The Demon Cult Leader’s Path to Chasing His Wife [Ancient to Modern] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: New Arrival (1)

The Demonic Sect Leader sat gloomily on the grass in the middle of a grove, with tiny arcs of electricity still flickering and dancing around her.

Fine, so her forty-plus-pound fine iron saber was gone—even if it was a handy weapon she had spent a great deal of effort to forge.

Fine, so those priceless night-luminescent pearls were gone—even if they were treasures she had dived ten thousand fathoms into the deep abyss to find.

But where was her wife?!

Where was her sweet, cute, beautiful, and caring wife that she had just been holding in her arms?!

How could she just suddenly disappear like that!!

QAQ So wronged!

Before losing consciousness, she had been holding a victory banquet in the Great Hall. At that time, the music was deafening, the lights were brilliant, the delicacies were exquisite, and the rare treasures were countless.

She couldn’t remember why they were celebrating, but her only impression was sitting on her black stone carved throne with her wife sitting on her lap, holding her arm. Whenever Zhang Kuang lowered her head, she could see her wife’s picturesque features, which caused the Sect Leader to be so distracted throughout the banquet that she didn’t hear a word anyone said.

The atmosphere was at its peak as everyone sat around the long black stone table talking about things past and present. Unexpectedly, a gale suddenly shrieked outside, and the candlelight flickered and dimmed—

“Sss!”

A violent headache suddenly struck. Her eardrums buzzed, and a tearing pain seeped into her veins, attacking her heart and lungs.

After recovering for a moment, Zhang Kuang rubbed the space between her brows. Her memory suddenly cut off there. Whenever she tried to recall the scene, that terrifying headache would arrive as scheduled, forcing her to stop thinking.

After sitting blankly on the ground for two or three minutes, Zhang Kuang finally accepted the fact that she had suddenly fainted and her cute wife had vanished.

She stood up. Her elaborate clothing weighed down her body, and a large portion of her black robe had been soaked by the rain from being dragged across the lawn.

Zhang Kuang frowned and snapped her fingers.

Snap.

The long robe on her body instantly vanished, replaced by the black short-martial attire she usually wore. The complicated accessories were also put away into her pouch, leaving only a beast-tooth necklace around her neck.

Feeling much lighter, Zhang Kuang focused and looked around, feeling increasingly surprised.

“Where… is this?”

She was surrounded by a man-made grove. Every tree grew straight and tall, without the sprawling vines and branches of a natural forest.

To the right, a short distance away, was a beach. To the left was a high slope with strange-looking buildings and eerie, glowing iron pillars.

This place felt as if someone had placed a formation over it; the vegetation was pitifully sparse, and the fluctuations of the spiritual veins she usually felt clearly had vanished without a trace. No matter how hard she tried, she could only sense a thin layer of spiritual energy, which was completely insufficient for her current needs.

“Little Peach,” she whispered her partner’s pet name. Zhang Kuang focused, her spiritual sense rippling through the trees. “Don’t be afraid, I’m coming to find you.”

With a light tap of her toes, she suddenly took to the air. The sea breeze whipped her sleeves, making a snapping sound.

A man and a woman were crouching by the roadside, eating grilled skewers while sighing.

Neither looked very old, likely high school students. They interacted naturally—not with the intimacy of a couple, but like “bros” who liked to roast each other.

The girl bit off a piece of squid and lamented while chewing, “So, because you failed your math test, your big sister not only froze your cards but kicked you out of the house?”

The boy complained while gnawing on a lamb skewer, “Yes!! I don’t have a penny now and can only live in a tiny apartment. I don’t even know what to do for breakfast tomorrow.”

The girl asked, “What about your WeChat? It shouldn’t be this pathetic, right?”

The boy paused and whispered, “I got too excited pulling gacha cards… I spent it all on top-ups…”

The girl: “Are you an idiot?”

If an expert passed by, they would see that the two people by the road were actually covered in luxury brands—the kind of global limited editions that money couldn’t buy.

Indeed, the boy was Lu Qian, a famous “second-generation” rich kid in Nancheng, and the girl was the second young miss of the Song family, Song Muzhao. They had been fighting since they were kids, and because they often tied for last place in class, they had developed a deep revolutionary bond.

As they ate their skewers, there was a tragic sense of “The Last Supper.” Song Muzhao finished a skewer of squid and suddenly nudged Lu Qian, pointing at the middle of the previously empty road, her voice full of terror:

“Holy crap—was there someone there before?!!”

On the empty street, a person stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at the light of a street lamp. Dust danced around her like a devout pilgrim under a stained-glass window.

Her footsteps were covered in flower petals—petals as bright as fire that gradually dissolved like early snow, making her silhouette appear even more solitary.

As for the “pilgrim” part, that was clearly Song Muzhao’s overactive imagination. The person staring seriously at the street lamp bulb was our Sect Leader, who had just transmigrated today.

The Sect Leader was very interested in street lamps.

—Brilliant like a pearl, brighter than a candle!

A tiny little bead actually contained such massive energy!

Zhang Kuang marveled in her heart.

