I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 22

22: The Demon Sect Armies at the Gates

Cloud Sword Holy Land

A sacred realm with millennia of history—

A land of heroes, its territories vast.

Though far inferior to the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect, among nearby powers, it stood unmatched.

Within its borders stretched majestic mountains and rivers, shrouded in immortal mist, like a paradise on earth.

Creatures of legend thrived here—cranes cried in unison, mythical beasts roamed freely—a scene of unparalleled prosperity.

The main hall floated mid-air, enveloped in sword intent so dense it formed cascading ribbons of light.

Every peak, every ancient palace, radiated divine splendor—testament to its profound heritage.

A cradle of mighty experts and young geniuses alike—

A beacon for cultivators seeking glory.

Yet today, an unusual tension gripped the Holy Land.

Streaks of light converge toward the main hall, where celebratory airs prevailed—

Save for the Holy Lord Yun Conglong, seated stiffly on his throne, his expression stormy.

“Holy Lord, the auspicious hour approaches.”

An elder stepped forward, whispering cautiously.

“Have none of the other factions arrived?”

Yun Conglong’s brow furrowed, rage simmering beneath his composure.

Today was meant to be momentous—

The coronation of a new Holy Son.

By tradition, all neighboring powers should have sent envoys bearing gifts.

Yet scanning the hall revealed only Cloud Sword disciples—

Not a single outsider in sight.

Not even their vassal sects had bothered to attend.

This was nothing short of a slap to the face.

Other elders rushed to console him:

“Holy Lord, this is surely the demon sect’s doing—the others fear retaliation.”

“Pah! That demon sect’s young master is trash! They wouldn’t dare attack us!”

“After this, we’ll purge those disloyal sects—wipe out a few to set an example!”

“Their absence today justifies their extermination tomorrow!”

“That cripple Lu Yuan couldn’t stir trouble even with the Demon Emperor’s Decree!”

The elders scoffed, their arrogance undimmed.

To them, the ceremony’s significance remained untarnished.

But all knew—

After the demon sect’s threats, the Cloud Sword Holy Land needed to reassert its might.

Or risk being scorned by all.

“Once affairs here conclude, mobilize our legions.”

“Annihilate the nearest sects first—terrorize the kingdoms into submission.”

“Assign this task to Tang Yun. Ensure he makes an example of them.”

Yun Conglong’s plan took shape.

First, the coronation.

Then, let Tang Yun baptize his new status in bl00d.

“Begin.”

At his command—

Drums thundered. Celestial music swelled.

Sword intent cascaded like galaxies, a spectacle beyond compare.

Mist swirled; rainbow hues shimmered.

From the hall’s entrance emerged Tang Yun—

His body wreathed in radiant light, his gaze piercing, surpassing all peers.

Yet compared to days prior—

A sinister aura now clung to him, reeking of demonic cultivation.

Disciples watched with envy:

“If only I had half of Senior Tang’s talent!”

“Talent? You’d need his luck too!”

“I was a candidate too… one misstep cost everything!”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

By merit alone, the other candidates wouldn’t have lost to Tang Yun.

But he possessed an unbeatable advantage—

Xiao Yun’er’s “gift.”

The Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eyes.

With these, he’d effortlessly outpaced his rivals.

As Tang Yun approached the throne, Yun Conglong declared:

“From this day forth, I name you Holy Son of the Cloud Sword Holy Land—heir to my legacy.”

“I bestow upon you the Flying Clouds Sword Canon, our sect’s supreme art. Master it well.”

“These treasures too are yours…”

Generosity flowed as Yun Conglong showered Tang Yun with relics—

Treating him like a true successor.

“This disciple thanks the Holy Lord!”

Tang Yun knelt, accepting the canon with reverence.

“Senior Tang is peerless! A model for us all!”

“The Holy Lord’s vision is flawless! Under Holy Son Tang’s lead, we’ll soar higher!”

“Will there be another selection after him? I must train harder!”

Disciples lavished praise, their admiration genuine.

To them, Tang Yun was the perfect senior—always willing to guide.

“Yun-ge… I chose right.”

Xiao Yun’er watched from below, her heart swelling with pride.

Her eyes shone with worship.

This was her man—

Flawless in every aspect.

As ceremonies concluded, Tang Yun approached her, whispering:

“Yun’er, this honor is yours as much as mine.”

“Yun-ge, I… I’m just worried…”

Her gaze fell.

Her family’s fate weighed on her.

Against the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect, who knew what horrors awaited?

“Fear not. That blind cripple wouldn’t dare defy the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

“Now that I’m Holy Son—with your gift—he’s less than nothing.”

Tang Yun’s sneer held no trace of concern.

Then—

“EMERGENCY! DISASTER STRIKES!”

A bloodied guard stumbled into the hall, shattering the revelry.

All eyes snapped toward him.

“Report!”

Yun Conglong barked.

“Holy Lord… the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s legions… they’re at our gates! And—”