I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 49

49: The Fall of Cloud Sword Holy Land

Hum!

The entire space trembled violently as the treasure vault’s doors swung open, revealing a dazzling radiance emanating from the treasures within.

“As expected of Cloud Sword Holy Land’s vault. Quite the collection!”

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, savoring the rich aroma of medicinal herbs and pill fragrances, his mood exceptionally pleased.

At just a glance, he could see not only pills but also precious armor, divine weapons, and secret manuals—all neatly arranged in categorized sections.

From the outside, the vault appeared unremarkable, easily overlooked.

But its contents told a different story.

For any faction, their treasure vault represented their foundation. The richer the reserves, the stronger the faction—capable of nurturing more talented disciples.

“Young Master, these items are mediocre at best. They can’t compare to our Demon Sect’s treasury.”

“For Cloud Sword Holy Land to have accumulated this much is already impressive. They were never our match.”

“As the saying goes—even a fly’s meat is still meat. This haul isn’t bad.”

The five elders offered their opinions. Having witnessed greater spectacles, they found Cloud Sword’s vault rather ordinary.

“True enough. Even a fly’s meat is worth taking. Strip this place clean—every last treasure!”

“Select some to reward our disciples and the four legions.”

Lu Yuan waved his hand, ordering guards to empty the vault.

No matter how you looked at it, this was pure profit.

Conquering Cloud Sword Holy Land had cost the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect not a single disciple. The four legions had reveled in slaughter.

Loot everything usable.

Kill every last disciple and elder.

After being corroded by demonic energy, this once-celestial paradise had become a land of nightmares.

“Young Master, I’ve brought the adulterous pair!”

Elder Zheng Tu rushed over excitedly, dragging behind him Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er—bound tightly like stuffed dumplings.

Miraculously, despite the bloodthirsty legions, the two had suffered only minor injuries before being captured, their cultivation sealed.

“We meet again.”

Lu Yuan gazed down at them from his throne as if observing ants.

“Lu Yuan—no, Brother Lu! Please spare me!”

Tang Yun trembled, his eyes wide with panic and despair.

He hadn’t expected the Demon Sect to strike so swiftly.

Even for revenge, shouldn’t there be time for him to grow stronger?

Moreover, though Lu Yuan had lost the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye, he’d stolen the Blazing Sun Pupils from Xiao Tianyou.

Any ordinary person would be overjoyed to obtain such treasures.

Why wasn’t Lu Yuan satisfied?

Meanwhile, Xiao Yun’er knelt silently, offering no plea for mercy.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to beg—but seeing Lu Yuan again left her mind utterly blank.

The Xiao Clan annihilated.

Cloud Sword Holy Land destroyed.

Everything had happened too fast.

She couldn’t process it.

“This isn’t the place for conversation. We’ll discuss matters thoroughly after returning to the Demon Sect.”

“Guards, take them away. Guard them closely.”

“If they die, their guards will join them.”

Lu Yuan waved his hand, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

The battle raged on.

The sounds of slaughter echoed everywhere as the demonic legions swept forward like a tsunami, drowning Cloud Sword’s disciples in hopelessness.

Yet throughout it all, Lu Yuan remained a spectator.

To him, the four legions’ ruthless efficiency made this less a battle and more a training exercise.

But inwardly, he was dissatisfied with his own strength.

Had he been more powerful, he could have joined the slaughter.

Alas, his Nascent Soul cultivation rendered him unqualified even to participate.

Flesh flew, bones piled.

The one-sided massacre lasted half a day.

No matter how Cloud Sword’s disciples resisted, no hope ever emerged.

“Damn it… I don’t want to die…”

“Ah… I… I…”

“So hateful… Why did we shelter Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er…”

The dying wails of Cloud Sword’s disciples—filled with rage, pleas, and despair—were met only with merciless blades.

What was once a land of immortal energy had become a sea of bl00d and mountains of corpses.

The stench of bl00d carried on the wind, reaching the spectators outside—many of whom gagged.

Yet they knew: had Cloud Sword won, the Demon Sect’s fate would have been far worse.

But history belonged to the victors.

Cloud Sword Holy Land was no more.

“Now that things have reached this point, we may depart.”

Lu Yuan sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of pity.

He couldn’t comprehend Cloud Sword’s actions—nor Yun Conglong’s recklessness.

A minor faction with limited strength had dared provoke the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect.

If Yun Conglong’s courage came from relying on the Righteous Alliance, it had been a joke.

No matter the angle, defying a stronger power had been sheer folly.

“Regardless of Cloud Sword’s fate, my objective is complete.”

“After returning, I must focus on improving my strength.”

“Starting from scratch won’t be easy.”

Seated in his imperial carriage, Lu Yuan’s thoughts raced—but he quickly composed himself.

The best solution now was reclaiming the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye to restart his cultivation.

Only then could he advance rapidly.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!

Around Cloud Sword Holy Land, the spectators began departing.

Streaks of light shot toward the horizon as cultivators fled in all directions—though none dared travel the same path as the Demon Sect.

None wished to risk displeasing them.

These spectators had come hoping to see the Demon Sect humiliated—to witness Lu Yuan’s pathetic devotion.

Reality had proven the opposite.

Yun Conglong had been utterly useless.

His earlier boasts now sounded like slaps to his own face.

Not only had he underestimated the Demon Sect’s might, he’d doomed his entire faction.

News of the battle spread like wildfire.

The price of memory stones recording the event skyrocketed tenfold overnight.

The outcome had defied all expectations.