I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 36

36: With My Body as Bait, I’m Luring You In!

The Demon Sect’s War Camp

After receiving their orders, the five elders of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect dispersed to prepare the formation.

Whoosh!

Lu Yuan sat cross-legged on the command platform, his body radiating a brilliant demonic light. Strands of vital energy surged around him like dense threads.

A mist-like demonic aura enveloped his figure.

Within that boundless darkness, faint crimson glimmers slowly flowed into his eyes.

At this moment, an intense heat emanated from his pupils—

A deep, scorching wave that distorted the surrounding space.

Boom!

As power continuously poured into his body, it transformed into a terrifying force.

It rampaged through his meridians like a flood, violently impacting every acupoint.

Crack!

A sound akin to a snapped guqin string echoed through the tent.

His cultivation rhythm shattered.

“Another failed breakthrough…”

Lu Yuan opened his eyes, the energy around him dissipating.

Frustration flickered across his face before settling into calm resignation.

He had spent too long as a lovesick fool, neglecting his cultivation.

Now, trying to cram at the last minute was futile.

At his age, most prodigies had long surpassed him.

“To cripple yourself as the Demon Sect’s Young Master—you’re truly one of a kind.”

“No wonder Xiao Yun’er looked down on you. Brother, you played your aces like a joker.”

He sighed, weariness in his eyes.

These past days, Lu Yuan had been ruthlessly auditing his cultivation.

Both consolidation and advancement were agonizingly difficult.

In this world, cultivation realms were divided into:

Energy Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Void Refinement, Unity, Tribulation Transcendence, Divine Emperor, Sacred Venerable, Great Sage, Emperor, Heavenly Sovereign.

And Lu Yuan?

Nascent Soul stage.

The Young Master of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—stuck at Nascent Soul.

It was laughable.

Even after devouring the sect’s rarest pills and herbs, supplemented by the Flame Saint Pupil cultivation method Elder Fang Lu provided—

His progress was glacial.

Not only was his strength pathetic, his foundation was rotten.

Like a skyscraper built on quicksand with substandard materials—

A collapse waiting to happen.

If not for the impending battle, he wouldn’t have forced this breakthrough.

Yet despite his efforts, it was hopeless.

“With so many resources, my advancement is still snail-paced.”

“Only one path remains.”

“After this matter concludes… I’ll scrap my cultivation and start anew.”

His fists clenched, eyes blazing with resolve.

Rebuilding from scratch was a last resort.

The Blazing Sun Pupil possessed a fearsome ability—to burn away impurities, purifying one’s cultivation for an impeccable foundation.

But Lu Yuan’s base was so corrupted, even its flames might not suffice.

Forcing the process could be fatal.

For now, he’d endure.

Once he reclaimed the Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes, everything would change.

“I wonder how potent the Thunder Prison Heavenly Demon Formation is. In my current state, I’m just dead weight.”

“If I could participate directly, our odds would improve.”

“Five Emperors… the pressure is unimaginable.”

“But once the Xiao Family is executed, even if the Cloud Sword Holy Land stays calm, Xiao Yun’er won’t.”

“And when I reclaim my Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes—”

He meticulously reviewed the plan.

His goals were clear:

1. Annihilate the Cloud Sword Holy Land.
2. Retake what was stolen.

All hopes now rested on the formation.

—

The Ambush Site

On a desolate mountainside, the five elders worked tirelessly.

Dangerous currents of law energy swirled around them as they embedded violet runes into the earth—

Each symbol vanishes without a trace.

Hummm!

Space trembled imperceptibly.

To the naked eye, nothing had changed.

“Elder Fang, the preparations are complete!”

“If those bastards dare come, we’ll blast them to ashes.”

“The Young Master’s plan is flawless. Yun Conglong won’t have any excuse to hide.”

The elders reported their progress.

The entire mountain was now woven with the formation’s markings.

“Good. I’ll inspect it myself.”

Fang Lu’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the area with divine sense, verifying every hidden array.

He knew better than anyone—

If Yun Conglong detected the trap, those Emperors would never take the bait.

But if executed perfectly?

This formation could unleash annihilation beyond imagination.

Caution was paramount when targeting five Emperors.

This wasn’t just about the sect’s reputation—

It was about reclaiming Lu Yuan’s stolen destiny.

“Return first. I’ll conduct a final check.”

The other elders bowed and departed, leaving Fang Lu to scrutinize every inch of the terrain.

Not a single escape route would go unnoticed.

The Thunder Prison Heavenly Demon Formation was the sect’s trump card.

Satisfied at last, Fang Lu returned to Lu Yuan’s tent.

“Young Master, the formation is ready.”

He bowed deeply.

“Excellent.”

Lu Yuan’s eyes snapped open, cold and decisive.

“This operation cannot fail. If those five Emperors take the bait—”

“Let them perish together.”

A ruthless glint flashed in his gaze.

“Young Master, you don’t mean to…?”