I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 51

51: The Return of the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye

“Lu Yuan, you—”

After the initial shock, Xiao Yun’er’s face twisted with fury and disbelief—yet she dared not act out.

She had no idea what Lu Yuan might do to her now. Provoking him further was unthinkable.

First, she looked up at Lu Yuan’s cold, mocking smile, her heart sinking like a stone. Then, replaying Tang Yun’s words in her mind, she felt utterly devastated.

She couldn’t believe this was reality.

This couldn’t be the man she had once loved so deeply.

For Tang Yun, she would sacrifice everything.

And in return?

This.

Xiao Yun’er refused to accept it.

“What a delightful show.”

Lu Yuan lounged on his throne, thoroughly amused.

But Xiao Yun’er’s drama wasn’t his priority right now.

Retrieving his eyes came first.

“I couldn’t care less about your excuses.”

Lu Yuan smirked at Tang Yun. “Seems you’ve grown quite fond of my eyes. How’s the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye treating you?”

His gaze bore into Tang Yun with terrifying intensity.

After a moment, Lu Yuan snorted in disdain.

The pressure radiating from his stare alone made it impossible to meet his eyes.

“I… I was wrong!”

Tang Yun immediately kowtowed, trembling uncontrollably.

His face was ashen. Never had he imagined things would come to this.

“Save your explanations. Those eyes you’re using are mine. I’m just taking back what belongs to me—fair, don’t you think?”

With a flick of his wrist, Lu Yuan sent a dagger clattering to the floor before Tang Yun.

“I…”

Tang Yun stared at the blade, his soul shaking.

He glanced desperately at Xiao Yun’er, hoping she’d speak up for him.

But Xiao Yun’er, heartbroken beyond words, refused to even look his way.

“I…”

His hand inched toward the dagger, arm trembling violently.

His fingers hung limp—already defeated before even grasping the hilt.

When he finally managed to pick it up, his convulsing grip sent the blade clanging back to the ground.

The metallic ring made Xiao Yun’er flinch.

“I… I c-can’t…”

Tang Yun remained kneeling, still pleading.

It wasn’t that he cherished the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye.

He simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“What? Scared?”

Lu Yuan’s patience had run out watching Tang Yun’s pathetic fumbling.

He rose slowly, strolling forward. “If you won’t do it, I’ll help you.”

“Lu Yuan! Don’t go too far!”

Xiao Yun’er blurted out instinctively.

She was just a weak woman trying to protect the one she loved.

Even if Tang Yun was worthless—

She still wanted to gamble one last time.

If Tang Yun truly loved her, he would face death with her.

“Too far? Compared to you, I’m merely reclaiming what’s mine.”

“Tang Yun, pissing yourself already? The mighty Holy Son of Cloud Sword Holy Land, reduced to this?”

Lu Yuan’s steps never faltered.

As he bent to retrieve the dagger, he noticed the dark puddle beneath Tang Yun—reeking of urine.

“I—”

Tang Yun’s protest died as Lu Yuan yanked his head back by the hair.

When the dagger’s glint drew closer, his pupils dilated in primal terror.

Every hair stood on end. His entire body convulsed.

He wanted to struggle. To flee. To keep the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye at all costs.

“Xiao Yun’er… save me!”

“If you beg for me… Lu Yuan will spare me…”

“Please… it was all her fault…”

Tang Yun clutched at this final straw, dumping every ounce of blame onto Xiao Yun’er while begging for her intercession.

The approaching blade magnified his dread beyond endurance.

“What… what kind of monster did I fall for?”

Xiao Yun’er collapsed to the floor, staring at Tang Yun with undisguised revulsion.

Regret tore through her like a thousand blades.

If only she’d stayed with Lu Yuan—

She could have been the Demon Sect’s young mistress.

The thought was agony.

How had she ever loved such trash?

“No… please… I surrender!”

“Xiao… Yun’er… h-help…”

“Lu… I… AHHH!”

Tang Yun’s final struggles were useless. The sealing array rendered him powerless.

Resistance?

A fantasy.

All he could do was watch as the cold steel slowly pierced his eye.

Pain—white-hot and all-consuming—exploded through his being.

His whimpers became shrieks.

The worst part?

He felt every millimeter of the blade’s movement.

Agony so intense it nearly knocked him unconscious. His face was drained of all color.

“My technique isn’t bad. Those practice sessions paid off.”

Lu Yuan plucked out the first eyeball, depositing it into a preservation vessel.

The moment it submerged, the bl00d swirling around the pupil dissipated, absorbed by the container’s surface.

This vessel was a unique treasure of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—capable of perfectly preserving any organ for centuries, so long as it was undamaged during extraction.

“Left eye done. Now for the right.”

“Impressive, Tang Yun. Most would’ve fainted by now.”

Lu Yuan admired his handiwork as Tang Yun twitched with one empty socket.

For someone to endure such pain without passing out?

Truly befitting a Holy Son of Cloud Sword Holy Land.

“Have mercy… please…”

Tang Yun’s voice was a ghost of a whisper, his face corpse-pale.

Losing the first eye felt like having half his life force ripped away.

“Mercy? Patience. Let me retrieve my other eye first.”

Lu Yuan’s hands never hesitated.

The second extraction began.

He’d prepared extensively for this moment—practicing on animal eyes until his technique was flawless.

Any damage to the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye would be unacceptable.

Had he not mastered the skill, he’d have let Grand Elder Fang Lu handle it.

But revenge?

That was too personal to outsource.

“AAAHHH!”