I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 14

14: The Cloud Sword Holy Land’s Extravagance

“No need. I’ll handle this personally.”

Liu Sheng’s tone was calm, but bitterness churned inside.

This was the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—no minor faction.

Even as a Cloud Sword elder, he dared not act arrogantly.

He knew better than anyone:

Demonic cultivators settled debts in bl00d.

One misstep, and he’d die here.

“Understood!”

The disciples bowed.

Liu Sheng stepped from his palanquin, flying toward the Xiao estate.

He’d studied every rumor since Tang Yun’s revelation.

“Just let them spare me for the holy land’s sake…”

His thoughts raced, dread pooling in his gut.

As a top-tier negotiator and combatant, Liu Sheng was among the Cloud Sword’s elite.

Yet before the Demon Sect, his confidence withered.

The holy land couldn’t match their might.

—

At the Xiao Estate Gates

Demon Sect guards stood like statues, their killing intent palpable.

Liu Sheng’s smile strained.

“Gentlemen, may I trouble you to inform Young Master Lu that Elder Liu Sheng of the Cloud Sword Holy Land requests an audience?”

His tone was three parts softer than usual.

The guards glanced at him, then wordlessly turned to deliver the message.

“Elder, why such courtesy?”

“We’re here to negotiate! Shouldn’t we represent the holy land’s dignity?”

Disciples whispered, baffled.

Liu Sheng sighed.

“Youth… you’ll understand when you’ve lived as long as I have.”

Pride was a luxury the weak couldn’t afford.

Soon, the guard returned.

“Enter.”

The dismissal stung, but Liu Sheng bowed gratefully.

—

Within the Demon Sect’s Lair

Every guard radiated battle-honed malice—sharper than even the Cloud Sword’s best.

Then, in the main hall—

A youth not yet twenty, yet his aura churned like an ancient sea.

Those eyes blazed with fire capable of scorching creation itself.

“So the Cloud Sword Holy Land truly wishes to interfere.”

Lu Yuan rose, hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at them.

No more disguises.

“Young Master Lu, we come not for conflict!”

Liu Sheng’s laugh was taut.

“This elder, Liu Sheng, hopes to mediate between you and the Xiao family. ‘Better to make peace than feud,’ as they say.”

“Xiao Yun’er is now our honored guest. The holy land offers treasures beyond measure for their release.”

“Spare them, and name your price!”

“Spare them…?”

Lu Yuan’s chuckle dripped ice.

As if any treasure could equal the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes.

“Surely you’ve heard—Xiao Yun’er enjoys our protection, and Tang Yun is now Saint Son.”

Liu Sheng pressed on, sweating.

“For the holy land’s face, please—”

Outside, the kneeling Xiao clan’s whimpers turned to glee.

“We’re saved!”

“With the Cloud Sword’s backing, even the Demon Sect must retreat!”

Their delusions bloomed like poisonous flowers.

—

The “Negotiation”

Lu Yuan’s smile remained, though annihilation brewed beneath.

The Cloud Sword Holy Land?

Already condemned.

But why not play with his food?

“Oh? What ‘face’ does your sect have?”

Liu Sheng stiffened, then gestured.

Disciples hauled in massive ebony chests—

Before opening, divine light already spilled forth.

The Xiao family salivated.

Such treasures could rebuild their clan tenfold!

“Behold!”

Liu Sheng unveiled the first chest:

Thousands of peak-grade pills, their aromas intoxicating.

The second:

Primordial Skyfall Metal—smithing material for godly weapons.

The third…

A hundred chests soon overflowed the hall, their contents:

– Spirit herbs older than dynasties
– Armor that repelled heavenly tribulations
– Beast cores from extinct primordial species

Even air itself seemed to crystallize under their radiance.

“Heavens! This could found a new empire!”

“Had we had such wealth, we’d never have groveled!”

The Xiao family’s greed outshone the treasures themselves.