I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 52

52: This Is the Art of Execution

“Only by doing it yourself do you truly savor the achievement.”

Lu Yuan gazed at the extracted Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye with immense satisfaction.

Too much effort had gone into this moment.

Now, finally rewarded, his expression shifted as he admired the eye floating in its preservation vessel—like a connoisseur appreciating fine art.

“Guh—urk!”

Xiao Yun’er doubled over, retching violently.

She wished she could vomit up everything she’d eaten in the past few days.

When she’d gouged out Lu Yuan’s eyes herself, she hadn’t reacted this strongly.

But witnessing it firsthand?

The visual impact was too much.

Nausea. Terror.

“Lu Yuan… I’m… blind now… c-can you… spare me?”

“You have… the eyes back… I’m… worthless…”

“Killing me… would just… dirty your hands…”

“Back then… Xiao Yun’er wanted… to kill you… I stopped her… please…”

Tang Yun lay crumpled on the floor, each word strained through gritted teeth.

He didn’t want to die.

He just wanted to live.

This had all been about the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye.

Now that it was returned, shouldn’t Lu Yuan let him go?

After all, Tang Yun had only ever wanted the eyes—not Lu Yuan’s life.

“Hmm. You’re right. You only took my eyes. Didn’t kill me.”

“But why should I spare you?”

Lu Yuan’s lips curled in amusement as he studied the pair below his throne.

“Are you asking me to release a tiger back to the mountains?”

Tang Yun’s heart clenched. “Then… what… Do you want?”

“Relax. I won’t kill you. Like you said—it would dirty my hands.”

“At most, I’ll have you sliced a thousand times… then fed to dogs.”

Lu Yuan smiled, realizing he was being too merciful.

As the mighty young master of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect, having his eyes stolen—

All he’d done was exterminate one family and one holy land.

After capturing the adulterous pair?

Just a thousand cuts for the man before dog food.

Others might have been far more… creative.

As Lu Yuan finished speaking, guards stepped forward to drag Tang Yun away.

“Wait.”

Lu Yuan halted them. “A thousand cuts means exactly that. Not one less. And he must remain conscious throughout—feeling every single cut.”

The guards’ eyes widened.

This… this was unprecedented.

In their years serving Lu Yuan, he’d never been this brutal.

Even when subordinates erred, he’d merely reprimand them.

Since when had their gentle young master devised such cruelty?

This was revolutionary in the Demon Sect’s penal history.

“Your expressions tell me you lack experience. You’ll need supervision.”

“Take Xiao Yun’er too. She’ll oversee the process.”

“Miss a single cut, and you’ll answer me.”

“Oh—and make sure she watches when the dogs eat him.”

Lu Yuan ignored their shock, his demeanor chillingly calm.

When his gaze swept over them, the guards shuddered—

This wasn’t their young master.

This was a demon incarnate.

“Yes, Young Master!”

One guard hauled Tang Yun out, the other pulled Xiao Yun’er.

“Lu Yuan! You can’t do this! I’m your wife!”

“Lu Yuan! Remember your promises!”

“Lu Yuan! I—you—”

Her wails grew fainter, yet the despair lingered like a curse.

……

Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect – Punishment Hall

A dim chamber lined with gruesome instruments.

“What? The Young Master truly said this?”

The chief torturer’s eyebrows shot up at the guards’ report.

A thousand cuts? Doable.

But keeping the victim alive and conscious?

Now that was challenging.

“Elder, those were his exact orders.”

“We asked beforehand—applying hemostasis powder after each cut maintains consciousness.”

Having served Lu Yuan for years, these guards enjoyed some familiarity.

And this revelation?

It has opened new horizons.

Whip dipped in antiseptic—

Strike and disinfect simultaneously!

Not only would it staunch bleeding, but the pain would prevent fainting.

“I see! Magnificent!”

The torturer selected a gleaming silver knife from the wall—its edge honed to perfection.

As guards strung Tang Yun up, the elder approached cheerfully.

“First time healing while torturing! Bear with the discomfort.”

Slice!

A razor-thin strip of arm flesh plopped onto a tray.

“GYAAAH!”

Tang Yun’s scream was pitifully weak.

The torturer then sprinkled black powder on the wound—

Instant bleeding control.

The missing flesh, however, didn’t regenerate.

“It works!”

The elder’s eyes sparkled with discovery.

Like an artist finding a new medium, his blade became a paintbrush—

Each stroke is precise.

Each slice is uniform.

Soon, the tray resembled a platter of sashimi.

And Tang Yun’s shrieks?

A symphony.

The more he screamed, the more inspired the torturer became—

His movements attain poetic fluidity.

“Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous! The Young Master is a genius!”

This was no longer a punishment.

This was performance art.

But for Xiao Yun’er watching?

It was pure nightmare fuel.