The Heavenly Demon Sect Without a Villain

That day, Xiao Weier felt as though she had been immersed in a beautiful dream she never wanted to wake from.

But eventually, the dream ended, and that perfect man was gone—vanished with the woman who looked exactly like her.

A sense of loss washed over Xiao Weier, and for some reason, Luo Li’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.

Yet moments later, she shook her head vigorously and patted her fair cheeks. "What’s wrong with me? He’s the worst kind of villain..."

"Miss Xiao, I’ve drawn some water for you."

Just as Xiao Weier was lost in thought, a gentle voice startled her.

The speaker was a woman from the Fallen Feather Clan—her skin pale, lips a dark shade of purple, and a pair of black wings folded neatly behind her.

"You... who are you?"

The Fallen Feather woman smiled. "I was sent by Miss Luo Li to attend to you. She said that once you’ve made up your mind, you can go to her."

"Luo Li..."

"You should freshen up first, miss."

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Soon, Xiao Weier finished washing up. Gazing at her reflection in the bronze mirror, she found herself even more radiant than before. Instinctively, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly tightened her robes, stealing a glance at the Fallen Feather woman combing her hair nearby.

The woman chuckled softly, and Xiao Weier’s face burned crimson. She immediately lowered her head.

After composing herself, Xiao Weier suddenly seemed to remember something, her expression dimming as she asked the Fallen Feather woman, "Are you... here to keep an eye on me?"

The woman blinked in surprise before smiling. "You mean the Sect Master?"

Xiao Weier hesitated but eventually nodded with a soft hum.

"Miss Xiao, you’re overthinking it. The Sect Master would never restrict your freedom."

"Huh? He’s not afraid I’ll run away?" Xiao Weier’s eyes widened.

"Where you go is your choice. The Sect Master doesn’t interfere in such matters."

"But... then why did the Heavenly Demon Sect go through so much trouble to capture me? Was it just to... to..." Xiao Weier’s face reddened again, her voice trailing off into silence.

The Fallen Feather woman looked puzzled. "Didn’t the Sect Master take a small amount of your blood earlier? He captures those with unique constitutions solely to extract a bit of blood."

Xiao Weier was stunned. She couldn’t recall—everything that had happened felt like a dream, her consciousness drifting in a haze. She had a vague impression of the woman called Little Corpse Charm biting her neck, but after that, nothing.

"Just blood? But earlier, I was..."

The Fallen Feather woman couldn’t help but laugh. "Miss Xiao, are you saying you felt... taken advantage of?"

"Mm." Xiao Weier’s reply was as faint as the buzz of a mosquito.

"But miss, I was waiting outside the door earlier, and I didn’t hear any reluctance from you."

"Ah! Stop talking about it!" Xiao Weier felt all the blood in her body rush to her face, her embarrassment so intense she wished she could vanish into the ground.

"Alright, alright, I won’t mention it. But I truly envy you, miss. To be able to interact with the Sect Master... he’s the unattainable dream of countless young women."

Xiao Weier was taken aback. "He’s... that popular?"

"What do you think?"

The blush that had just faded from Xiao Weier’s cheeks returned in full force, and she didn’t argue.

"But isn’t he a villain? I heard the Nether Domain originally belonged to your Fallen Feather Clan, but he seized it. Shouldn’t you hate him for taking your homeland?"

The Fallen Feather woman shook her head. "After the Sect Master took over, we didn’t resent him—we were grateful."

"Why?"

"Come with me for a walk, and you’ll understand."

"I can go outside?"

"Miss Xiao, as I said, no one here will restrict your freedom. You may leave whenever you wish—though I doubt you’ll want to."

As they conversed, the two stepped out of the grand hall.

The Fallen Feather woman then took Xiao Weier soaring through the skies, exploring the Nether Domain.

The domain was vast, and with their limited cultivation, they could only glimpse a fraction of it. Yet even in that single day, visiting just a few towns, Xiao Weier’s heart was profoundly shaken.

Only one thought filled her mind: Is this paradise? Can such a utopia truly exist in this world?

By the day’s end, Xiao Weier even wondered if she was trapped in an illusion—everything she saw was too perfect, like something out of a fairy tale.

The Heavenly Demon Sect’s influence was immense, and its subordinate races were diverse. Here, not only the Fallen Feather Clan resided, but also humans, demons, and more. Yet all these races coexisted in harmony, treating one another with kindness and courtesy.

No restrictions guarded the cave dwellings. Precious artifacts and divine weapons were openly displayed, yet no one stole or fought over them.

At one point, Xiao Weier even witnessed a barren mountain suddenly glowing with treasure light—a ten-thousand-year spirit herb had borne fruit, triggering the phenomenon.

But instead of battling for the rare prize, the nearby cultivators politely deferred to one another.

One said, "You arrived first—the spirit fruit should be yours."

Another replied, "My cultivation is already high. I don’t need it, but you seem on the verge of a breakthrough. You should take it."

Yet another added, "This brother’s talent is exceptional. His future is boundless—he should be the one to consume it."

In the end, unable to decide, they split the fruit equally.

Xiao Weier’s worldview shattered. Even the most fanciful storybooks wouldn’t dare depict such a scene. Though young and sheltered, raised in privilege and surrounded by seemingly good people, she knew not everyone in the world was kind. Even within her own Xiao Clan, schemes and conflicts occasionally arose.

But in the Heavenly Demon Sect? None existed.

Even in tales, there were always villains—yet here, there truly were none.