I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 33

33: The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—Nothing Special

“Young Master, the news is absolutely true!”

The servant’s face was alight with joy.

“Hahaha! So much for the mighty Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—utterly pathetic!”

Tang Yun sprang to his feet, his entire body thrumming with excitement.

He had feared the Demon Sect would never let him go.

Yet here they were—retreating without a fight.

“Brother Yun, this is wonderful!”

Xiao Yun’er exhaled in relief, her delicate frame relaxing.

“That Lu Yuan is truly useless. Even with the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect backing him, he can’t stir up any real trouble.”

“Before the might of the Righteous Alliance, the so-called ‘Demon Sect’ is nothing but fleeting smoke!”

Tang Yun’s eyes gleamed with disdain.

Just hours ago, he had been trembling in fear, haunted by the legends of the Demon Sect’s brutality.

But today’s events shattered those fears.

What Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect?

What ‘number one demonic holy land’?

All nonsense!

In the face of the Righteous Alliance, they were nothing but cowardly weaklings.

“Brother Yun, now you can cultivate in peace—no more disturbances from the Demon Sect!”

Seizing the moment, Xiao Yun’er melted into Tang Yun’s embrace.

Their eyes met, the picture of an immortal love story.

—

The Ripples of Retreat

The Demon Sect’s withdrawal sent shockwaves through the cultivation world.

The sight of their Four Great Legions and Five Elders mobilizing—only to retreat—was unprecedented.

By the Demon Sect’s usual standards, attacking a faction meant total annihilation.

Yet this time?

Nothing.

With the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Emperor in seclusion, Lu Yuan had led the charge.

Many had expected a tale of bloody vengeance.

Instead, they got a pathetic retreat.

Lu Yuan had failed to inherit his sect’s ruthlessness—or its strength.

In fact, he had set a new record:

The fastest retreat in the Demon Sect’s history.

Had this been the Demon Emperor’s doing?

Retreat would never have been an option.

Almost overnight, the Demon Sect’s reputation plummeted.

Many cultivators torn between joining the Demon Sect or the Righteous Alliance now hesitated.

Though joining the Demon Sect was notoriously difficult—requiring exceptional talent—

The Righteous Alliance’s gates were far more welcoming.

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A Gathering of Emperors

Meanwhile, deep within the Cloud Sword Holy Land…

Inside an ancient pavilion brimming with celestial energy, four figures sat in solemn discussion.

Yun Conglong and the three Emperors who had come to his aid sipped tea, their auras transcendent.

“My gratitude to you all for rushing here. Without your intervention, the Cloud Sword Holy Land would have become the Demon Sect’s playground.”

Yun Conglong, seated at the head of the table, poured tea with practiced grace.

“To your health.”

He raised his cup, recalling the battle’s close call.

Had these three not arrived in time, he would have been a dead man.

“Brother Yun, you flatter us. As allies in the Righteous Alliance, this was our duty.”

“Indeed! Alone, our holy lands may pale before the Demon Sect, but united? We are unshakable!”

“Hah! Consider it mutual aid. Should we ever face such peril, we’ll count on you!”

The three Emperors drained their cups, their laughter carrying the weight of an army’s might.

“Honored friends, I have one more request—would you consider staying a few more days?”

Yun Conglong’s expression darkened.

“Though the Demon Sect has withdrawn, they’ve merely camped a thousand miles away. Their million-strong army remains.”

“If you leave now, and they attack… we may not hold out long enough for reinforcements.”

The Demon Sect’s retreat was a feint.

They lurked just beyond the horizon, a blade at the Holy Land’s throat.

With only the Cloud Sword Holy Land’s defensive formations as a buffer, Yun Conglong dared not provoke them.

But if more allies arrived?

They could encircle and crush the Demon Sect in one stroke.

“A trivial matter!”

“Young friend, even without your plea, we old bones wouldn’t leave so soon.”

“Precisely. The Demon Sect is cunning—caution is wise.”

The three Emperors exchanged knowing smiles.

Their reasons for staying went deeper:

– First, they still didn’t understand why the Demon Sect had attacked. Without clear motives, the threat remained unresolved.

– Second, if this was truly over a woman, Lu Yuan’s pettiness was laughable—but something felt off.

– Third, more reinforcements were en route. Opening the Heavenly Gates for teleportation drained vast spiritual resources. They couldn’t afford to waste the effort.

“Speaking of which, young friend—why did the Demon Sect target your holy land to begin with?”

One Emperor finally voiced the question.

“Yes, we’ve been curious. Demonic cultivators never act without gain.”

“Did you acquire some treasure they covet?”

The other two leaned in, eyes sharp.

Yun Conglong sighed, refilling his cup before answering.

“I should have explained earlier, but…”

He spun a tale of tragic love, painting Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er as star-crossed lovers.

He omitted the truth about the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes.

According to him, protecting the couple was a matter of honor—

Tang Yun was his Holy Son, and Xiao Yun’er his betrothed.

Surrendering them would have shamed the Holy Land forever.

“I see… That Lu Yuan is truly despicable!”

The three Emperors exchanged glances.

Skepticism lurked beneath their polite nods.

They saw through the omissions but chose silence.

If there was profit to be had, they would dig deeper.

If not? Well, preserving the Cloud Sword Holy Land was a worthy cause.

“Come, let us drink!”

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The Demon Sect’s Next Move

Meanwhile, in the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s camp…

“Summon the commanders!”

Lu Yuan’s eyes snapped open in the dim tent, a plan crystallizing in his mind.