I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 12

12: The Holy Master’s Shock

Cloud Sword Holy Land

A realm of swirling mist and radiant light.

Towering palaces and pavilions stood atop mountain peaks, their splendor awe-inspiring.

Cultivators streaked across the sky like divine rainbows, a testament to the holy land’s majesty.

Among them, three figures flew toward the main peak, drawing murmurs from onlookers.

“Isn’t that Senior Brother Tang Yun? He really has returned!”

“Haven’t you heard? They say he gained a miraculous opportunity—his power has grown!”

“Opportunity? When he returned, his face was bandaged. Looked more like an injury to me.”

Speculation ran rampant, but envy colored every gaze.

Tang Yun was the undisputed frontrunner for Saint Son.

This summons to the Holy Master likely sealed his ascension.

After today, the Cloud Sword Holy Land would never be the same.

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Main Peak – Grand Hall

Divine light pierced the heavens as auspicious clouds churned.

An oppressive aura permeated the air—weightless to Tang Yun and the elder, but crushing to Xiao Yun’er.

“This… is the Cloud Sword Holy Land?”

Her head spun, her face ghostly pale.

The grandeur of it all dwarfed her wildest imaginings.

How naive she’d been, like a frog at the bottom of a well.

To cultivate here—breakthroughs were guaranteed.

“Yun’er, mind your manners before the Holy Master.”

Tang Yun’s whisper snapped her back to reality.

“Understood.”

She nodded eagerly, warmth flooding her chest.

Her man—ever thoughtful, even now.

Every step through the holy land left her breathless, as if she’d stepped into a myth.

Then—

“Since Tang Yun has arrived, let them enter.”

A voice, smooth as jade, echoed before they could announce themselves.

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The Holy Master’s Presence

The hall loomed like an ancient sword plunged into the mountain, its very walls thrumming with sword intent.

Heaven and earth, the cosmos itself—all seemed to converge here.

Upon the central throne sat a figure wreathed in immortal energy, his features indistinct yet exuding godlike pressure.

A sword immortal descended unto the mortal realm.

Yun Conglong, Holy Master of the Cloud Sword Holy Land.

As the trio entered, his eyes opened—cold, detached, omnipotent.

“Holy Master!”

Tang Yun and the elder knelt immediately.

Xiao Yun’er, slower to react, pressed her forehead to the floor.

“Was your journey fruitful?” Yun Conglong’s gaze pinned Tang Yun. “I heard you… acquired something unique.”

His eyes narrowed suddenly, as if seeing through flesh and soul.

“It was, Holy Master. But…” Tang Yun swallowed. “I’ve also brought grave trouble upon our sect. I beg for your aid!”

“Oh?” A flicker of interest. “Explain.”

What trouble could a mere disciple possibly incur?

Tang Yun launched into his rehearsed tale—

Xiao Yun’er, his true love.

Lu Yuan, the deceitful demonic heir.

The stolen eyes, reframed as a righteous reward.

By the end, Yun Conglong’s composure cracked.

“Fool! You dare provoke the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect?!”

Rage vibrated in his voice.

Of all enemies, why them?

For a woman, no less!

“Holy Master, please—”

Tang Yun interrupted, desperation overriding decorum.

“Without Yun’er, I’d never have gained the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes!”

Before permission could be granted, his pupils shifted.

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The Eyes’ Wrath

Boom!

The void trembled as demonic energy erupted, blackening the heavens.

A beam of annihilation lanced from Tang Yun’s eyes—

Shattering space.

Shaking the hall.

Clashing against the holy land’s innate sword intent.

“Tang Yun! Control it!” The elder paled, powerless to intervene.

“I—I can’t—!”

Panic spiked.

This wasn’t part of the plan!

If the Holy Master deemed this insolence…

“Enough.”

Yun Conglong raised a hand.

Runes blazed.

The rampaging demonic light compressed, then snuffed out with a flick of his finger.

Tang Yun collapsed, gasping.

“Th-thank you, Holy Master! Even with these eyes, I’m but an ant before you!”

The difference was stark.

What had obliterated a bamboo grove was child’s play here.

“Holy Master,” Tang Yun kowtowed, voice raw. “I ask only to protect Yun’er. In exchange, my life is yours—eternal service to the Cloud Sword Holy Land.”

Xiao Yun’er’s breath hitched.

Homeless. Family ruined.

Yet he’d staked his future for her.

“Brother… Yun…”

Tears welled.

But Yun Conglong’s attention was elsewhere.

Those eyes.

“So this… is the power of the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes.”

For the first time in centuries—

The Holy Master was shaken.