Muyan had always been her punching bag; when had she ever dared to ignore her like this?

Jiang Muyan didn't stop walking, her back ramrod straight, ignoring Jiang Muqian's shouts. The grievances and suffering the original owner endured in this family couldn't be erased by a few arguments.

"Stop right there!" Jiang Muqian was completely enraged. She took a few steps forward and reached out to grab Jiang Muyan by the back of her collar.

Jiang Muyan had already noticed and dodged to the side. Jiang Muqian didn't react in time, lost her balance, and fell with a "thud" against the door frame of the main room, her knees hurting.

"Jiang Muyan, how dare you push me!" Jiang Muqian sat on the ground, rubbing her aching knees as she burst into tears.

"Mom, look! Jiang Muyan is bullying me! She hit me and even pushed me down!"

Jiang Muyan coldly stared at Jiang Muqian's blatant lies, "Since you've said that, then I'll confirm this charge!"

The moment she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist and slapped Jiang Muqian across the face with lightning speed.

A sharp "snap" rang out, particularly jarring in the courtyard.

Jiang Muqian's crying stopped abruptly, and half of her cheek swelled up at a visible speed, with a trace of blood even seeping from the corner of her mouth.

She covered her face, her eyes wide with disbelief, trembling with pain. It took her a long time to react before she finally screamed, "You dare hit me, Jiang Muyan, you bitch, I'll fight you to the death!"

Just then, the kitchen door creaked open, and Liu Fangmei came out carrying freshly stir-fried vegetables. Hearing her youngest daughter crying, her face instantly darkened. She put down the plate, quickly walked to Jiang Muqian's side, and carefully helped her up, her eyes filled with heartache.

Then, she turned to look at Jiang Muyan, a hint of reproach flashing in her eyes. She instinctively wanted to step forward and scold her, but remembering her plan, she forcibly restrained herself and said stiffly, "Muyan, how could you hit your sister?"

"She's spouting nonsense. I was just teaching her how to behave!" Jiang Muyan looked at Jiang Muqian, who was covering her face and crying in Liu Fangmei's arms, and thought it was a pity that she only slapped her once.

Thinking about it, she turned and walked towards the well in the yard to fetch water to wash her hands.

Although the Jiang family lived in a small county town, it was located on the outskirts, so their lives were no different from those in the countryside. They cooked in an earthen stove, and the original owner used to do all the heavy work, such as chopping firewood and carrying water.

On the other side, Jiang Muqian felt even more aggrieved when she saw that her mother wasn't scolding Jiang Muyan as usual, and she cried out even louder, "Mom, it hurts! She hit me on purpose!"

Liu Fangmei carefully examined her youngest daughter's body and found that in addition to the injuries on her cheek, her knee was also bruised. Suppressing her anger, she whispered a word of advice:

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Don't take it to heart these next few days, just bear with it."

As she spoke, she leaned close to Jiang Muqian's ear and whispered a few words—nothing more than telling her to temporarily give in to Jiang Muyan, and then deal with her properly once Jiang Muyan married Director Zhang.

The resentment in Jiang Muqian's eyes gradually faded. Although she felt aggrieved, she knew that getting Jiang Muyan to marry someone was the most important thing right now, so she nodded and stopped crying.

They thought they were speaking very quietly, but little did they know that Jiang Muyan, having taken the Marrow Cleansing Pill, had become exceptionally sensitive, and every word of the mother and daughter's plot reached her ears. A mocking smile curled at the corner of Jiang Muyan's lips: They think they can outmaneuver me?

As she was thinking, she heard Liu Fangmei's deliberately friendly voice coming from over:

"Um... Mu Yan, come and eat after you wash your hands!"