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Jiang Cheng doesn't know how I managed to travel through time, all he remembers is that he was fighting a demonic creature and when he realized he was already in his body just 20 years younger.
He found himself struggling with his own mother and her two trusty spiders, when she realized he wasn't her son, at least not back then, he felt his flesh burning as zidian wrapped around his arm, feeling, recognizing him, recognizing his real master and in the blink of an eye zidian was in his hands, oh how he missed it, he felt alive again now that he had his precious zidian with him.
Now yes, he was himself, now at that moment he was Sandu SengShou, not Jiang Cheng, he fought the two spiders that cornered him, and he showed and now should give them a taste of the true fighting form of a real Jiang , he hurt them knows that, but he won't stop after all they were the ones who started, he was about to deliver the final blow and guarantee himself the winner, when he heard his mother screaming at him to stop.
He found himself talking to her once more, but he didn't want to tell the truth yet, not if her father wasn't there too. Her mother nodded, still shocked that Zidian had responded and accepted her as his teacher. He found himself showering and preparing himself in that 15-year-old body, taking a deep breath and mentally preparing himself for the next conversation. He left the bedroom and headed towards his father's living room.
His mother was already waiting in front of the door, looked from head to toe and entered the room. His father was exactly as he remembered, his mother started as usual with a reprimand and then started to tell everything, honestly my head was already throbbing with the whole situation, I decided to stop immediately, my father looked at me and I started to tell the beginning to end, and meanwhile his gaze always shifted from corner to corner and didn't stop until I mentioned Wei Wuxian and in that moment he focused on me, I took a deep breath and kept saying, after that when I mentioned how much our technique and our Yummeng style changed he started looking at me like he always looked at me in my teens, I grew up with that look of disapproval, like I never did anything right, and it broke something in me.
I know I was that boy who always wanted to make his parents proud and in the end the one who ended up getting screwed and who has if psychologically fucked up was me, not them, fuck this. When I finished saying everything, he looked at me and started talking and as always berating me for encouraging unnecessary violence, seriously we were at war he wanted what, for my sect to die again, seriously, talking about me is a thing, now to criticize my teaching methods, which have kept me and my people alive, then no.
I interrupted him as ignorantly as possible, who was going to speak now was Sandu SengShou and not Jiang Cheng, the Lotus Pier heiress.