I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 10

10: Xiao Yun’er’s Reaction

Eastern Cloud Sword Holy Land – Purple Jade Bamboo Grove

A unique bamboo forest thrived here, distinct from ordinary groves.

These were spirit bamboos—their stems a noble violet, exuding purity and an unyielding aura that mirrored the righteousness of orthodox cultivators.

Many righteous practitioners revered bamboo, especially the Purple Jade Bamboo.

Tang Yun’s status in the Cloud Sword Holy Land was lofty.

His talent and strength, once demonstrated, had earned the deep favor of the elders and even the Holy Master himself.

This vast grove had been personally granted to him by Yun Conglong as a private cultivation ground.

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Within the Grove

A stream murmured softly as Tang Yun sat cross-legged, spiritual energy swirling around him like mist, slowly merging into his body.

Nearby, youthful maids stood attentively—their figures graceful, postures elegant, faces delicately charming.

They waited in breathless silence, fearing even the slightest disturbance.

Buzz—!

A sharp hum pierced the air as Tang Yun’s eyes snapped open.

Amber pupils blazed with light, his aura unfathomable as the abyss.

Demonic radiance flickered around him, an oppressive majesty radiating without need for anger.

As his gaze swept down, a terrifying pressure descended—

Like the collapse of heaven and earth.

The entire bamboo forest quaked as a gale erupted, demonic light flashing with divine wrath.

“This…”

“The Master is too powerful…”

The maids paled, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

A primal fear seized their very souls.

Thud!

One maid’s legs gave out, her forehead pressing into the dirt as she kowtowed, paralyzed.

Then—

Boom!

A beam of demonic light erupted from Tang Yun’s eyes, transforming into a colossal demonic palm that smashed through the bamboo grove.

Hundreds of Purple Jade Bamboos shattered instantly.

“Hahaha! Truly worthy of the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes—what a magnificent gift!”

Tang Yun laughed freely, demonic energy surging around him as his entire presence underwent a metamorphosis.

Once exuding righteous dignity, he now carried a sinister allure.

“Heavens! The power of Master’s new eyes!”

“What kind of divine ability is this? Even axes would take hours to chop these bamboos!”

“With these eyes, no one dares challenge your claim as Saint Son!”

The servants gasped in awe.

Those pupils were like a prison of divine wrath—terrifying beyond measure.

As the demonic light faded, so did the pressure.

“Indeed extraordinary. I owe this to Xiao Yun’er.”

Tang Yun’s voice was calm, his white robes spotless.

His refined features seemed veiled in mist, unreadable.

His gaze flickered toward a woman standing further back.

She was breathtaking—

Silken black hair, porcelain skin glowing with an almost celestial radiance, as if an immortal had descended to the mortal realm.

Unlike the others, her face burned with excitement, especially when Tang Yun spoke her name.

“Brother Yun, that lapdog said these eyes would elevate you to the pinnacle.”

Xiao Yun’er stepped forward, slender fingers brushing Tang Yun’s cheek, adoration overflowing.

Her choice had been right.

Tang Yun was a hundred times superior to that pathetic lapdog.

With the same eyes, Tang Yun unlocked their power immediately.

That waste of space had never utilized the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes properly.

Trash.

Absolute garbage.

“Yun’er, when I become Saint Son, you will be my Saintess.”

Tang Yun’s gaze softened with affection.

Since fleeing the Xiao family, they’d endured hardship to reach the Cloud Sword Holy Land.

Now, every struggle has been worth it.

Suddenly—

“Master! Disaster—the Xiao family is in chaos!”

A maid rushed in, panic distorting her features.

“How many times must I say it? Composure at all times!”

Tang Yun’s expression darkened, anger flashing.

A gentleman demanded decorum—especially before Xiao Yun’er.

“Brother Yun, let her speak.”

At the words “Xiao family,” Xiao Yun’er’s brow furrowed, dread coiling in her chest.

“Speak.”

Tang Yun nodded, his oppressive gaze locking onto the maid.

“The Xiao family… has been taken hostage by the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect!”

“They declared… they’ll keep torturing them… until you appear, Miss Xiao!”

The maid stammered under Tang Yun’s glare, her cultivation too weak to withstand it.

“Father! Mother! Little Brother—!”

Xiao Yun’er’s vision blacked out as she collapsed.

Tang Yun caught her, then barked at the maid: “Is this confirmed?”

“Beyond doubt! Shadowstones of the events are circulating!”

“Damn it!”

Fury burned in Tang Yun’s chest as he checked Xiao Yun’er—just a fainting spell from shock.

He ordered servants to procure a Shadowstone.

“Brother Yun… what’s happening?”

Xiao Yun’er awoke moments later, steadying herself against Tang Yun.

“We’ll know soon. Stay calm until we understand.”

He helped her up, voice gentle.

“No matter what, I stand with you.”

As they walked to the bamboo house, Xiao Yun’er leaned into his chest.

With him, she felt safe.

Yet when the Shadowstone arrived and its contents played—

Xiao Yun’er fainted again.

And Tang Yun’s hands clenched in uncontrollable rage.