This brilliance, this luster—it was even better than her pearl the size of a washbasin!

A spiritual object capable of emitting such brilliance would likely need to be born where spiritual veins flow through mountains and lakes to be nurtured. What was even more terrifying was that these beads were everywhere; she had seen them scattered all along the path she flew.

Zhang Kuang manifested a flower petal, playing with it in her palm while looking at the street lamp thoughtfully.

Thinking about it this way, her night-luminescent pearl dug out from the deep sea was truly trash. It would be better to smash it into powder and give it to her wife for her bath; it should at least have some beauty benefits.

Maybe she should buy a few of these beads to take back?

However, this place didn’t look like anyone lived here. If the beads grew naturally on those black iron pillars, then it shouldn’t be a big problem if she knocked one off.

Just as the Sect Leader was itching to knock a bead off, the two people sitting nearby suddenly stood up and walked toward her. Zhang Kuang composed herself and dissolved the petal in her hand, pretending she had no intention of using it to knock a bead down.

The boy in front asked tremblingly and in a low voice, “Hello? Are you a ghost?”

Zhang Kuang: “???”

Song Muzhao poked him hard. “Are you an idiot? Why are you asking a ghost if she’s a ghost? Now we’re both screwed!”

Looking at the two children, Zhang Kuang felt amused.

She turned around and said, “I am not a ghost.”

A cool sea breeze swirled around her, blowing her waterfall-like long hair back. The soft light of the street lamp made Zhang Kuang’s features exceptionally clear.

Usually, as the Sect Leader, Zhang Kuang had to maintain an air of authority to live up to her title as a demon who “ate human flesh, drank human blood, and feasted on human bones.” However, because the two in front of her didn’t seem like bad people and looked quite young, she simply gave a normal, flat answer, not wanting to scare the children.

Zhang Kuang had heroic brows and was extremely beautiful. This beauty was flamboyant and intense, like scorching sunlight in midsummer or a raging fire that could set a prairie ablaze in an instant—she truly lived up to her name, Zhang Kuang (Arrogant/Flamboyant).

Both of them were stunned.

For a moment, they forgot the fact that Zhang Kuang had appeared out of thin air, and they didn’t care whether she was a ghost or not.

Lu Qian: “Fairy Sister?”

Accustomed to being called “Demon” or “Monstrous Leader,” the sudden “Fairy Sister” made the Sect Leader feel the contrast was a bit too much to handle.

She wasn’t yet familiar with this place; perhaps she should ask these two children. Having made up her mind, Zhang Kuang leaned forward slightly and asked politely, “May I ask you two, what year and month is it now?”

“Huh?” Faced with such a question, Song Muzhao was very surprised. “It’s the year 2035.”

2035?

This number was very familiar.

In her memory, her wife was lying on top of her, muttering: “I haven’t been back in so long, I wonder how my family is doing.”

Zhang Kuang had lifted her chin and kissed those familiar features. “If you miss home, go back and visit. There’s no need for such distance between us.”

Her wife said: “It’s not that easy. I wasn’t born in the small town of Liuzhou in Guling; I live in 2035. You haven’t heard of it, right?”

Her tone was indifferent, and one couldn’t tell if it was regretful or unbothered. “There’s no going back.”

However, her wife didn’t seem to want her to worry, so Zhang Kuang didn’t dare ask more, simply keeping it in her heart.

The “2035” in her memory was very clear. So, had she come to her wife’s hometown? Zhang Kuang reached this magical conclusion.

Thinking about meeting her father-in-law and mother-in-law, she even felt a little excited.

Though her wife was nowhere to be seen yet orz.

“Wait!!”

Lu Qian suddenly interrupted Zhang Kuang’s thoughts. Both women looked at him. He looked excited, his voice even trembling slightly:

“Based on my reading of several million words of web novels, someone who asks such a question, wears unusual clothes, and speaks with an ancient tone is 99.99% a transmigrated person!”

No wonder she wasn’t a ghost but appeared suddenly. No wonder the petals everywhere slowly dissolved. If she had transmigrated from a fantasy world, everything made sense.

Song Muzhao’s eyes were blinking, seemingly sparkling. “Oh my god!! Have we really met a transmigrator?!!!”

Zhang Kuang: “……”

After a while, she spoke hesitantly: “Transmigrated… what does that mean?”

Song Muzhao slapped her forehead and realized: “Oh, let me explain it to you slowly. But simply put, it means you left the world you originally belonged to and came to another world.”

The two children talked back and forth, finally making the situation clear to the Sect Leader.

After explaining the general situation, they took the opportunity to explain many novel things to Zhang Kuang, such as mobile phones, cars, and light bulbs.

Of course, they didn’t need to be too detailed; Zhang Kuang just needed a general understanding of what they did.

Zhang Kuang listened in a daze. Some things her wife had mentioned, so she understood them, but most things were still like a blur.

The Sect Leader looked at the completely different surroundings, and a sense of desolation suddenly filled her heart.

In this strange year of 2035, she had no subordinates to command and no wealth to rival a country—where was she supposed to find her wife?

And whether her wife had come here with her was still a question.

Too tragic!!

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