RMWDS -Chapter 1 The Demon Sect Leader

“Sect Leader! Those righteous sect rats are already about to reach the mountaintop! How can you still be in the mood for tea right now? What on earth are you thinking?!”

Under the blazing sun, inside the enormous council hall, the Demon Sect Leader Miao Yunyou sat alone on the throne reserved exclusively for the sect leader. She was dressed in red, legs casually crossed, completely at ease.

She leisurely swirled her teacup. Her round face naturally carried a cheerful smile, and her high ponytail swayed carelessly behind her head. She replied, “I was just thinking… when people drink clear water, they produce yellow urine. Is it possible that the essence of human beings is actually just a giant tea bag?”

The Right Protector Chu Ningshuang nearly collapsed. Her hair was disheveled, and her apricot-yellow dress was stained with spots of blood. She grabbed Miao Yunyou by the shoulders and shook her violently.

“At a time like this, can you please stop going crazy?!!”

Miao Yunyou looked like a completely lazy good-for-nothing as she slumped against the chair and let herself be shaken.

“My friend, I can’t even beat you, a doctor. The only thing I’m good at is lightness kung fu. What do you expect me to do?”

“You can run!” Chu Ningshuang yanked her to her feet. “We’ll hold them off for you! Your lightness skill is excellent—if you jump off the cliff behind the mountain, you’ll definitely be fine!”

The Demon Sect Leader Miao Yunyou had a combat power of exactly zero, but her lightness skill ranked first in the world.

Miao Yunyou clutched the armrests of the chair with both hands and shook her head like a rattling drum.

“Be reasonable! That’s a cliff! I only know lightness kung fu—I don’t have wings!”

Just then, with a loud bang, the wooden doors of the council hall were kicked open.

The Left Protector Luo Xinglan strode in wearing a dark-blue combat outfit. The sleeve on her right arm had already been completely soaked with blood. Her face was pale, and her eyes were cold as ice. She swept her gaze across the hall and spat out only three words:

“You haven’t left yet?!”

Chu Ningshuang grabbed Miao Yunyou by the collar and said anxiously, “She says she won’t go.”

Miao Yunyou stared at Luo Xinglan in shock.

“You’re bleeding?”

Chu Ningshuang snapped, “Are you stupid? That’s obviously someone else’s blood! Besides, do we need you worrying about us? Hurry up and go!”

Miao Yunyou stubbornly replied, “I won’t!”

Luo Xinglan’s voice was as cold as ice.

“Then just throw her off the cliff. Her life is tough—she won’t die. If she screams, stab her mute.”

Doctor Chu immediately pulled a needle out of the pouch at her waist and said without hesitation, “Alright!”

Completely devoid of medical ethics.

Miao Yunyou’s pupils shook violently as she struggled and shouted, “Do you even hear what you two are saying?!”

Luo Xinglan’s gaze was resolute, yet filled with barely concealed sorrow. She looked deeply at Miao Yunyou—as if it were the last time she would ever see her.

“All I know is this: any of us can die… but you, Sect Leader, cannot.”

If it weren’t for the Sect Leader, people like us would have died long ago.

And if it weren’t for us, the Sect Leader wouldn’t have been dragged into this disaster either.

The sounds of clashing weapons, hurried footsteps, and battle cries grew closer and closer.

With blood-covered hands, Luo Xinglan slammed the council hall doors shut. With a flick of her fingers, she activated the Star Silk Ring at her waist. Seven strands of silver-blue silkworm silk shot out instantly, wrapping tightly around the door bar and locking it in place.

She turned around and used her slender yet upright body to brace the door firmly. Her back pressed against the wooden panel as the noise outside grew louder and closer.

Her voice was hoarse but resolute:

“Take the Sect Leader through the secret passage. Hurry!”

Chu Ningshuang hesitated no longer. She hoisted Miao Yunyou over her shoulder and ran toward the back door!

“Wait—!”

Miao Yunyou had barely begun her wail when a deafening clap of thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.

The thunder was deep and ear-splitting—exactly the same as the day three years ago when she had transmigrated from the modern world into this martial arts world.

The moment the thunder sounded, everything around them froze.

Chu Ningshuang’s motion of carrying her stiffened in place, the urgency on her face solidifying like a statue. The distant sounds of shouting, clashing weapons, and battle cries vanished instantly. Even the air itself seemed frozen—only the lingering echo of the thunder trembled in the ears.

Miao Yunyou blinked and cautiously moved her fingers, discovering that she could still move.

She clambered down from Chu Ningshuang’s rigid shoulder with both hands and feet. As soon as she steadied herself, she saw a child appear in front of her.

The child wore a cartoon-print T-shirt and denim shorts, and was so beautiful that it was impossible to tell whether they were a boy or a girl.

“Ah, you must be Miao Yunyou, right? Sorry, sorry,” the child said apologetically, tilting their head up. They looked only about six or seven years old. “On behalf of the Heavenly Dao, I’ve come to apologize to you. Sending someone to another world like this had never happened before, so we sincerely apologize.”

Miao Yunyou stared at the child.

“Who are you?”

The child hesitated for a moment before replying,

“Well… anyway, the Heavenly Dao sent me. If you really need a name… you can call me ‘Xiao Tian’.”

After saying that, the child muttered quietly to themselves,

“Why do they always give me these troublesome tasks…”

The voice was too soft, and Miao Yunyou didn’t hear it. Her brain was already slightly short-circuited.

Xiao Tian?

What kind of strange name was that? It sounded like some mobile phone AI assistant. Are you related to Xiao Ai or Xiao Du?

Completely confused, Miao Yunyou took a full half minute to process the absurd situation in front of her.

Then, the anger in her chest suddenly shot straight to the top of her head. Three years of grievance, resentment, and frustration exploded out all at once.

“No phone, no air conditioner—I can’t even read their writing! And that ancient toilet! Have you ever seen a fragrant strawberry tower? The kind that can poke your butt when you squat!!! Three years! Three whole years!!! Do you know how I’ve survived these past three years?!!!”

Xiao Tian flinched from her shouting and shrank back slightly. In a weak voice, they said, “Well… we’ve already realized our mistake and are correcting it. We can send you back right away.”

Miao Yunyou’s eyes widened, her anger burning even hotter.

“Answer me this: if I go back now, will I return to the same moment… or have three years already passed?”

“Uh… in your original world, you’ve only been missing for three years.”

“‘Only’ missing for three years???”

Miao Yunyou exploded with fury.

“I was a young and energetic senior college student, on my way to a job fair, when one lightning strike blasted me into ancient times! And it’s a martial arts world setting—a foolish tyrant ruling the land, people living in misery, not enough to eat, not enough to wear, and I can’t even win a fight!!! And now after three years I go back, and I’ve lost my priceless ‘fresh graduate status’!!! A perfectly good 22-year-old new graduate has turned into a 25-year-old unemployed drifter, with a three-year gap in my resume! How am I supposed to find a job now?! And you think a single ‘sorry’ is enough? Aren’t you planning to compensate me?!!!”

Xiao Tian looked at her blankly.

“What is ‘fresh graduate status’? Is it something very valuable?”

Miao Yunyou roared, “Of course! For someone who’s studied their whole life, it’s the most important thing they have! Once you lose it, you can never get it back!”

Ah? It’s that precious?

Hearing how serious it was, Xiao Tian immediately showed a guilty expression. After thinking for a moment, they said:

“Then… how about I pack up the entire mountain under your feet and send it back to the modern world with you as compensation?”