I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 13

13: Negotiations

“It seems you’ve encountered extraordinary fortune. These are indeed the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes!”

Even Yun Conglong, Holy Master of the Cloud Sword Holy Land, was stunned.

The legendary Emperor Eyes.

A peerless innate ocular ability.

Rumored to contain the Heavenly Demon Annihilation Light—a single beam could overturn heaven and earth, leaving no life intact.

Moreover, their wielder’s cultivation speed would double.

“Holy Master, you understand clearly! Lu Yuan hunted me relentlessly for these eyes, using the Xiao family as leverage to force me—”

Tang Yun spun his tale of woe, painting himself as the victim and Lu Yuan as the devil incarnate.

Yet inwardly, he knew:

Without these eyes, saving the Xiao family would’ve been impossible.

His bargaining chip existed solely because of Xiao Yun’er.

Yun Conglong fell silent, his throne radiating contemplative energy.

Weighing profits and losses was never simple.

But what could outweigh the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes?

“Excellent! Not only has your cultivation advanced, but you’ve also gained this supreme opportunity. The other candidates pale in comparison!”

Praise flowed freely from the Holy Master.

“Thank you for your kindness, Holy Master.”

Tang Yun accepted the compliments without modesty.

The eyes had spared him years of struggle.

Now, they were his trump card.

“Since Xiao Yun’er has shown you such loyalty, the Cloud Sword Holy Land cannot stand idly by!”

Yun Conglong’s voice boomed with finality.

“By my decree: Xiao Yun’er is now an honored guest of our sect. The Xiao family’s plight is our plight!”

“Whoever dares move against them declares war on the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

“Furthermore—Tang Yun is hereby named Saint Son!”

Satisfaction gleamed in Yun Conglong’s gaze.

With the Emperor Eyes, Tang Yun was worth any investment.

Even defying the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect.

The other Saint Son candidates?

Disposable.

“We are eternally grateful, Holy Master!”

Joy trembled through Tang Yun—and Xiao Yun’er behind him.

With the holy land’s backing, victory was assured.

“Rise. No need for such formality.”

A wave of Yun Conglong’s hand lifted the oppressive aura.

Yet Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er still didn’t dare meet his eyes.

“Tang Yun, since you’ve awakened your—”

The Holy Master’s gaze shifted to Xiao Yun’er, approval lacing his tone.

“Holy Master! Our relationship remains pure! We’ve only shared… friendly kisses!”

Tang Yun blurted, terrified of misunderstandings.

—

The Aftermath

News of Tang Yun’s ascension and the holy land’s defiance quaked the continent.

Cultivators reeled in disbelief.

Two titanic sects were now on collision course.

For the Cloud Sword Holy Land to shield the Xiao family after the Shadowstone evidence?

Madness.

The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect tolerated no challengers.

Yet the holy land’s declaration was unequivocal:

“Oppose the Xiao family, oppose us.”

Debate raged:

“Is the Shadowstone fake?”

But all knew—the recordings were real.

Lu Yuan’s mutilation.

The Xiao family’s atrocities.

All verified.

So why would the holy land intervene?

Daring investigators soon recalled the Demon Sect’s penchant for flaying dissenters—and promptly abandoned their inquiries.

Consensus solidified:

Xiao Yun’er had always coveted the Emperor Eyes for Tang Yun.

The holy land’s move?

Bold-faced complicity.

“Tch. The Cloud Sword Holy Land’s grown arrogant!”

“Arrogant? They’re spitting on the Demon Sect’s face by making Tang Yun Saint Son!”

“Hah! Let’s see how the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect responds!”

Excitement crackled across taverns and sects alike.

Initially, doubts had swirled about Lu Yuan possessing the Emperor Eyes.

Now?

The holy land’s actions confirmed everything.

This confrontation would be legendary.

—

Two Days Later – Tianfeng City

Rumble—!

Divine rainbows streaked across the sky as Cloud Sword envoys descended upon the Xiao estate.

Leading them—Elder Liu Sheng, hunched in his palanquin drawn by a snow-white saber-toothed tiger.

Reluctant but obedient, the delegation braced for the storm.

Tianfeng City held its breath.

Daring onlookers disguised as merchants clutched Shadowstones, eager to document history.

Above the city, auras collided like tidal waves.

“Elder, we’ve arrived. Shall we announce ourselves?”