I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 60

60: Bai Xin’er From the Future!

“What’s happening now?”

“Why aren’t they speaking? Is this some new courting ritual?”

“Damn, even I feel secondhand embarrassment—I could dig out an entire demonic palace with my toes right now!”

The grand hall’s perimeter was now packed with Demon Sect guards.

Beyond their nosy curiosity, they had another crucial duty—protecting Lu Yuan’s safety.

If a fight broke out, their young master would undoubtedly suffer.

Even before abolishing his cultivation, he’d been no match for Bai Xin’er.

Now with his cultivation reset?

The gap was insurmountable.

Not even the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye could bridge such disparity.

Bai Xin’er studied Lu Yuan, countless thoughts flashing through her mind. Her throat moved slightly as if to speak, yet no words emerged.

Her flawless eyes betrayed hesitation and inner conflict.

“Lu Yuan… I need to speak with you alone.”

She tilted her head slightly—an unexpectedly playful gesture that somehow accentuated her pitiable aura.

This was the Yellow Springs Demon Sect’s Holy Maiden, after all—a figure who normally carried herself with untouchable dignity.

That she’d show such vulnerability only to Lu Yuan spoke volumes.

Lu Yuan maintained his calm smile. “Why the need for privacy? We’re the only two people in this hall.”

He deliberately played dumb, though he understood her meaning perfectly—she wanted the guards withdrawn.

But without his cultivation, he dared not dismiss his protection.

“This version of you really does hate me the most…”

Bai Xin’er lowered her head, her whisper almost inaudible.

She struggled to maintain composure, acutely aware that no matter how tenderly she treated him,

She’d only ever receive disdain in return.

Now it was cautious and humble.

Something felt different this time.

Meeting Lu Yuan again, she sensed an inexplicable change—though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

“Then look at this.”

From her robes, she produced an object.

The hall plunged into stunned silence.

“How does she have that?!”

When Lu Yuan saw the jade pendant in her hand, his mind reeled.

It was an exact duplicate of the heirloom jade he’d worn since childhood—an artifact that never left his person.

The one currently resting against his chest.

How could Bai Xin’er possess its twin?

Had she commissioned a replica?

Impossible.

With the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye, Lu Yuan could discern every detail—the energy-concealing properties, the body-nourishing formations, even the precise patterns of the engraved arrays.

No artisan could reproduce such complexity.

“Wait… what’s that?”

His pupils contracted as he noticed subtle differences.

While the craftsmanship matched perfectly, Bai Xin’er’s pendant bore countless scars—each crack radiating terrifying residual energy,

As if it had weathered apocalyptic events.

Then Bai Xin’er’s voice resonated directly in his mind:

“You recognize this jade.”

“It’s the same as yours.”

“I come from the future. We need to talk.”

The psychic message left Lu Yuan momentarily paralyzed.

Holy sh1t!

He’d assumed he was the sole transmigrator.

But Bai Xin’er had time-traveled?

Though through different mechanisms—he hailed from another world, while she came from ten thousand years in the future.

But why would future Bai Xin’er seek to present him?

Revenge?

Lu Yuan’s lips twitched at the thought, though he dismissed it quickly.

Had she wanted him dead, she wouldn’t have revealed the pendant first.

This was clearly about something more significant.

“All of you—dismissed.”

Lu Yuan’s expression smoothed into calm assurance.

Having pieced things together, he felt certain of his safety.

Even with guards present, Bai Xin’er could slaughter them effortlessly if she wished.

“Young Master…”

The guards hesitated anxiously,

Fearing for their lord’s wellbeing.

“Leave!”

Lu Yuan’s command brought no argument.

“…Yes!”

Exchanging resigned glances, the guards withdrew reluctantly.

Many sighed inwardly—they’d miss witnessing this drama unfold.

But orders were orders.

As the last guard departed, an eerie quiet settled over the Demon Hall.

Though the atmosphere had lightened somewhat,

When Lu Yuan met Bai Xin’er’s gaze again, he instinctively looked away first.

“We’re alone now. Speak.”

His voice cut through the silence.

Bai Xin’er’s piercing stare never wavered, her eyes were calculating as she studied his reactions.

After three deliberate seconds, she finally spoke:

“You may not believe me, but I truly am from the future.”

“This body belongs to the present Bai Xin’er, but my soul has returned from ten thousand years hence.”

Lu Yuan chuckled lightly. “How did you time-travel?”

In truth, he already believed her.

Her demeanor—that impossible-to-fake regal bearing—was something the current Bai Xin’er couldn’t possibly emulate.

But why had she returned?

What cataclysm awaited in the future?

And why seek him out?

These questions demanded answers.

Though privately, Lu Yuan marveled at the sheer audacity of this plot device—time travel from ten thousand years in the future?

That was basically cheating!

She’d know every major future event.

“I understand your doubts, but I’ll explain everything.”

“First, you need to hear this…”